A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Half a month has passed, Shu Ange lost more than ten pounds, and now the weight is stable at about 150 pounds.

Compared to her terrifying posture when she weighed more than 200 pounds, she can now be called a flexible fat man.

It will take a month or two to lose weight to 100 jins. It will take a month or two to do a live broadcast of food. Now the weight is not a problem.

Shu Ange arranged the kitchen, and then used the camera and computer to broadcast live.

She didn't show her face, she only looked at the position of her hands.

"Hello everyone, the dish I brought to you today is called jumping fish in milk soup. The name of this dish is very cute and the taste is very good. Jumping fish, also known as mudskipper, flower jumping, etc., can be seen on the riverside and seaside. "

Shu Ange carried the fresh fish that had not yet been processed, and explained it to everyone in a serious manner.

"Its meat is delicious, tender, smooth and delicious, and its nutritional value is very high. The milk soup jumping fish can not only nourish and beautify the face, but also promote milk."

Speaking of breastfeeding, Shu Ange showed a fascinated smile on his face.

"Okay, now let's clean up the fish with me."

She has excellent knife skills and picks up the fish neatly, as if pressing fast forward.

Shu Ange is a new anchor. There are not many people in the live broadcast room. Occasionally, people who click in will not be interested when they see a pair of fat hands, and slip out again.

There is also a boring tourist comment: "Anchor, are you too fat? It's better to lose weight and come back."

Shu Ange didn't answer, she introduced the nutritional value of jumping fish while teaching everyone how to make this dish, not missing every detail.

The time to marinate the fish with cooking wine and the heat of the oil, as well as the order and heat of various seasonings and ingredients, will be explained clearly by Shu Ange.

Following her explanation, a dish with all the colors and flavors appeared in front of everyone.

"Well, today's live broadcast of our food is here. I look forward to everyone sharing their thoughts and trying to make more food. I am Food Lianliankan. Friends who like food, please follow me."

After advertising himself, Shu Ange turned off the video.

Live broadcast is a very tiring thing. She took off her hat, wiped the sweat on her temples, raised her hand and sent a message to Jiang Haichao: "Do you want to come and try the new dish made today?"

Jiang Haichao, who was immersed in writing, immediately became energetic after seeing the WeChat message.

"Received, go over immediately, look forward to it!"

He rushed to the bathroom, washed his face hastily, combed his hair, changed his coat, and went to the next door happily.

Passing through the yard, pushing the door open, the fragrant fragrance came from the table, and Jiang Haichao's eyes were straight.

"It's so fragrant, what delicious food did you make today?"

"The milk-flavored jumping fish has a light taste. I don't know if it suits your taste."

"I love all the dishes you cook."

Jiang Haichao looked excited, not knowing what misunderstanding his words would cause.

"Sit here."

"OK."

After Jiang Haichao sat down, his eyes fell on Shu Ange: "Xiaodie, why do I think you have lost a lot of weight, are you losing weight?"

When the two first met, Shu Ange had a round body and looked like a cute panda.

Now that her waist is obviously thinner, Jiang Haichao is a little worried.

"Actually, I think chubby girls are cute. Losing too much weight at once is not good for your health."

Jiang Haichao is an otaku. He usually exercises to maintain his health.

He doesn't have any requirements for girls' weight, and it's good for good friends to gain weight.

"I'm losing weight, but don't worry, I've lost all of it through exercise. You've also seen the food, which is rich and nutritious, and I didn't treat myself harshly."

Shu Ange took a small bowl and filled Jiang Haichao with a bowl of fish soup. He hurriedly said, "I'll do it by myself, as long as you are conscious of your health. Anyway, I think girls are the cutest."

Jiang Haichao praised Shu Ange sincerely, and she burst out laughing: "Don't you think I look overweight now? I am 165 and weigh 150 pounds. For many girls, this weight cannot go out to meet you. people."

"How can it be so exaggerated, some girls are so thin that they collapse when the wind blows, and they are clamoring to lose weight. I really don't know what they are thinking. Today's dishes are delicious, and the fish is so delicious. This cooking is amazing. , you are so amazing, you can cook any cuisine."

"Are you a professional cheerleader?"

"No, I'm telling the truth. What kind of restaurant does the family run, tell me the name, maybe I've heard of it."

Jiang Haichao became more and more curious, and Shu Ange passed away.

In his opinion, she is simply a contemporary chef who lives in seclusion in a small mountain village.

"I'll tell you the name of the restaurant later, just like you kept your profession a secret from me."

Shu Ange blinked at Jiang Haichao, and he scratched his hair a little embarrassedly: "If you really want to know my occupation, there is actually nothing to say."

After eating for half a month, Jiang Haichao regarded Shu Ange as his parents.

Thinking that he didn't talk about his career before, I felt a little sorry.

Shu Ange smiled: "Just kidding you, I'm not a gossip person either."

Jiang Haichao coughed: "How can this be considered gossip? In fact, I don't mention my career, I'm just worried that people don't know much about it. Another point, I'm a bit shy, and I don't want to be around people, of course you—you Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to guard you on purpose."

As an online writer, under Shu Ange's warm and bright eyes, Jiang Haichao felt that he was short of words for the first time. "Actually, I'm an online writer. You know online novels, right? That's what I wrote, because I was afraid others would ask for a pseudonym to read it, so I was embarrassed to tell people."

After Jiang Haichao talked, he felt that what he said was a bit strange. He sat there with chopsticks, his bun-like cheeks bulged, and he looked a little cute.

"So you are a writer. I often read online novels, and maybe even read your masterpiece."

Shu Ange did not ask about Jiang Haichao's pseudonym, she believed that writing novels with his ability must be a great god.

"Haha, I can't say I'm a writer. But girls generally like to watch female videos, and I write about male videos."

Speaking of novels, Jiang Haichao opened the conversation.

"It just so happens that I read both men and women, and recently I was reading a book called "Xian X", and I said the name of Xian Xia Wen, which is a radio drama.

"What a coincidence, the author of the book you read is my good friend. If you have any questions, I can ask him for you."

Jiang Haichao's attitude was very enthusiastic, and Shu Ange smiled and shook his head: "Actually, I don't really like to disturb the author. I subscribe to the other party's book silently, just support it."

Jiang Haichao was very moved by her free and easy: "there are few readers like you, in fact, I think it's good. I'm writing books myself, and I'm chasing books at the same time. Unless two people can really talk to each other. Otherwise, it will not communicate with the author specially.”