Chapter 354

Kristin gasped and looked at her: "Everyone is clamoring for the Chinese-style pasta you just made for our society, please!"

Yuan Jingchu's mouth twitched.

Glancing at the stall that was already rioting, Yuan Jingchu sighed helplessly, and was about to explain to the barrage that he wanted to turn off the live broadcast, but found that the barrage army was begging the anchor not to turn off the live broadcast, they were willing to watch it .

"Anchor anchor!! Don't turn it off!! I want to watch my little brother all the time"

"Anchor, there is no need to close it!!"

"Anchor, you only broadcast for three minutes"

"The anchor, we are actually very interested in the charity sale activities in foreign countries"

"Go for pickup!! Conquer the whole world with Chinese food!!"

Yuan Jingchu couldn't help laughing when she saw it, "Okay. No problem."

Put the mobile phone on the shelf, half of the picture is the cooked dishes, and the other half is the guests coming, but they cleverly did not photograph their faces, only the sound can be heard. This is also sufficient for live viewers.

"I'm going, did I see it wrong? So many people?!"

"What did I see when the anchor came over just now, Chinese-style pasta? God tm Chinese-style pasta!! This is simply fried noodles, Chinese-style!!"

"Yeah, other than that side, I don't think this dish is Italian at all"

"Are you guys selling fried noodles or spaghetti?"

Yuan Jingchu didn't answer, so she was too busy.

There are already a lot of people participating in the event tonight. Even people who live nearby have heard of it, and even people from the school next door came to play. When I saw so many people queuing up here, they were eating well, and I asked. After everyone said it was delicious, there were more people in line.

Throughout the night, Yuan Jingchu didn't know how many noodles she had made. She finished the last one in a chaotic manner wearing a mask. Yuan Jingchu felt that her hand was about to break. Enough for her to lose weight!

At ten o'clock in the evening, the noodles were all sold out.

Yuan Jingchu didn't have much sauce and ran out.

But there were still a lot of people in line, wailing, "We've been in line for twenty minutes!!"

"Is there nothing else to sell? Potatoes will do too"

"Don't you still have ingredients there? Can you cook something else? I'm starving to death"

Kristin had a headache. Although he was persuaded for a long time, most of the people in the queue could understand and left with disappointment, but some people were still reluctant to leave.

Yuan Jingchu glanced at the last remaining ingredients, "Is there any rice?"

Kristin quickly looked at the stall beside him that had not moved much, ran over to talk to the frustrated president, and nodded to her with bright eyes: "Yes!!"

The stall next to it was opened by some Korean students. Their main menu is kimchi and pork fried rice, which was a dish that they were proud of, but no one came. At the beginning of their stall, they wanted to try new flavors. However, their kimchi pork rice doesn't seem to be very popular, and many foreigners are not used to the taste of kimchi.

Seeing that the time is almost over, they can only stare there all night, watching the long queue of stalls next door, but they are not interested here, and these students are a little depressed.

The kimchi is okay, there is so much pork and rice left, even if you take it back and put it in the refrigerator, they will have to eat it for a long time.