A tasting session under the camera abruptly came to a halt.
Tang Yuqiong had, at some point, turned off the live broadcast, leaving only the CCTV food channel's interview camera still working normally.
Outside the bathroom door.
"Knock Knock!"
Pacing back and forth at the door, the uneasy Yuan Yun knocked again, discontentedly calling, "Mom, can't you hurry up?"
Through the door, the faint sound of a flushing toilet could be heard.
After a while, Yuan Lanzi came out properly dressed, and with a raised hand, tapped her daughter on the forehead, "I never asked you to wait. If you're impatient, why don't you just go sit over there?"
Yuan Yun immediately pouted, "I'm afraid to interrupt Chef Xia's interview!"
There was a teasing glint in Yuan Lanzi's eyes, but she didn't pierce through the thin-skinned girl's facade. Clearly, it was her anxiety and shyness that made her want her mother for company.
