Chapter 1689: Modern God of Cookery VS Netwen Dashen 23
Instead of letting this group of unreliable random guesses, it is better for him to reveal the truth himself.
Jiang Haichao didn't tell everyone, his anchor friend went to the neighbor he often talked about.
Little Phoenix: "Who? It's a man or a woman, why haven't I heard you mention it. The one who can make you 200,000 for the first place is definitely not an ordinary friend."
Jiang Haichao's neck is chilly. These guys are thinking more carefully than each other. If he is a little careless, he will reveal the hidden secrets.
The ebb and flow: "Cough, a friend who is a food anchor. You know that I love to eat, and now I am writing food articles, so I pay more attention to this aspect than before."
Jade-faced scholar: "Although Haichao explained it in detail, my intuition tells me that this is a beautiful female anchor."
A finger at Chunqiu: "+ ID number, I think so too. But what about Haichao's little sister next door, why haven't I heard you mention it in the past two days?"
Jiang Haichao is a bit square. Since he realized his good feelings for Shu Ange, he is like a junior high school student who has just begun to fall in love.
Thinking of her, her face blushed, and she was embarrassed to talk about her.
Moonlight Song: "My neighbor's little sister is very good. Thank her for me. Welcome to Hangzhou as a guest. I will definitely receive her well."
After getting rid of the troubles of insomnia, Yueguangqu's body was swept away, and he was full of energy like a little rooster.
Jade-faced scholar: "What? It can solve insomnia. I haven't slept very well recently. Amway?"
Little Phoenix: "Last time Haichao shared a recipe in the group. He has aromatherapy there. You can ask him for a little scholar with jade noodles. The tide rises and falls."
Jiang Haichao was very generous, and he didn't have the slightest desire to hide his privacy. He shared the recipe again, and asked the scholar's address to send him aromatherapy.
There was a lively chat in the group, and the editor Su Feng privately knocked on Jiang Haichao.
"Haichao, the website has arranged a promotional event. This Saturday, you will represent the finish line and broadcast live on the sg website. At that time, the website will hold some welfare activities to attract fans."
pk from Thursday to Thursday, the promotion activities on the most popular Saturday, the arrangement of the site is still very reasonable.
"What exactly is the promotion? Can I take a few minutes to promote my anchor friend?"
According to past practice, the publicity of the destination is mostly in the form of a question-and-answer format.
Jiang Haichao wanted to ask Sufeng to come to the interview text and add the content of the propaganda anchor "Food Lianliankan".
"Don't worry, it's similar to the previous live events, but some small entertainment programs will be added. In short, this time our website and sg have joined forces to increase mutual popularity, which will definitely bring the popularity of "Food Continent" to a new level."
Su Feng is in high spirits, and Jiang Haichao is his author. The more popular he is, the more honored he is.
"That's good, is it going to be broadcast live on Saturday? When is the time?"
"The time is set, from 20:00 to 21:00 on Saturday night, the sg website promised to give us a recommendation on the homepage!"
Prime-time referrals are worth a lot of money, and I am so full of myself that I can't wait to arrive on Saturday.
"Received, it's been a lot of hard work, I will prepare some manuscripts to explode."
Su Feng's eyes lit up, and he quickly returned: "My good brother, you are getting more and more diligent now. It's really impressive that Shibei has three days."
As the editor-in-chief, the most distressing thing is to urge more.
Especially in the face of those great gods who earn tens of millions to 100 million yuan every year, urging them has become a chore.
The author of the great **** is not bad for money, and the update is also willful.
Before the ebb and flow of the tide, the update was better than the stability, but it was also too stable, and there were few updates throughout the year.
This time, in order to compete for the popularity king, he suddenly broke the 200,000 yuan, and it was like a dream.
After contacting the website, Jiang Haichao was in a very happy mood. He decided to make an appointment with Shu Ange to do a live broadcast together at 8 o'clock on Saturday night.
He originally planned to use the identity of Jiang Haichao to contact him, but after thinking about it, with Shu Ange's ingenuity, I'm afraid he would immediately think that he is Haipingxian.
Therefore, Jiang Haichao sent a message to Shu Ange using his sg account.
"Hello anchor, can you have a live broadcast this Saturday night, the time is between 20:00 and 21:00, I have something very important to tell you."
After the private message was sent, Jiang Haichao was in high spirits, staring at the phone screen without blinking.
Not long after, the other party replied.
"Okay, in the next two days, I have something to do and may not be able to broadcast live."
After receiving the private message, Jiang Haichao found that the announcement of "Gourmet Lianliankan" was also changed.
He was a little curious, what happened to the other party, and wanted to ask in person.
Jiang Haichao was thinking about this when there was a sudden knock on the door.
He hurriedly put away the phone, turned off the computer, got up and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Shu Ange."
A clear and soft voice sounded, Jiang Haichao quickly got up, pushed open the door, and floated to the door like a kite.
There were a few scattered points of light hanging in the sky, and the twilight was like light blue velvet satin.
The soothing night wind blows slowly, the dense beige flowers are surrounded by green leaves, and the fragrance spreads like mist.
The atmosphere in Yuexiang Tower in Haishi District, Jicheng District is dull, and no one is in the mood to appreciate the night of Shanghai.
"Too deceitful, really deceitful!"
Usually, seven or eight o'clock at night is the time when the guests are the most.
But today, the hall of the restaurant was deserted, and only half of the private rooms were booked.
In this half, because there are too many customers on the opposite side, I can't book a private room, so I came here next.
Zongci clapped his hands on the case, his veins burst out, and his heart seemed to be burning like a nest of fire.
He is thirty-five this year, when the dragon and the tiger are fierce, and it is especially terrifying when he arises.
Mr. Zong Boyu sat down on the chair with a slash, and glanced around with sharp eyes.
He is nearly seventy years old, and he has seen people who have seen strong winds and waves. Yuexianglou was handed down from his ancestors.
It hasn't all been smooth sailing over the years, but like today, it's the first time to be kicked by a junior and ride on the head.
"Zongci, skills are inferior to others, no need to say more."
When the old father said something, Zong Ci gritted his teeth and stared like copper bells.
He has four older sisters, and his father is traditional and conservative, only handing over the family business to him, and only passing on his cooking skills to him.
Therefore, Zongci has always managed Yuexianglou as a treasure.
Over the years, the food industry has been constantly innovating, and Zongci has also communicated with others while learning family recipes.
He believes that his cooking skills are in the sea market, and aside from the older generation of chefs, his cooking skills are not the first or the second.
Today's shame has pulled Zongci's face off, and his stomach is full of fire.
"There must be an internal response! Dad, if no one gets our recipe out, how can Bazhenlou cook our specialty."
The history of Chinese cuisine has a long history. The same dish has different practices in the north and south, and different chefs make it differently.
(I'm a little uncomfortable today, only one more update)