The chat was already filled with people saying that a child shouldn't eat spicy food and that she needed to drink more soup!!!
But now they were at the table, and Wang Henli, just like Jiang Qiuqiu, seemed completely engrossed in tasting his own creation, utterly oblivious to the messages.
In that moment, his mind was filled with spectacular fantasies—
'He tasted his own dish; his performance today was even better than usual.'
'Fifteen minutes later, both sides' tasting channels would close, and then the voting would begin—'
'The chat in his stream would be flying by, with every single comment praising how delicious it was. Everyone would be singing his praises, and he'd definitely get more winning votes than the stream next door.'
'Maybe that Jiang Qiuqiu wasn't as amazing as he'd imagined. Maybe she was just exceptionally good at one particular dish. Or maybe she had a higher-level recipe than he did?'
