The rest of the people were still chatting in place, and Zuo Qiongqiong and Xiao Boge had already set off.

Soon found the ingredients, Zuo Qiongqiong began to prepare, some vegetables and a piece of pork belly, and stewed in a big mess.

I don't know if it's because she didn't get enough sleep last night, she can't lift her spirits.

[Zuo Fugui: What is this doing? Can you cook some high-end and high-grade meals on the show? 】

[What? Is it a big mess? It feels like it's like pig food. 】

[We are stewed and delicious, the difference between comments is too much! 】

[Even if you don't like a certain food, there's no need to slander it, right? 】

Zuo Qiongqiong doesn't care about the opinion on the screen, no matter what it is, some people like it and some people hate it.

It's okay for her to be comfortable.

Soon, it was time for lunch, and the program team randomly selected 50 passers-by from the roadside to taste the meals made by the food bloggers.

Compared with other people's meals, Zuo Qiongqiong's messy stew is indeed not very exquisite.

But when you pour a spoonful into the rice, the taste is instantly gone!

The things made by other food bloggers are also delicious, but they always feel dry, and the fatigue of the morning of work has dissipated.

[It looks so fragrant, my eyes are red! ] 】

[I have accumulated virtue and done good deeds all my life, why can't I be drawn!] Flowing at the screen]

[You guys are pretty good, we're on the spot, and the taste is amazing. 】

Of course, it's not just for passers-by to taste, but also for bloggers to taste each other.

Zuo Qiongqiong wandered between the dining tables with her own large plate, and when she saw food of interest, she put it on her plate.

In order to become a qualified water serving master, Zuo Qiongqiong sandwiched a little bit of almost every dish.

When I went back with the plate, I saw that Xiao Boge had been stabbed by the camera.

"This is the spicy chicken made by Mr. Xiaolu, Brother Xiaobo, how do you feel?"

The chicken in Xiao Boge's mouth hadn't been swallowed yet, so he could only nod frantically: "Not bad, not bad." Much better than what I made! ”

Next, the host asked a few more dishes about his feelings, and they were all perfunctory by Brother Xiaobo.

Seeing that Xiao Boge was obviously reluctant to say more, the host turned his attention to Zuo Qiongqiong again.

"Teacher Zuo, let's take a look at the meal you got today. Oh, this is a lychee shrimp ball made by Mr. Fang, I thought it was delicious when I watched it fried just now, Mr. Zuo, you can taste it. ”

Zuo Qiongqiong smiled, and before she could put the ball in her mouth, the main owner came.

"Did Fugui take the food I cooked? It's really fun. Fang Yi held his plate one by one, and the other hand was still holding his own child.

"It's quite appetizing, I'll try."

Zuo Qiongqiong picked up a piece of fried golden shrimp balls, and before she could put it in her mouth, she smelled a fishy smell and felt a wave of nausea in her stomach.

Surrounded by more than a dozen cameras in front of her, she could only force down this discomfort.

Put down your chopsticks, take a moment, and get ready to do it again.

But the same situation as just now reappeared, and the nausea came up again, and I just couldn't eat it!

[What's the situation?] Why doesn't Zuo Qiongqiong eat it? 】

[I said before that the two people have similar routes, and it is a competitive relationship, but now it seems to be true. Be a demon in someone else's part.,There's really yours. 】

[Shouldn't Zuo Qiongqiong see the scene of her handling shrimp just now? ] I just watched the whole thing and I feel like I can't eat it either. 】

[Yes, it's disgusting, it's just an ordinary shrimp, how can it be so disgusting? 】

[Isn't she a food blogger with tens of millions of followers? Isn't it so bad that you can't even handle a shrimp? 】

[Can Zuo Qiongqiong's fans not come to bring the rhythm? ] Now it's the master of your family who is acting as a demon, what does it matter about the meals we make one by one? 】

It's not just Zuo Qiongqiong who hasn't eaten yet, but the few people who have eaten it all have different faces.

