Having said all that, where can Jiang Qiuqiu refuse.

She picked up the helmet in the box, and found that there was a button under the box, and a piece of paper was sandwiched next to it—

"You've decided to accept the gift, just press this button, I'll know what you mean, and I'll be able to prepare for the next visit without psychological pressure."

Thinking really thoughtfully, Jiang Qiuqiu pressed the red button.

A burst of singing of 'I received it~' and 'I received it' rang out.

This situation and this scene are really extraordinarily sand sculptures.

What Mo Chengyu did and her personal image were almost completely separated.

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In the afternoon, the small courtyard was silent, and Jiang Qiuqiu began to prepare the ingredients for making boiled meat slices in advance.

The best tenderloin and cornstarch, the chili sauce that was ground before, and the best vegetables and bean sprouts for the boiled meat slices.

The bean sprouts of this era are a bit long, not from beans, but from the soil, and the taste is similar to that of bean sprouts, and the length is about the same as leeks.

At half past seven o'clock in the evening, Mingmei was the same as last time, and went online in advance to confirm the start time with Jiang Qiuqiu.

"The recommendation effect of the last wave of homepage is very good, and this time there is another homepage approved above, and the location may be better than the last time."

It can be said to be one of the most ceiling recommendations that non-head anchors can get.

The importance of this recommendation to Jiang Qiuqiu is beyond doubt.

"What spicy dishes did you prepare today?" Bright routine inquiry.

Jiang Qiuqiu said: "Today is boiled Gugu pork slices. ”

"Boiled?" It's a new cooking word, and this boiled is more straightforward than the previous braised one. Is it just that boiled things can taste good? If it was another anchor, Mingmei would definitely ask a few more questions, but she was full of confidence in Jiang Qiuqiu.

"Sister Mingmei, don't worry, boiling is not simply boiling with water, the taste of this dish is richer than the previous Xuewang taste."

"I believe you, so many live broadcasts, you have never dropped the chain."

"I also believe in myself." In those years, thousands of times, picked up a kitchen knife and picked up a spatula. The kitchen is almost another place for her.

The editor and the anchor are very confident, and since they are full of confidence, there is no need to say anything about relief.

Under the fighting spirit, Ming Mei wished Jiang Qiuqiu: "As the old saying goes, go further, I hope you can also go further tonight." ”

"I will."

Food speaks the most touching words.

Lure pedestrians to come and go, and willingly offer your heart.

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Evening Star is a student at the Federal University. She studied at the Federal School of Economics and devoted her life to becoming an excellent economist and to become the next rich man chosen by fate in the field of imperial economics in the future.

There is an interesting legend circulating in this academy that if your girlfriend tells you that one day I got a good score in the monthly exam of the Economic Institute, I will break up with you. This is undoubtedly the most affectionate and enduring promise.

Because of the monthly examination of the Federal Economic Academy, only perverts can get excellent.

Coincidentally, the evening star is the only outstanding pervert in this Economic Institute.

Tomorrow is the time to organize the monthly exam, and the students in the library who are waiting to rub the light of the god of learning to inspire themselves find that the study seat that belongs to the god of learning is empty today.

……

Is she too sick to get up?

At the same time, the dormitory of the Economic Institute.

As the most wealthy college in the Federation, the dormitory of the Scholastic is a two-person room.

At this moment, the two people in the dormitory were holding their terminals, their eyes burning.