"Looks like you guys really went to sleep. If you look at your phone, you'll know what happened!”
"Last night, a few streamers who rely on fake food to make a living slandered you. They said that you were faking it. The Master Chef husband doesn't have such good cooking skills at all. You even said that your family's treasures are all rented.”
"Haf?"
Su Wen Wan was at a loss.
"Dumbfounded! "We were also dumbfounded, so we waited in your live broadcast room early on. We wanted to see our husband, the Master Chef, destroy those guys who thought they were smart.”
"That's right. I can tolerate it if you say that the food is fake. After all, it hasn't been truly appraised. However, even the cooking skills of the Master Chef husband are fake. This is intolerable. This is an insult to my intelligence.”
"Nowadays, people really have no limits in order to gain popularity. Streamer, you have to let the Master Chef husband teach them a lesson!”
Su Wen Wan looked at the comments and frowned.
Since he was in the industry of live streaming, it was inevitable that he would attract criticism.
However, the current situation was a little too ridiculous.
More importantly, those people said that they could, but they definitely could not talk about their husbands.
As she thought about it, she brought her phone to the kitchen.
"Hungry? Wait a moment. I'll start making pies immediately. I'll be able to eat them in a while.”
It had to be said that sleeping was the fastest way for men and women to get familiar with each other.
After a night of deep understanding, Ye Tian and Su Wen Wan no longer felt estranged, and even his tone became gentler.
"Pie?"
Su Wen Wan's eyes lit up. That was one of her favorite breakfast.
Unfortunately, after moving to this small mountain village, they rarely got to eat it.
For a moment, she forgot why she came in.
On the bullet screen, some discordant voices started to appear.
"So this is what the Master Chef eats for breakfast?”
"Didn't you say that you would slap my face? At least show off your culinary skills. Otherwise, what would you use to slap my face?”
"Heh, why are you still supporting me? I already said that yesterday's cooking was an act, but you didn't believe me. Now, you're using such a simple pie to fool the audience?”
"Let's go. There's nothing to see. Go do what you need to do. Master Chef…hehe!"
A series of bullet comments instantly made Su Wen Wan regain her attention.
Her face sank and she gritted her teeth.
"Honey, can you make something complicated for breakfast today?”
"Complicated? It's just breakfast, why make it so complicated? Isn't it fine as long as it's delicious?"
Ye Tian asked, confused.
"But now, someone is questioning your cooking skills! Can you tolerate this?"
"Who's doubting? The group of fools in your live broadcast room? I'm just cooking. Why should I care about them?"
"But…"
"No buts. Just wait for the food.”
"By the way, do you like it with more filling or less?”
"Is there a need to ask? Of course, the more the better, and the thinner the cake, the better!”
Ye Tian nodded.
He began to dig the fillings into the plate.
He dug out a fist-sized piece of meat stuffing and then pulled out a little dough from the dough.
"This ratio, can you feel good?"
"Hmm?"
Su Wen Wan stared blankly, looking closely again, only to see that besides the fist-sized meat filling, there was also a thumb-sized ball of dough.
"Don't tell me you're going to use this dough dumpling to wrap the stuffing in your hand!”
"Didn't you say that the more filling, the better? The thinner the cake, the better.”
"But how is this possible? Do you really think I haven't made pies before?"
Su Wen Wan cried out involuntarily.
"What if it's done?"
Ye Tian smiled provocatively.
"If you can do this, then whatever you say will be! If you can't do it, you'll do whatever I say today and obey unconditionally!”
"Deal!"
Seeing Ye Tian agree, Su Wen Wan smiled brightly.
Stupid hubby, I fell for it this time.
No matter what, I can win.
It was done, shocking the world and slapping those haters in the face.
If she couldn't cook it, she would win. She could ask her husband to cook a complicated dish to clear her name.
I'm too smart!
In the live broadcast room.
Everyone started to shout because of the dough.
"Do you have to be so exaggerated? I'm from the north. I've been making noodles since I was young, but I've never seen anyone make pies with this ratio.”
"That's right. The Master Chef husband is too exaggerated this time. If he can wrap it up, I bet a rocket won't be able to do it.”
"Same bet, plus a sports car!"
"I'll bet five rockets, but I have a request. Since it's a bet, there has to be a bet. The request is simple. If we win, I'll have to trouble the streamer to point the camera forward so that I can take a good look at the plate with the stuffing.”
"Hmm?"
Su Wen Wan's expression froze.
What was going on?
Was the rhythm from last night starting again?
Su Wen Wan clicked on the profile picture of the person who spoke, and her face was filled with black lines.
He really was an appraiser.
Moreover, there was more than one appraiser in the live broadcast room.
While she was observing the ID, a few more people joined the betting team.
Without exception, they were all appraisers.
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