Chapter 90: Chapter 90: The Senior Fan Club’s Stylish Debut
The most eye-catching part of the broadcast was probably this: a large ladle scooped up the at and sauce, pouring it over the snow-white rice and vibrant green vegetables, which was enough to make anyone’s mouth water.
Qiu Ping and Yang Shan couldn’t help but start salivating.
’This... is this braised pork?’
’It looks a little like that braised pork in soy sauce from before, but the texture seems different.’
The two brothers, who had been fortunate enough to eat the braised pork in soy sauce once, bit their lips. ’Aaaah! If we open our terminals and try to grab one now... there are only a little over sixty million people trying, and sixty million portions available. We might still have a chance!’
They desperately wanted to open the livestream, but since they were still being punished—
Yang Shan timidly raised his hand, about to speak, but before he could even make his request, Old Yang preempted him and told his two little grandsons, "The giveaway is about to start. Go ahead and log in to try and win."
"We can log in too?"
"Of course."
The brothers scrambled to log into their terminals. By now, the livestream was nearing its end. Jiang Qiuqiu, as efficient as ever, finished packing the als and began the scanning and uploading process.
One after another, the spots slipped away. Yang Shan and Qiu Ping grew anxious, their fingers frantically mashing the claim button.
Whether they were blessed by incredible luck, or perhaps because the number of participants was close to the number of portions Jiang Qiuqiu was giving away, the two brothers—quite unusually—both won.
Overjoyed, they took the dish they’d won from the prize pool. Up close, the braised pork rice looked even more fragrant and delicious. But just as they were about to pick up their chopsticks, a barrage of intense stares landed on them.
A quick glance revealed that most of their family mbers had also managed to win. But their grandfather and grandmother, seated at the head of the table, had empty spaces before them—clearly, Lady Luck had passed them by.
Even though the braised pork rice looked so, so, *so* delicious, fragrant, and tempting, they were in front of their grandparents! Yang Shan and Qiu Ping pressed their lips shut and brought their als directly to the two elders.
After this gesture, the previously tense atmosphere suddenly lightened.
’Good. Even if they didn’t imdiately think to share delicious food with their family, at least now that they have it, they aren’t thinking of keeping it all for themselves.’
Old Yang was also quite pleased. He asked the two brothers, "You gave them the food. Why the silence?"
Yang Shan shook his head and blurted out, "Grandpa, just hurry and eat. I don’t want to talk. I’m afraid if I keep looking at it, I’ll start drooling the second I open my mouth."
...
All the giveaway spots had been distributed.
Jiang Qiuqiu breathed a sigh of relief. She still had so of her required broadcast ti left for the day, so to pad out the stream, she took a bowl of braised pork rice to her small living room.
At this mont, the stream was at its most tranquil. Exhausted from working for nearly an hour, Jiang Qiuqiu didn’t say a word, simply enjoying her al in silence.
anwhile, the viewers who had finished their braised pork rice slowly started sending bullet comnts, chatting about their experience—
Wait.
#The food is genuinely delicious. No wonder the boys were so obsessed.#
#Ooh, so tasty. So tasty it made them brave enough to lie straight to my face.#
#I can kinda see why they wanted to find people who don’t watch the stream to pad the numbers. Getting to eat this every ti... yeah, that’s worth it.#
#I hereby declare that from now on, these little tykes are my personal ’tools’ for snagging food.#
Jiang Qiuqiu: ???
’These bullet comnts... this tone... these ’tools’?’
...
Tonight, the forums were destined to be anything but ordinary.
The night deepened. This late hour was a particularly awkward ti. Any young person in Jiang Qiuqiu’s community who was online might have to endure a ’culinary assault’ from their relatives and a ’lesson in love’ from the grandparent generation.
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