Chapter 1686: Modern God of Cookery VS Netwen Dashen 20
Jiang Haichao watched everyone chatting and joking in the group, and suddenly thought of Shu Ange.
Since she knew he was the author, she specially listed a recipe for him, and also helped him with soothing incense, and told him to stay up late.
Jiang Haichao's sleep was also a little unstable before, but after getting to know Shu Ange in Yunsheng Village, his sleep quality improved significantly.
Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the recipe Shu Ange wrote to him, and sent it to the chat group.
The ebb and flow: "This is a recipe written by my neighbor. It can nourish the body and help with sleep. By the way, the neighbor also helped me to adjust the fragrance."
He took another picture of the incense burner and put it in the group.
A finger at Chunqiu: "So, it's really a big baby. I bet on a package ticket, Haichao is tempted."
Moonlight Song: "This recipe looks interesting. I will ask my aunt to help cook it. If it is useful, I will give back to the society in time."
Little Phoenix: "Kneeled to the local tyrant who started the housekeeping aunt."
Su Mian: "The tide ebbs and flows. The only big local tyrant in the group is here today. Has everyone canvassed for votes?"
The chat in the group was in full swing. Under the stimulation of the 60,000-word explosion, "Gourmet Continent" not only received a lot of rewards, but also charged all the way to step on the second place.
A smile gradually appeared on Jiang Haichao's face, and his slender knuckles tapped lightly on the keyboard.
He opened the sg live app and skillfully clicked on Shu Ange's avatar.
Her fans suddenly increased a lot, from early 10,000 to 40,000 or 50,000.
Does Shu Ange also buy fans? Jiang Haichao felt a little weird thinking about it. He opened it and took a look, and found that her new fans were all live fans.
It's not bought fans, it's normal increase of fans.
Jiang Haichao doesn't doubt Shu Ange's strength at all. Which of the top chefs on the food list has her cooking skills better.
He jumped around on various interfaces, and finally found the reason why Shu Ange's fans exploded.
The short video of her participating in the "Chingxi City Chef Contest" has been on the hot search list, and the number of retweets has exceeded 100,000.
The video only captures clips of Shu Ange cooking, and countless flashbacks show her superb knife skills and ravines in her chest.
The barrage was very lively. As a big foodie country, every descendant of Yan and Huang buried their love for food in their hearts.
"Well, ask me, why are you kneeling and looking at your phone!"
"Spicy phone, stewed charger, don't stop me, I want to eat enough!"
"Is this a special effect, how can a real swordsman be so powerful?"
In the video of the fire, in addition to following the trend and worshipping the voice, there are always some discordant remarks.
Jiang Haichao fought silently with Heizi for 500 rounds in his heart, and quietly liked the last video sent by Shu Ange.
During the competition in Qingxi City, her live broadcast account had been suspended, and some fans were crying and begging her to come back and update.
Jiang Haichao closed the sg live app, clicked on Weibo, and secretly searched for "Chingxi City Chef God Competition".
At the award ceremony, Shu Ange was slender, with calm eyebrows and jade-like eyes, standing next to several chubby chefs, and the style of painting was obviously inconsistent.
Her beauty is as light as the wind, as warm as jade, and swept across the heart and lake of the river and tide like a dragonfly.
So far, "Gourmet Continent" has not set a heroine. Like several previous books by Jiang Haichao, it has diluted the emotional line and pursued a **** struggle.
In the process of watching Shu Ange's video repeatedly, Jiang Haichao was touched. In terms of novel conception, he gained some inspiration and the image of the heroine became much clearer.
After returning from Qingxi City, Shu Ange was ready to fight.
She has lived in seclusion for so long, in order to return to the Bazhen Building with a new identity, and get back everything that belonged to the original owner.
The food industry turmoil has re-emerged, and Bazhen Lou has once again become a trend-setter in the center of public opinion.
It didn't take long for Mu Guangcheng to go to the hospital with his wife and daughter to visit Qi Zhiqin, the major shareholder of Bazhen Building, who was in a vegetative state.
Pang Yudie was unfaithful and unfilial, and the news spread that he was devoted to fame and fortune.
Shu Ange won the "Chingxi City God of Cooking Competition", which touched the cheese of some people, and also made those little famous chefs lose face.
Under the incitement of the Mu family, she suddenly became the target of public criticism.
The food industry has a very bad evaluation of Shu Ange, but her fans are not affected.
"Old nympho, today won the championship".
"The major shareholder of Bazhen Building is in a coma, and Pang Yudie is reluctant to think about Shu".
There have been a lot of reports on the Internet that are not conducive to Shu Ange. Although the discussion is not high, it has suppressed the fame she just made.
Jiang Haichao, who paid close attention to Shu Ange's dynamics, followed these reports and finally knew Shu Ange's identity.
He didn't take to heart the news that mocked her, and he didn't think it was funny how fat she looked before.
"I'll go, those people are sick. This is obviously a conspiracy. Xiaodie is so smart and smart, how can she like a bad old man."
Jiang Haichao held his chin in his hand and sorted out all the news about Bazhenlou that he had read.
"There are tricks, there are definitely tricks. Putting it on the Internet, isn't this the accidental death of the big boss, and the second boss designed a poisonous scheme to frame the young master!"
He slapped the table with righteous indignation, his eyes blazing with flames.
I have to say that Jiang Haichao was not careful about the truth.
He doesn't believe in the rumors on the Internet, he only believes in his own eyes, but through the illusion, he sees the real truth.
It stands to reason that small waves in the food industry have limited influence on the Internet and will not spread too much.
However, in just two or three days, Shu Ange's live broadcast room was suffocated.
Jiang Haichao competed for votes at a critical moment, and at the same time asked for more votes. While paying close attention to Shu Ange's live account.
She has never taken the initiative to mention her identity and the troubles she has encountered. Jiang Haichao can only pretend not to know, quietly as a fan, to help her maintain the order of the live broadcast room.
At the beginning of the night, Shu Ange opened the live broadcast room and brought a new dish to everyone.
"Autumn is strong, and chrysanthemum-yellow crab fat is at the right time. Today we will cook a dish related to crabs - chrysanthemum to crab."
Shu Ange's tone is gentle, his movements are quick, and every move is elegant and picturesque.
In the past, at the beginning of the broadcast, there was only the voice of "666" in the barrage, but today there are many more dissonant factors.
"Hehe, the anchor is really good at Yaxing. My mother is lying in the hospital, not paying attention."
"I don't care, I heard that Qian Quan was used for liposuction and plastic surgery. Don't you remember, the anchor only showed a pair of fat hands at the beginning."
"Ugh, of course I remember. The anchor recently won the first prize in the God of Cooking contest. I thought she was very good, but I didn't expect that she would have plastic surgery."
More than half of the barrage was attacking Shu Ange, and someone posted the name of a post, asking everyone to search for her appearance before plastic surgery.
Shu Ange's expression was indifferent, unaffected by the barrage, and earnestly cooking for the camera.
She could bear it, but Jiang Haichao in front of the camera couldn't bear it.
He ranked first in the fan rankings of the live broadcast room, and was appointed as an administrator, with the right to be banned.