Deep-fried Meatballs 3

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Wen Jiu smiled slightly as she watched the bullet comments rapidly streaming past. "I wouldn't call myself an expert; I'm just an ordinary working stiff."

Immediately after, she heated the wok and added oil, continuing her explanation at the same time.

"Everyone must pay close attention to the oil temperature when making deep-fried meatballs," Wen Jiu said, watching small bubbles begin to rise in the hot oil. "It's about ready to drop the meatballs in when it reaches this stage."

Accompanied by a faint plop, Wen Jiu used chopsticks to lower the meatballs from the plate one by one into the boiling hot oil to fry.

Before long, oil splattered as the golden-brown meatballs gradually rose from the bottom of the wok, floating on the surface and releasing wave after wave of rich fragrance.

Wen Jiu picked up a skimmer, scooped up the fried meatballs in one go, and set them aside to drain the excess oil.

However, this savory aroma caused everyone watching the livestream to salivate profusely.

["Chris Wants to Eat Five Bowls": This is the worst craving attack I've ever had. I was lying in bed trying desperately to calm myself down, tossing and turning in pure agony. I thought watching a livestream would make it better, but seeing Sister Fortune-Maker making delicious food that I can't eat just made my mouth water more and more until my pillow was practically soaked through.]

["I Am So Hungry": Meatballs, meatballs, meatballs, my meatballs! Sister Fortune-Maker has made so much delicious food, and fried so many meatballs! Why don't I deserve to eat even one?! I'm going crazy!]

By now, many people in the livestream room had come because of Chris's post. Originally, they had all just adopted a wait-and-see attitude to watch the spectacle, but now they were being driven mad by the craving.

["Lemon Drinking Tea": Is it true that this streamer doesn't open the tasting feature? Why, why won't you open the tasting feature?! My tears are burning, my mouth is watering, and I need to fiercely eat Sister Fortune-Maker's fried meatballs to find some relief!]

Even the person who loved to argue and pick faults the most stopped posting malicious bullet comments and instead posted one.

["Ten Thousand Boats": This aroma... I've fallen for it. How on earth did she manage to make this???]

As for Big Brother Monkey, he had frozen the moment he smelled that meaty aroma. If his previous reason for watching "Congratulations on Wealth" was to see her make food that looked, smelled, and tasted good enough to satisfy his picky standards, then ever since he caught this irresistible scent, his gaze flickered as he muttered softly to himself, swearing that he must get to eat Sister Fortune-Maker's small fried meatballs.

Thus, Wen Jiu only saw tip notifications continuously ringing out.

[User "Big Brother Monkey" sent the streamer Congratulations on Wealth ten bouquets of flowers~]

[User "Big Brother Monkey" sent the streamer Congratulations on Wealth a little car~]

[User "Big Brother Monkey" sent the streamer Congratulations on Wealth a boat of friendship~ Congratulations on becoming the streamer's very first boat friend!]

At the same time, many people who wanted Wen Jiu to hurry up and open the tasting feature were frantically sending her tips, leaving Wen Jiu somewhat dumbfounded.

Under this bombardment of gifts, she successfully soared to tenth place in the popularity rankings for new streamers in the food category.

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This resulted in an endless stream of new viewers pouring in.

Looking at the frantically refreshing tip notifications, Wen Jiu felt that when the time came in a few days to withdraw her tipped star coins, she would most likely be able to open the tasting feature.

With a beaming smile, she took a basin of peeled potatoes from Qiao Shishi and began to demonstrate her superb knife skills to the camera.

The kitchen knife rose and fell continuously, and the potato shreds, cut to just the right thickness, lay neatly separated on the chopping board.

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"Are you sure Wen Jiu is still working in the cafeteria?"

Shi Gang stood under the banyan tree with a gloomy expression, watching the timid Li Shanyan report information regarding Wen Jiu to him.

Ever since he was brutally beaten by Wen Jiu a few days ago, his entire body had been aching terribly.

Yet no matter what kind of examinations he underwent, they showed no physical injuries on his body, scaring him so much for his life that he had checked into a medical pod several times.

You must know that a single stay in a medical pod cost thousands of star coins. After lying in the medical pod these past few times, Shi Gang's injuries weren't healed, but he had lost a substantial amount of money.

He had always been someone who held grudges and sought revenge for every grievance. Last night, that excruciating, bone-deep pain he had been feeling finally disappeared.

He had originally assumed that Wen Jiu must have been driven out of the cafeteria by his uncle, and that such a poor wretch with nowhere to work would end up owing tuition fees and ultimately get expelled from the school.

As a result, he now learned from Li Shanyan that not only had Wen Jiu not been driven out of the cafeteria, but she even remained there to operate a separate window for business.

"Y... Yes." Li Shanyan lowered his head, terrified that Shi Gang would get displeased and kick him out of the ranks of part-time workers. He still owed the school tuition, and if he were driven away now, he would have nowhere left to work.

Hearing this, Shi Gang stroked his chin, then let out a cold snort and beckoned the two lackeys standing behind him to step closer.

"Let's go then, let's see what kind of waves she can possibly stir up." Although Shi Gang admitted that Wen Jiu was formidable when it came to beating people up, running a window business was no easy task, so a look of mockery filled his eyes. "If she ruins the business, she'll have to leave the cafeteria anyway."

With that, he shoved both hands into his trouser pockets, held his head high, and led Li Shanyan and the others toward the cafeteria.

Right at that moment, it was the cafeteria's evening mealtime, and students coming to eat were bustling about, pushing and shoving.

Shi Gang strode into the cafeteria and looked at Li Shanyan beside him.

"Gang哥, Window Eighteen."

Having obtained the intelligence, Shi Gang began searching the cafeteria for the location of Window Eighteen.

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Unlike Window Number Three which he managed, Window Eighteen was completely inconspicuous, tucked away at the very end of a row of windows.

Seeing this sight, Shi Gang couldn't help but wear a mocking smile.

You must be aware that his Window Number Three was the prime spot in the entire cafeteria, easily found right as you walked through the doors. Unlike Window Eighteen, which required you to search around carefully just to spot it.

However, what Shi Gang failed to understand was why there was a long queue lined up in front of Window Eighteen.

This queue was so long it stretched all the way to the cafeteria entrance, and a steady stream of students was still running over to join the line.

He strode to the very front of Window Eighteen and knocked on the glass pane.

A sweet-looking little girl raised her head and smiled brightly at him.

"Hello, fellow student. Today's dishes are spicy and sour shredded potatoes and deep-fried meatballs."

Shi Gang looked closely and realized that the little girl receiving customers was not Wen Jiu. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard that familiar, crisp voice.

"Shishi, three portions of deep-fried meatballs."

He pressed close to the window to peer inside and instantly locked eyes with Wen Jiu, who was handing over a plate.

Those gray-blue eyes of Wen Jiu were etched into his memory for a lifetime. It was this seemingly gentle and obedient person who had pinned him down in an office and beaten him mercilessly.

Yet the moment he saw Wen Jiu, Wen Jiu recognized him as well.

The lips hidden behind Wen Jiu's mask curved gently. She narrowed her eyes slightly, raised a small hand, and made a throat-slitting gesture at Shi Gang.

This instantly caused Shi Gang to feel once again that overwhelming sense of impending danger, but he was well aware of the regulations of Academy 3047 and bet that Wen Jiu wouldn't dare take direct action in a public place.

Unless she wanted to be expelled by the academy.

Therefore, he immediately regained his composure, lifted his left arm, and leaned against the railing in front of the window.

"Give me four portions of those deep-fried meatball things, pal!"