Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 87

He is a newcomer with no recommendations, no fans, and refuses to show up. The only gimmick he has is probably his twelve-year-old age on his personal page.

The website received a lot of visitors. After a while, several people passed by the live broadcast room, and three people stayed.

【Huh? Making handmade food for such a young child? Is it reliable? 】

[It must be a gimmick, made by the parents, with the child molded into a mold or something like that. I am most familiar with this routine. Today's parents are willing to sacrifice themselves for attention. By the way, can I sue him for child abuse and business fraud? 】

[Although you can't see the face, you can tell by looking at these hands that he is a beautiful child~ Even if you just pour yogurt on the fruit platter, Auntie will support you~]

Qingchuan didn't care about these teasing words.

He peeled the yam in his hand and said:

"Food is truly the greatest comfort in the world. It is as reliable as family, as considerate as friends, and as full of surprises as lovers."

"Only in the world of food can we express generous love, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, inside and outside, center, south, north, and west. Only in the world of food can we be sincere. If you like it, you like it, and if you don't like it, you don't like it. You can't deceive others, let alone yourself."

"Food is like beauty. It must be nutritious and meet our physical needs. It must also be delicious and satisfy our spiritual needs. Today you can be more demanding, not just nutrition, not just deliciousness, but also exquisite appearance. Fragrant aroma."

The ingredients needed today are laid out in a row, and the hands covering them are like carved white jade, with a delicate sheen.

"The sweetness of red dates, the moistness of yam, the fragrance of osmanthus honey, an encounter under the peach blossom rain in March. Red date and yam cake, I hope you like it."

Small canteen.

A straightforward and simple name suddenly appeared in the food bar. Although it only lasted for a second, it attracted many people to come in and watch.

It was meal time in many places. They searched aimlessly in the food bar and accidentally noticed this name that was a bit special but not cool at all.

Visitors expected to see a gentle and simple old woman, the wrinkles on her face carrying the tenderness of the years. Or a middle-aged man with two fleshy dimples on his face. What he picks up with his chubby hands is not a pot, but the magic of food.

But I don't want to be slapped all over my face by a kid who can inadvertently make my heart tremble.

The various jokes that seemed to come from random were randomly kneaded into sweet words one after another. The slightly hoarse voice of the boy who was in the voice-changing stage was unhurried, neither light nor heavy, and hit the eardrums one by one.

If it weren't for the drake voice in the voice-changing stage that steals the spotlight, maybe they would be so sweet that their hearts tremble.

"...Across the virtual network, you and I are walking intertwinedly on the spider thread of time, occasionally intersecting, just like our short-term fate now, and then we are separated again, walking on our own paths in life. This chance encounter and intersection The fate is dispersed in time without any trace."

"How can you believe that there are meaningless encounters in this world? In thousands of years, no matter how early or late, I just happen to see you."