If she doesn't slap her face, she won't be Aunt Meng's grandmother
In the interstellar world, it is one thing that no one normally eats meat, and whether meat can be used as food is another.
In many indoor live broadcasts, the anchors who lose will be asked to eat meat as punishment.
Outdoor live broadcasts focusing on combat and survival in the wild, eating meat is even more commonplace.
Even some anchors, in order to attract attention, will deliberately pretend to like to eat meat very much to attract live viewers.
In her previous life, she was also one of the top 100 food bloggers, and Mengwan still knows a little about professional black fans.
Looking at the protruding swiping screen [Meng Dog], [Meat], and [Meng Dog Powder] in the comment area, Mengwan suddenly let out a short sneer, "Hehe." ”
"No. 001, take the children out first. The following content is not suitable for young children. ”
Watching No. 001 lead the children out, Mengwan loosened her wrists, moved the joints around her body, and prepared to fight the group of blacks.
[Ask the anchor to give a detailed name of the raw material.] ]
[Meng dog powder is Meng dog powder, this kind of dirty thing is done.] ]
[Forcing others to say the formula?] Chefs Association Membership Manual Carrying a Dog in the Belly? ]
[Please don't take our Miss Wan out, our Miss Wan has disappeared!] ]
[Meng Dog shut up.] ]
"Shut up. Menggou, Menggou, what are you? Mengwan only felt that she was a little superior.
[Meng Dog Fan really couldn't sit still, poke your house to steam, isn't it?] Meng dog powder is cheap. ]
"Article 346, Paragraph 3, Paragraph 4 of the Interstellar Law stipulates: If a citizen is physically attacked or insulted by personality, and after verification, such behavior is indeed committed, he may be detained for not less than 15 days but not more than three months, and if serious consequences are caused, he shall bear corresponding civil liability." Reelde, who was holding a wonton bowl, suddenly interjected.
Upper Path, brother.
Mengwan gave Reald a thumbs up inwardly.
"First of all, you said that I am a fan of Meng Wan, do you have evidence? Meng Wan fans are dogs, do you have any evidence? After a slight pause, Mengwan raised her light brain, "I can submit an application to the Interstellar Cyber Security Agency right now to verify my own account." ”
"If I weren't a fan of Meng Wan, I would file a lawsuit against you." Saying that, Mengwan sat back and watched and was about to call the video signal of the Star Network Security Bureau.
[Marshal's rumored girlfriend is bullying! ] You oppress ordinary starmen! ]
[The interstellar marshal and Meng Dog fans are in cahoots!] ]
As soon as Mengwan's words came out, the comment area was silent for a few seconds, and then he instantly turned against him and began to crusade against Reelde, who was drinking wontons on the side.
Roar, do you still want to use your strength to fight cattle across the mountains?
If I don't give you some color to see, you really don't know why she Mengwan is called Aunt Meng.
"Reiard's life is black, Meng Dog is dead, I am your father, hello to the three users, in the name of Riconathan Reard, I officially inform you that I have submitted the relevant application to the Interstellar Cyber Security Agency." Before Mengwan could speak, Reelde, who was still drinking wontons next to him, shook the light brain on his wrist that was still shining, and said in a cold tone, "Lawyer's letter, I will send it to the three brains after this live broadcast." ”
As for the question in the comment area just now, Mengwan now gives a formal answer. First, I'm not a fan of Meng Wan. Second, all the ingredients I used in my live broadcast were the most ordinary ingredients, and I didn't use any high-level alien beasts. ”
Here, Mengwan also spoke, ready to crit.
[Please close the live broadcast room yourself, or I will file a lawsuit against the Chef Association.] ]
"Oh? Tell me to close the live broadcast room? Why? ”
[Just because you don't have a chef's license.] ]
"I'm sorry, I have." Meng Wan showed the A-level chef certificate she had just taken back. "By the way, I also revealed the list of your so-called masters."
If you slap your face, you have to make a crackling sound. — Dream Sdcomo Loveski Wan