Crispy Fried Chicken 3

Requests for a tasting session instantly flooded the chat, completely drowning out the arguments taking place before.

Having worked busily through the middle of the day, Wen Jiu was starting to feel a little hungry herself. She brought a still-steaming piece of fried chicken to her lips and took a gentle bite, the snowy-white meat and the golden-yellow, crispy crust entering her mouth together.

It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The chicken, enveloped in its golden batter, was fried to a delightful tenderness, and the savory aroma of cooking oil diffused all around.

[User "I'm So Hungry" exclaimed: "Help! The kid's own drool is about to drown her!"]

[User "Big Melon Pumpkin" typed: "Wuwuwu, although I can't see Sister Get-Rich's eating expression, just hearing this crunch-crunch sound is making me lose it!"]

[User "Man Like the Wind" posted: "Maybe it just looks delicious. Can you people stop acting like starving ghosts reincarnated just from smelling a scent and seeing a visual presentation?"]

This keyboard warrior was still swimming against the current to push his point of view. If he could manage to wipe the drool currently pooling at the corner of his mouth, he might have seemed a bit more convincing.

[User "Chris Wants Five Bowls" retorted: "Hey, Wind-man from earlier! If you've got the guts, don't go fighting for a tasting slot later! If you do grab one, I curse you to never eat anything good for the rest of your meals! May you survive solely on nutrient fluid for the rest of your life!"]

[User "Man Like the Wind" shot back: "Fine! Whoever snatches a tasting slot is a dog!"]

Unfortunately, their bickering comments completely failed to influence the rest of the viewers who had their minds addled by the aroma of the fried chicken. Everyone was uniformly spamming the chat with requests to start the tasting session immediately.

"Well, I'll open up the tasting slots for everyone as soon as I finish eating," Wen Jiu said, smacking her lips as she picked up another piece of fried chicken to enjoy.

On the other side, Qiao Shishi and Fei Qingyu were also completely intoxicated by the fragrance of the fried chicken. Acting as if they didn't care about the heat, they demolished the fried chicken on their plates at lightning speed.

Unlike the dark, botched versions of fried chicken previously distributed by the school, the fried chicken made by Wen Jiu had a fluffy and crispy crust, with just the right thickness of batter, ensuring it never felt overly heavy to eat.

The chicken inside was tender and fully absorbed the flavors, with spicy and savory notes continuously emanating from the snow-white meat.

"You've eaten six pieces, and I've only had five. The last piece should rightfully be given to me, shouldn't it?" Fei Qingyu and Qiao Shishi had been so absorbed in eating that it wasn't until both of them had finished the chicken pieces in their hands and reached out again that they realized there was only one piece left on the plate.

"No way! The six pieces I ate earlier weren't as big as the five pieces you had, so this one should be for me," Qiao Shishi protested in a firm whisper upon hearing Fei Qingyu's words.

"You're talking nonsense! I clearly saw that the pieces you ate were much bigger!" Fei Qingyu had never imagined he would bicker with someone over a piece of fried chicken for this long. After all, ever since he was a child, whenever he wanted anything, his family would simply have it delivered right to him.

The only exception was the delicious food made by Wen Jiu.

Aside from queuing up to buy it in the cafeteria, his only other option to eat it was by working as a dishwasher.

Thinking of this, Fei Qingyu threw all notions of gentlemanly decorum to the wind. He raised his hand, preparing to snatch the last piece of fried chicken.

To his surprise, Qiao Shishi's reaction was a few seconds faster than his. The exact moment he was about to touch the fried chicken, Qiao Shishi whisked the plate away entirely.

Left with no choice, he could only gnash his teeth in frustration as he watched Qiao Shishi eat the fried chicken.

"This batch of fried chicken turned out exceptionally successful," Wen Jiu finally finished eating and picked up a wipe to clean her hands. By this time, the chat was scrolling at a frenzied pace.

[User "The Host Is Seriously Not Human!" exclaimed.]

Sigh, she hadn't wanted to eat in front of everyone either. It was only because she had been too busy working and making money to find time for a proper meal that she ended up doing this.

"Alright, alright, I'll open the tasting slots right away."

Wen Jiu poured the remaining colorful-feathered chicken pieces into the frying oil in two separate batches. The chicken pieces churned continuously in the golden-yellow oil bubbles, blending the aromas of meat and oil into wafts that drifted outward.

