The Idol Group Pet Became a Final Boss!

The next step is to pour rice, eggs and other ingredients into it. This dish is too homely, and it is easy to cook. There is no spoon or something, but it makes people...

Look hungry.

Nowadays, the live broadcast industry in Huaguo is well-developed, and there are even many chefs and celebrity chefs in the food channel. The dishes they cook are high-end and exquisite. The skills of knife, heat, and seasoning can make people brush 666 from the beginning to the end.

But after all, it lacks a little taste.

Many netizens in front of the screen start to secrete saliva involuntarily.

——[Fuck, this meal makes me have an appetite! 】

——【Ah, ah, it must be delicious! It's all my favorite! 】

——【Wow, why our beautiful sister cooks so beautifully! 】

…

Anan is always paying attention to the comments, and he is happy, but he didn't expect the black fans to arrive late.

——【It’s just to fry rice, one by one don’t know what they are talking about】

——[Beauty and filters have reached level ten, how can the kitchen in reality be so clean]

——【The hot maggot she is starting to jump again! Eighteen lines, please respect yourself OK? When we were the actor, you can't afford it]

——【Tell everyone how to boycott the vase essence, report all her endorsements and promoted brands, don't ask why, the garbage endorsements are naturally garbage products, let her pay the breach of contract fees and lose her family! 】

…

Anan's face became increasingly ugly.

He is not the kind of capable agent who can't tear up any top-notch resources, but every brand and promotion advertisement he receives is carefully selected, and the quality, reputation, and cost-effectiveness are guaranteed.

Seeing his artist being so black, he couldn't wait to hold the keyboard and spray them for three days and three nights.

When the anger ignited to its peak, a gentle and clear voice like spring water in the mountains came: "Wash your hands and start dinner."

it is done? So fast?

Anan was stunned and looked at her.

The girl was serving the rice, and the shovel made of logs made her slender fingers as white as milk. The rice is soft and golden, red shrimps, green beans, orange carrots... the bright and warm color, mixed with the fragrance of rice, is a dish that cannot be more homely, but it is extremely impactful.

"Gudong..." Anan swallowed.

"You eat first, and I'll cook a seaweed soup." Xiangyi finished speaking and went on busy.

Anan wanted to wait for her to eat together, but his stomach gurgled inexplicably, he comforted himself, it was not me who was greedy, it was the bowl of rice who seduced me first!

He leaned his phone on the shelf nearby, and he happened to be able to take pictures of him and Xiangyi.

Anan didn't pay attention to it, and started eating in the kitchen directly with the meal.

At the moment of the entrance of the meal-

The netizen in front of the screen found that the screen...is still?

Huh, is it the network card?

They tap the screen and find that everything is normal.

It took more than ten seconds for Anan, who remained still to return to normal, and her voice became crying: "Fuck! What kind of delicious food is this!"