All Stars Are My Food Fans

Jiang Qiuqiu's action of clasping the bowl is very fast.

She finished 20 bowls of pork belly with vegetables and vegetables in less than five minutes, and the remaining small bowl was filled with half a bowl of chopped green onion.

Originally some monotonous colors with some green and some white, the appearance has risen a lot, but now no one cares about the appearance.

Countless people suddenly spoke up, asking Jiang Qiuqiu to scan quickly!

#Just do it in advance in the future! How about scanning, scanning, and broadcasting during live broadcasts? #

#what! I fantasized about this, although it sounds boring, but it must taste good-so fragrant and fragrant! #

#Don't dream, just start rushing now! #

"sure."

Every time they open a robbery, it is like crossing a single-plank bridge with thousands of horses. There are many places, but there is not much time left.

Even the nearly 100 million places were evaporated in a few breaths.

Today's live broadcast was very successful.

After wishing everyone a happy meal, Jiang Qiuqiu said, "I have something to do tonight, so I'll stop broadcasting first. Everyone can eat slowly."

"Thank you for watching my live room, see you next Monday."

There is no doubt that Mosi, who is separated by two walls, also grabbed this fragrant but not greasy pork belly.

That data was put on the table by him. In the interstellar era, technology has developed rapidly in an all-round way. The things that are printed in live broadcasts are very real and delivered through the medium. With the mental power of the terminal link, everyone can feel it very well. The delicious taste of data food.

The stronger the mental power, the stronger the perception of delicious food.

Just like Mosi, when I eat this kind of food, I feel that the apex of my heart is trembling.

The meat is very small and can be picked up with chopsticks without any force, and the meat will sag slightly, as if it is about to split.

Moss took a bite.

Fragrance, just right soft waxy, still warm, hit the heart.

Because it is fat and thin pork belly, Jiang Qiuqiu is afraid that everyone will get tired of eating only vegetables, so each meal comes with a portion of white rice.

One mouthful of meat and one mouthful of rice, the meat will soon see the bottom.

Panda doesn't like to eat strange plum vegetables, but there is leftover rice and plum vegetables. Mosi doesn't like to waste them. After thinking about it, he poured the rice directly into the plum vegetables.

He thought the taste would be weird, and then—

Mo Si was lying on the big bed. He didn't cover the quilt in the winter, just wrapped his cloak and hung his hat on his ears, he couldn't help thinking.

When the data is happy to eat, it is so overwhelming.

What kind of mood should you have when you really eat the real thing.

Also, why can the bibimbap just now have such a peculiar and rich taste.

The multi-layered palate is fantastical, and then the nasty knock on the door comes again.

"Big brother!"

"Are you there? Are you asleep? Are you going to bed so early? No way?"

"..."

"What's wrong? Mental discomfort?"

"No!" Mo idiom patted the door, "It's the little sister of the chef next door who came to give us food! Are you coming out to eat together?"

"Don't go."

"..."

Mo idiom: ? ? ?

"Brother, I told you to open the window in your room in the afternoon, did you open it?"

"No."

"You are so bad, why don't you open it up! Come out and eat it, I guarantee you will be conquered by the taste when you go downstairs. Zuo Kai and I both love to eat! You will also love it as soon as you come!"

"I am full."

"???"

never mind.

If she doesn't eat, she doesn't eat, if it wasn't because he was her dear eldest brother, would she call him?

Poor guy, out! Mo Cheng went downstairs in a loud voice.

Don't let him eat it next time he wants to eat.

Update this morning! Don't worry!

Qiuqiu and Mo Si will meet soon.

A little cutie asked me if I would prolong the emotional drama. Anyone who has read Wei Wei's book will know that my relationship progresses faster than riding a rocket.

The outline is in my hands, and I dare not change it at will. Ask for a ticket! Love you guys