[User "Chris Wants Five Bowls" typed: "I'm going to report Sister Get-Rich! My reason is that I can't eat any aaaaaah!"]

[User "Banana" typed: "I'm a student, and I command Sister Get-Rich to quickly make me a portion of fried chicken, QAQ!"]

[User "Big Brother Monkey" typed: "Does Sister Get-Rich take direct orders? I can pay a high price to buy fried chicken; I don't want to go fight for a tasting slot."]

Message after message flashed past continuously, bringing a smile to Wen Jiu's lips as she tried to hold back her laughter.

After frying for about seven or eight minutes, Wen Jiu used a skimmer to scoop out the fried chicken all at once, shaking it gently. Once the excess oil had finished dripping off, she dumped the fried chicken into a large iron tray.

Immediately afterward, she used small plates to evenly divide the fried chicken into ten portions.

"Get ready everyone, I'm opening the tasting session now."

This was Wen Jiu's very first time hosting a tasting session. Pika Live thoughtfully popped up a beginner's tutorial, and she followed the instructions step by step.

Since she was currently a one-star host, she could only open ten tasting slots. Therefore, the moment Wen Jiu completed the operation, these scarce tasting slots were instantly snatched up amidst a fierce scramble by over a thousand viewers.

[User "Wan Zhou" typed: "I actually managed to grab one..."]

[User "Chris Wants Five Bowls" shouted: "Hey, the guy above! I remember you were always looking down on Sister Get-Rich's cooking earlier. Can you give your slot to me?"]

[User "Wan Zhou" replied: "First of all, Pika Live's regulations state that tasting slots cannot be transferred. Secondly, I'm very curious to taste what food made by Sister Get-Rich actually tastes like. Sorry, better luck next time."]

[User "Smashed Into Glass Shards" cried out: "Ahhhhh I'm going crazy, I just came in! I actually missed Sister Get-Rich's very first tasting session!"]

Seeing that the tasting slots had all been claimed, Wen Jiu continued following the instructional guide. She maximized the light-screen panel and then used a specialized feature of Pika Live to scan the plate of fried chicken placed before her.

Upon the completion of the scan, through some unknown scientific principle, the ten plates of fried chicken instantly vanished from the counter.

At that exact moment, before each of the viewers who had successfully snatched a tasting slot, a plate of fragrant, golden fried chicken miraculously appeared.

Wan Zhou actually hadn't harbored any deep malice toward this host named "Get-Rich-Quick." He was born on an impoverished, low-level planet and had spent his childhood living through days of material scarcity.

He had survived every day relying solely on the cheapest nutrient fluid to fill his stomach, and being able to eat a single hot meal had been a grand, distant wish for him.

Thus, after coming of age, he had clawed his way up through years of hard work, eventually upgrading to become a citizen of a mid-level planet and achieving a life of material abundance.

However, his childhood experiences made him cherish food deeply, which was why he had felt a surge of anger when he accidentally stumbled into Wen Jiu's live broadcast room.

Wen Jiu's cooking methods were completely different from the prevalent, simple methods of boiling and frying.

This made him feel that Wen Jiu's approach was purely for shock value, an attempt to gain clout through gimmicks.

Yet, after watching a few streams, Wan Zhou discovered that although Wen Jiu's culinary techniques were rather flashy, he had to admit that the food she produced was truly alluring.

Therefore, when the window to snatch the tasting slots popped up in the broadcast room just now, he decisively clicked to join the scramble.

At this moment, a plate of fried chicken with a golden, crispy crust sat right on his table, and waves of meaty fragrance constantly assaulted his senses.

Unable to hold back any longer, Wan Zhou picked up a piece and popped it into his mouth.

Salty and savory meat juices flowed across his tongue, accompanied by a hint of spicy kick. The chicken was exceptionally tender and delicious, and the crunchy crust was not greasy at all.

He had eaten fried chicken many times before, but those versions were either half-cooked or fried to a charred black, with meat as dry and fibrous as chewing paper.

Yet the fried chicken made by Wen Jiu possessed incredible depth of flavor, the meat was remarkably tender, and it even held pockets of bursting, fragrant juices.

Having finally tasted it for himself, Wan Zhou completely cast aside his internal prejudices against Wen Jiu. Suppressing his impulse to just keep devouring it, he showered Wen Jiu with a generous wave of virtual gifts before finally turning back to enjoy his meal to the fullest.