Chapter 354： Go Pickup

Christine panted and looked at her: "Everyone is clamoring for the Chinese-style pasta you just made...for our community...please!"

Yuan Jingchu's mouth twitched.

Looking at the rioting booth, Yuan Jingchu sighed helplessly, and was about to explain to the barrage. He wanted to turn off the live broadcast, but found that the barrage army was begging the anchors not to shut down the live broadcast. They were willing to watch it. .

"Anchor anchor!! Don't turn it off!! I want to keep watching my little brother..."

"Anchor, there is no need to turn it off!!"

"Anchor, you have only been broadcasting for three minutes..."

"Anchor, we are actually very interested in foreign charity sales..."

"Go pickup it!! Conquer the whole world with Chinese food!!"

Yuan Jing couldn't help laughing at first, "Okay. It's not off."

Put the mobile phone on the shelf, half of the picture is the cooked dishes, and the other half is the guests who come over, but their faces are not cleverly photographed, only the sound can be heard. This is also sufficient for live audiences.

"I'm going, am I wrong? So many people?!"

"What did I see when the anchor came over, Huaxia style spaghetti? God TM Huaxia flavor is also spaghetti!! This is basically fried sauce noodles, it is Huaxia flavor!!!"

"Yeah, apart from that side, I don't think this dish is Italian at all..."

"Anchor, are you selling fried noodles or pasta?"

Yuan Jingchu didn't answer, so she was already too busy.

There were already a lot of people participating in the event tonight. Even people living nearby have heard of it, and even people from the school next door ran over to play. When I saw so many people queuing here, they were eating so well. I asked. After I said it was delicious, there were more people in line.

Throughout the night, Yuan Jingchu didn’t know how many noodles she had made. She wore a mask and finished the last one in a mess. Yuan Jingchu felt that her hand was about to break. If she had butterfly sleeves, it would probably be too late this evening. Enough for her to lose it!

At ten o'clock in the evening, the noodles were all sold out.

Yuan Jingchu didn't have much sauce and ran out.

But there are still many people in the line, wailing, "We have been in line for twenty minutes!!"

"Is there nothing else for sale? Potatoes will do too..."

"Don't you still have ingredients? Can you cook something else? I'm starving to death..."

Christine had a headache. Although he had been persuaded for a long time, most of the people in the line could understand and left with disappointment, but there were still some people who were unwilling to leave.

Yuan Jingchu glanced at the last remaining ingredients next to him, "Is there any rice?"

Christine quickly looked at the stall that hadn't been moved much, ran over to talk to the president on the frustrated side, and then nodded at her with bright eyes: "Yes!!"

The stall next to it was opened by some Korean students. Their main menu was Kimchi Pork Fried Rice. It was a dish that they were proud of. In the end, no one came over. Even if there were a few people who came to eat, they didn’t want to line up, or they had already eaten Yuanjing. At first they wanted to try new flavors of the things they had at the stall. However, their kimchi pork rice does not seem to be very popular, and many foreigners are not used to the taste of kimchi.

Seeing that the time was almost over, they could only stare at each other all night, watching the long queues at the stall next door, but they were not interested here, and this group of students were a little depressed.

The kimchi is okay. There is so much pork and rice left. Even if they put it back in the refrigerator, they will have to eat it for a long time. Rebirth Space: Mu Shao, spoil the sky!