Chapter 1679: Modern God of Cookery VS Netwen Dashen 13
During the period of eating and drinking, Jiang Haichao was not idle. Motivated by Shu Ange's food, his inspiration continued to explode.
Having been engaged in the Internet literature business for many years, Jiang Haichao has not remained unchanged. He is a writer who writes over and over again until his death.
He has tried many types of web articles, and has also created many genres that are talked about with great interest.
Whether it is warm blooded calm, high martial arts, fantasy, or Xianxia, the city, he has been involved.
The book that Jiang Haichao is currently writing belongs to the **** fight for hegemony on the subject of food.
It's hard to link food and blood, but his writing is so addicting, fans cry every day for updates.
This is a magical continent, where great cooking can bring fame and power. The protagonist from the countryside to different cities, in a variety of exciting food battles, a story of friendship and glory.
This day, Jiang Haichao was coding, and the penguin in the lower right corner suddenly lit up.
He exited word and clicked on the chat box, and the person who knocked him was the editor in charge of Sufeng.
"The tide is big, the website is going to hold a PK competition. The winner can broadcast live on sg on behalf of the finish website. Are you interested?"
For these long-established gods, every time there is a trend or new event on the website, most of them have not been officially launched, they will communicate with them privately.
"Live broadcast, what live broadcast?"
The screen showed that the other party was typing, and after a while, there was a long rush of wind, obviously after careful consideration.
"It's like this, in order to keep pace with the times, strengthen the connection between the website and readers, and at the same time let fans feel the enthusiasm of the author and better promote it. The website decided to launch a popular pk campaign, and the winner can communicate with fans through the video website. communication and interaction.”
In the past, Jiang Haichao would probably have no interest in this kind of face-showing, and would have rejected it directly.
The sg live broadcast platform aroused his interest, thinking of Shu Ange's tepid popularity, he thought and typed back a sentence.
"Let me think about it, what event will it take place and when?"
This time the wind came back quickly.
"The activity will officially start next week, and the results will be released one month after pk, and the specific process website will be announced later."
"let me think again."
Jiang Haichao was still a little hesitant.
"Okay, think about it, this is a very good promotion opportunity. Your serialized article is almost 1 million words, and it's a good time to talk about copyright. The more pk, the more popular, the more fans, it will greatly enhance the value of copyright. Great benefit."
"Thank you Fengda, I will seriously consider it."
After communicating with the editor, Jiang Haichao continued to bury his words, and at the same time secretly looked forward to the invitation of his neighbors.
When rubbing rice has become a habit, he can sacrifice his face for the sake of food.
The WeChat prompt sounded, and Jiang Haichao immediately stopped moving and lowered his head to open the screen.
"Are you there?"
After being together for so long, the two have become acquaintances.
Shu Ange suddenly spoke to Jiang Haichao in such an unfamiliar tone, which made him a little uncomfortable.
"Yes, what's the matter?"
Jiang Haichao rested his feet on the ground and slid back several tens of centimeters, holding his chin in his hands and staring at the phone screen intently.
There was a gentleness in his eyes that he didn't even know he knew.
"That's it, I have business to go out for a few days, can you help me take care of the soybeans and the goslings, chickens and ducks?"
"Where are you going? Are you going out to do errands? Don't worry at home, I'll take care of you. We're good friends."
Jiang Haichao was a little surprised when Shu Ange went out and sent her a grinning expression.
Shu Ange smiled and replied: "It's not a big deal, I'm going to participate in a competition in Qingxi City."
"Participate in a competition? What competition? You managed to arouse my curiosity."
"..."
Shu Ange made an ellipsis and then replied, "Participate in the cooking competition."
"Oh, that sounds awesome!"
If Shu Ange hadn't asked him to help take care of soybeans, Jiang Haichao would have really wanted to follow her to see him.
Thinking of this, Jiang Haichao was surprised to find his change.
In the past, he didn't like going out, he liked to stay at home, and hated to join in the fun. In addition to fitness and exercise, I rarely take the initiative to go to crowded places.
But now, he has developed an interest in an ordinary cooking competition.
"Lend your auspicious words. When you can come over for dinner later, I will give you the key to your face. I will go out tomorrow. If everything goes well, I will be home next Tuesday."
Hearing that he could eat food, Jiang Haichao was instantly refreshed.
"Okay, then I'll continue to be cheeky and rubbing rice."
September is a good time to eat crabs. Jiang Haichao sat at the dinner table and saw the golden-colored and fragrant hairy crabs.
"Filled and cooked, there are many varieties, and the orange paste sauce is delicious."
He couldn't help but read a poem about crabs by a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Shu Ange smiled and gave him a look: "Mr. Jiang is really talented, and his export is perfect."
"Ha... It's overrated, Xiaodie's cooking skills are really good, and it's amazing every time. Crabs are expensive, right? You must charge me for food this time."
A hairy crab is expensive. Jiang Haichao, who earns more than 100 million yuan a year, is really embarrassed to eat the "big family" of Shu Ange without his conscience.
Shu Ange brought out a bowl of crystal clear soup from the kitchen.
She rolled her eyes at Jiang Haichao: "This is chicken marrow shoots. The chicken was made into a dish and eaten yesterday. The remaining bones, after knocking open, take out the marrow and boil it into soup, and boil it together with the fresh bamboo shoots to make soup."
"I know this, this dish is called chicken marrow shoots, and it appeared in the Dream of Red Mansions."
Jiang Haichao swallowed his saliva subconsciously, the blue and white plate was intertwined with green and white, the soup was clear and salty, and the plate was elegant and picturesque.
Holding back his saliva, he tasted a piece of bamboo shoots, and his eyes changed instantly, as if a 1-kilowatt light bulb was flashing.
"Delicious, so delicious! Fresh! Fragrant! Crispy, tastes so good, Xiaodie, you are a fairy cooking!"
Jiang Haichao held the chopsticks and looked at Shu Ange like a puppy.
This dish is not only delicious, but also rich in nutritional value.
"So, do you think my cooking skills are inferior to the value of the ingredients?"
Shu Ange's crescent-like eyes curved slightly, looking at Jiang Haichao with a playful expression.
"Of course not, I didn't mean it that way. I just feel like I've been eating and drinking for so long, so I have to make a statement... If you want, I can pay for your cooking skills."
Jiang Haichao was afraid of making Shu Ange unhappy, so he was very careful with his words.
Shu Ange deliberately put on an angry look: "What do you mean, I cook for you to make money?"
He jumped up, stood up from his chair, and said incoherently, "I didn't think so, so please don't misunderstand. Hey, I think sitting dishes is like writing a book. The readers support me in writing a book, so Spend money to subscribe to my articles, and sometimes give rewards. I like your cooking, so I pay to support it.”
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