Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Everyone recovered after a few seconds, and the ssages quickly flooded in again.
[The host is amazing! Her knifework is so steady that with just a few chops, she is done! With one look you can tell that she is a seasoned cook.]
[Like , a handicapped who usually cuts cucumbers and always draws blood, when can I have such a handso skill? I admire the host.]
[Upstairs, it’s not that I want to burst your bubble. With your handicap level, I’m afraid that even before you have practiced the host’s knife skills, you may have already chopped off your own hands.]
[Must you be so cruel?!]
Su Yayan looked at the ssages on the screen and suddenly rembered that she had also developed supplentary knife skills before.
There were too many events happening during this ti, so she did not even bother to try to address it beforehand. It would take a while for the soup to be ready, so why not...
“This soup will need to be simred for a while for it to flavor, and it would bore everyone to wait. How about this? Let carve so flowers for you to see. When it’s about ti, we will make another broth.”
Everyone was confused. Carve flowers? Was that what they heard? How would she carve flowers to show them? Why did she make it sound like it was a simple job to carve flowers?
One question after another ca and baffled the audience. Before the audience could react, they saw the fair hand on the screen picking a young red radish from the freezer.
After cutting it open neatly, they only saw a glimpse of a knife in front of them, and the pink shreds of the red radish fell to the side. At an extraordinary speed, a beautiful rose radish ca to life.
A few minutes later, a vivid rose radish lay quietly in the center of the snow-white plate, looking extraordinarily delicate and beautiful.
There was dead silence in the live broadcast room for a few seconds, and there were no ssages on the screen. Su Yayan thought that she had scared everyone away from the live broadcast room.
“Ahem, it has been too long, so my skills are a bit rusty. Don’t take it too seriously.”
The audience seed to have awakened from their shocked state. The real-ti comnts section was in a frenzy.
[Damn it!]
[Damn it!]
[Damn it!]
The screen full of [Damn it!] flooded the screen and blocked Su Yayan’s hand and the plate holding the carved radish flower from view.
[She calls this rusty! How can a handicapped like live? Host, I suspect you are mocking !]
[Other people’s hands have pk (TN: gaming slang for player killed) my hands. Why do I want these hands for?!]
[Is this knife what I’m missing? No, what I lack are these hands!]
[I bla myself for being ignorant and can only respond with “Damn it”. Host, please accept as an apprentice!]
In this age, where people consud mass-produced nutrient-packed tv-als, most chefs existed in high-end restaurants and private kitchens. The processing of ingredients heavily relied on machines. Many people could only make basic als like boiled cabbage, and if they could slice cucumbers, it was already excellent.
Like Su Yayan, who was able to sculpt such a lifelike flower in a short ti with only her own hands, it was already a magical skill in the eyes of many people.
After the initial shock, the real-ti comnts section in Su Yayan’s live broadcast room again exploded with comnts. Big and small rewards of all variations were dropped into the live broadcast room as if they did not cost any money.
Su Yayan’s objective was to gain more likability points at this point. She heard the consecutive notification pings of the likability points increasing. Within a few minutes, it surpassed 10,000 points and continued to rise.
It ant that at least half of the viewers in her live broadcast room contributed their likes to her. At that mont, they had truly beco viewers who had a good impression of her!
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