All Stars Are My Food Fans

Jiang Qiuqiu single-handedly attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

The camera in her consultation room was simply the best of the bunch.

People come and go, her back is straight, and under the camera, her voice is gentle, like an ordinary restaurant, but the expressions of those who come in are decayed, and the eyes of those who go out are completely different.

This is not something ordinary people can do.

Of course, the most unfathomable thing is that...

"How long has it been?"

From the time the video was called up to the present, roughly twenty minutes have passed! ?

A dean couldn't help but ask, "Her movements haven't slowed down at all."

"You see, she's not just using her talent. She releases her healing spiritual power when she stands and watches people eat?"

"Exploring two or three people at a time, this... is still exploring."

"President Zhu, is this really an A+ grade spiritual healer?" He didn't believe it.

Dean Zhu hummed, "She is indeed an A+ level healer. She is the most talented and inclined student in our department this year."

"Is it a preference for food?"

"Well, a food-oriented group healer."

"..."

"too strong."

Jiang Qiuqiu, food to group healers...

Wait, the two of them chatted, and the middle-aged dean on the far right suddenly interjected, "This is the famous anchor in your school?"

Dean Zhu: "She was indeed an anchor before she enrolled."

"It's her."

"Why, old line, you know her?"

"I know, my daughter likes to watch her live broadcasts." Tian Tian whispered in his ear, "It seems like a growing genius who cultivates both the spiritual healing department and the mecha soldier department?"

"Growth type? Double cultivation!?"

This is a relatively unfamiliar term to everyone.

"Indeed."

Another stormy wave.

With these piles of names coming out, Dean Qiangwei, who had refused to admit defeat, stopped talking at all.

Such a title, such an age, such a level.

What a tyrannical back wave this is.

Because of curiosity, the biggest one in the center of the screen has always been the live broadcast of Jiang Qiuqiu's department.

Qiuqiu stood in the simple kitchen. Although she had been cooking mechanical and repetitive dishes, she was no less tired than usual cooking large dishes.

There was a thin sweat on her forehead, and she couldn't help thinking that what the dean said was really good.

Cooking food with healing properties in your own kitchen is a completely different feeling than cooking food that heals patients in front of them.

Being watched, their eyes were full of longing.

This put more burdens on Qiuqiu's body.

The hot pot is hot, the oil is poured into the bottom of the pot, and the sound of sizzling is filled with spiritual power that is invisible to outsiders.

She didn't close her eyes, and her mind was gradually recalling the mysterious state she had entered. She raised her hand, rolled a spoon in the oil, put the sliced ​​pork in the pan, and heated the oil into the pan, and the pork instantly turned white.

The juice splashed out and the aroma wafted out.

The dishes made on the spot have a healing taste in their aroma.

People outside were looking forward to it, and she settled down.

Soon, a small pot of fried pork was ready again. In addition to the meat, this time Qiuqiu also added a tofu and omelette soup.

The clear soup has the fragrance of eggs.

It's served.

Some people want to do it themselves, but they dare not let Qiuqiu do more work.

She smiled and shook her head in rejection, and lightly placed the food in front of everyone.

Some people cry while eating.

Slightly cloudy tears slid down his cheeks and dripped on the table.

A silent link to the spiritual sea.

A little diagnosis, because of the force.