Just smelling the aroma was enough to make people excited. In her original world, Gan Lan used to love nibbling on chicken feet and chicken wing tips while watching TV. Paired with an ice-cold glass of sparkling water, those days felt heavenly. Whenever she had free time again, she planned to make pickled pepper chicken feet, soy sauce chicken feet, and similar treats.
Thinking about all these random things, she opened the lid of the steamed chicken feet. Hot steam rushed straight at her face, carrying a rich, pungent fragrance.
She portioned the black bean sauce chicken feet into several small plates. It looked like a lot, but there were only seven or eight pieces per plate. Finally, she sprinkled diced bird’s eye chilies on top as a garnish.
The plates of chicken feet had a deep reddish-brown color, a rich aroma, and wrinkled skin. Whenever she moved a plate, the meat on top would tremble slightly. It was incredibly tantalizing.
Taking out the cooked plates, she put the uncooked ones in to steam. Right now, what she had made wasn’t even enough for her to eat alone—this was one of her absolute favorites.
Grinning widely, she brought the black bean sauce chicken feet to the dining table and arranged them neatly in front of her. She picked up her chopsticks, grabbed half a piece, and bit it off in one go.
The sauce instantly exploded in her mouth. The meat was red, fragrant, and tenderly crisp, slipping right off the bone with a single suck. The flavor was truly moving!
She even gnawed on the bones over and over, reluctant to spit them out immediately. How could it be this delicious?!
Gulu, who was currently burying his head in his food, saw the exaggerated expression on Gan Lan’s face. He wondered if those claws could possibly be as good as his Money Belly.
"I’ll just try it, just half a piece," he said. Without waiting for Gan Lan’s response, he grabbed a chicken foot with his chopsticks and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth. His eyes widened. With a suck and a spit, the bones came out completely picked clean.
"What kind of immortal claws are these?!" Gulu thought. They were so delicious, easily on par with his Money Belly!
Taking advantage of Gan Lan’s distraction, he grabbed one piece after another, shoveling large spoonfuls of rice into his mouth in between bites. In the end, he even poured the leftover chicken foot sauce over his rice. With this way of eating, he could eat until the end of time!
[Did You Eat Today]: "These chicken feet are way, way, way too delicious! My god, are these really chicken feet? A single suck brings a burst of juice and strips the meat off the bone! I even chewed the bones to pieces because I couldn’t bear to spit them out. It’s truly amazing!"
[I’m Too Hard]: "I would like to formally apologize to the chicken feet here and now. I really shouldn’t have judged a book by its cover. I was way too superficial. Why am I so superficial?! Seriously, how does the streamer make cow stomachs and chicken feet taste so good?! I think I won’t be able to leave this woman for the rest of my life..."
[Immortal Barbecue]: "I was just thinking that these chicken feet looked decent, but I was still a little repulsed deep down. However, watching the junior make an impromptu performance in front of everyone—her gaze, expressions, and movements were so mesmerizing that I found myself drawn in, captivated by the chicken feet in her hand, and then unable to extricate myself. Damn these claws! Damn this deliciousness!"
Gan Lan had eaten her fill and finally had the time to interact with the viewers in her stream. Seeing the comment section filled with people eating their words and falling in love with the food, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
This was exactly the scene she had imagined earlier, perhaps even more exaggerated. No matter how bizarre or strange the ingredients were, once they fell into the hands of the great Huaxia, the Foodie Country, they could bring them back to life. Thinking of this filled her with a sense of pride and smugness.
"Didn’t you all keep saying you absolutely wouldn’t eat them? Why have you all changed your minds now? This is so disappointing, your willpower is lacking!" Gan Lan shook her head and sighed, putting on a disappointed expression.
The livestream viewers were speechless. They were sorry; they wouldn’t dare doubt her ever again. From now on, whenever she brought out weird ingredients, they absolutely wouldn’t utter a single peep! It would save them from getting slapped in the face with reality again. They had already lost count of how many times they had been metaphorically slapped—their faces were red and swollen.
[Fiery Phoenix]: "Are we doing a lucky draw? I need to prove I’m not a fake Phoenix! Ever since this child changed my username, I haven’t won a single prize. Save this child! Even a speed-tapping contest is fine, I’m not picky. Look at me, look at me, Streamer System T^T!"
"Alright, then I’ll draw five portions of each type. I didn’t make much today, so I can only squeeze out fifteen spots," Gan Lan said.
She had actually made quite a lot today, but she had many teachers and friends—it wasn’t nearly enough to go around. She also wanted to save a few portions for herself. After all, she still had to spend two days on a spaceship before reaching the Red Demon Star.
Right after saying that, Gan Lan immediately started the lucky draw. She even skipped the system notification and just had it announce the results directly.
System Notification: [Congratulations to ’Can’t Afford Food,’ ’Craving Good Food,’ ’Flower Pastry Is True Love,’ ’The Moon Is Not Bright Anymore,’ and eleven other lucky viewers for winning a complimentary portion of the streamer’s exquisite food. Please send a private message to the streamer with your address.]
[Flower Pastry Is True Love]: "I just lit incense and was about to pray when the goddess of luck descended upon me?! Hahahaha, I finally won for once! I can’t help but shed tears of emotion. I’m going to cook some white rice right now! Junior, I love you! System, I love you! I love you all!"
[Pig Trotters Are True Love]: "I don’t know why I’m always the one left sour with envy! We’re both ’True Love,’ and we’re both animal limbs, so why wasn’t it me? Ah! Chicken feet, look at me! Don’t you think your claws and my trotters are the perfect match?"
[Braised Chicken Leg Is So Good]: "By your logic, I’m from the exact same body part as the claws! Our bones are connected, our tendons are linked! Shouldn’t it be me? Look at me! My dear claws! Come back to my side! Without you, I’m crippled!!"
[Binbin]: "What are you all howling for? The lucky draw is already over. Do you think howling here will make the claws automatically fly toward you?! What are you dreaming of? You’d be better off taking advantage of the moment to eat more virtual data~ It’s so delicious~ Ah!"
"That’s all for today’s livestream. See you all tomorrow!" Gan Lan said with a bright smile. She waved goodbye to the viewers and ended the broadcast.
Now that she was full, she began to feel sleepy. Besides, she had woken up in the middle of the night today. She needed to catch up on her sleep now so she would be ready to attend the banquet with her teacher tonight. Just thinking about the banquet made her feel a bit mentally exhausted; she truly disliked such occasions.
"Gulu, pack up this food and send it to my teachers and friends. No funny business!" After giving Gulu a stern verbal and visual warning, Gan Lan slowly strolled back to her room.
"Why should I be the one sending it?! I refuse!" Gulu stood up and shouted his rejection at her.
Gan Lan turned around and shouted back, "Fine! If you don’t send it, don’t even think about eating next time! Also, how many plates of Money Belly and chicken feet did you eat today? I didn’t even stop you!"
Gulu pouted and sat back down. Staring at Gan Lan’s departing back, he mumbled softly, "I’ll send it, I’ll send it. No need to yell so loud, hmph!"
Gan Lan felt like she had only slept for a short while before she was awoken by Gulu loudly banging on the door.
"Your Mr. Liang is here to pick you up! It’s dark outside!"
She quickly looked out the window. It really was dark out. It felt like she had only rested her eyes for a brief moment—how had time passed so quickly?
Getting up, she grabbed her Mingzong uniform and put it on. She didn’t own any formal gowns, nor did she want to wear one. Besides, wearing her uniform was better; without her even needing to speak, people would be able to recognize at a glance that she was from Mingzong.