Fang Yiyi's heart trembled: "What's wrong?" Don't you like Mr. Zuo? Or do you feel something uncomfortable? ”

Zuo Qiongqiong finally put down her chopsticks and showed a reluctant smile, her eyes turning slightly red because of the feeling of resisting vomiting.

"I'm sorry, I probably can't eat something fishy."

In the end, Zuo Qiongqiong still couldn't eat the shrimp ball, no matter how dark she was in the live broadcast room at this time, she couldn't eat it if she couldn't eat it.

On the way home after the recording of the show, Zuo Qiongqiong already wanted to see what she said about her behavior today, but the situation of being hacked by the whole network did not appear in her imagination.

On the contrary, Fang Yiyi handled the shrimp one by one and was not clean, and his movements were very rusty and perfunctory, not at all like something made by a person who could cook.

[Laughing to death, this is the big blogger who some fans say is super delicious to cook? ] 】

[No, I'm a person who has never cooked, and my movements are smoother than hers. 】

[It seems that something amazing has been discovered, there is almost no close-up of cooking in Fang Yiyi's video, and when it comes to close-up, all of them are only hands or faces. 】

[Although, it shouldn't be a hand replacement, right? ] (Please represent your personal thoughts, don't spray me.) 】

This speculation, and the next revelations, were even faster than Zuo Qiongqiong imagined.

First, some people said that the things made by Fang Yiyi were not delicious, and some people said that there were quality problems with the goods she had brought before.

The wall fell down and everyone pushed it was vividly reflected.

Zuo Qiongqiong looked at Lu Qingze on the sofa, this matter is absolutely impossible without his handwriting.

There are constantly marketing accounts breaking the news that Fang Yiyi and her husband have actually divorced a long time ago, but they are just a superficial husband and wife.

The reason for the divorce is that both of them cheated, and the sweet moment of the fans' stumbling and dying is nothing more than the industrial saccharin they made.

Lu Qingze stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around her waist, and he didn't take his eyes off the tablet in his hand.

"The things they did were not small, and I just gave them a slight push."

Zuo Qiongqiong thought that this was simply some kind of professional competition, until the Beijing official blog issued a statement, and they found that there was a money laundering gang behind Fang Yiyi......

Also, how clean can the people who dare to let Lu Wenlin do it and want to kill themselves?

Lu Wenlin, who was in the bars, was quite well-informed, and he only said that he did it alone, but now he changed his words, saying that Fang Yiyi was the mastermind behind the scenes.

Zuo Qiongqiong received a call from the police station asking her if she wanted to go again.

Zuo Qiongqiong refused.

These people have nothing to do with me anymore.

I don't know if it's because of the hot weather, Zuo Qiongqiong always feels a little uncomfortable.

After retching a few more times, Lu Qingze couldn't stand it anymore and drove Zuo Qiongqiong to the hospital.

When they saw the bright red two bars, both of them were silent.

Pushed the time forward, it was the day I went to Zuojia Village.

Sure enough, there is no right tool to kill people......

"Are you alright?"

In the bathroom, Zuo Qiongqiong gently patted Lu Qingze's back, the other party was a little sick with a stomach before, but now it is almost better, why did he suddenly vomit?

Besides, isn't it yourself who is pregnant?

The man who was more than one meter eight had a pale face, listening to the doctor's instructions on various matters, "You hold this book, the most important thing for pregnant women is to be in a good mood, and everything else doesn't matter."

Before leaving, Zuo Qiongqiong's brain twitched, "Doctor, he vomited too, what's going on?" ”

The doctor was stunned for a moment, and held his glasses, "Pregnancy with syndrome, don't worry." ”

When she walked out of the hospital, the doctor's words still echoed in Zuo Qiongqiong's mind.

"What is pregnancy complication syndrome?"

"Pregnancy concomitant syndrome. Pregnancy-like symptoms of pregnancy reaction occur when the wife is pregnant. May have nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite and continue until the wife heals after giving birth"

She sat in the co-pilot, looked at Lu Qingze, whose face was slightly relaxed, and sighed.