All Stars Are My Food Fans

This is indeed the good news in the near future.

After wiping off the sweat from his body and taking a shower, it was almost 12:30 when he left the lounge. After having lunch with Mrs. Ayer, Jiang Qiuqiu went home.

Get some sleep, then take apart the ingredients. Today's live broadcast is about to start.

Maybe you should chat with the red panda before going to bed.

I don't know if he is in a meeting or not, Jiang Qiuqiu thought about it, and sent a message: Eating alone is so boring.

did not return.

Find a busy boyfriend, that's the point.

Sighing softly, what did she think of, she went to StarNet to search for the word "Blade of Empire", and all at once, many interview videos and photos appeared.

There are marching photos taken by Mosi in his youthful years.

There is a New Year video to congratulate him on his birthday every year.

There are battle videos.

There are also interviews, which are quite interesting!

One year, a young reporter from the official media actually asked a major general if he had thought about what his future wife would look like.

At that time, he should only be twenty-eight, and he was more sharp-edged than the calm he is now.

"have not thought."

"I never thought there would be a lady."

"Then what will the major general think during the truce?"

The man looked serious, "I'm thinking about how to make the army stronger."

Should have forwarded these videos to him.

After a while, he started to feel sleepy. Jiang Qiuqiu was about to rest for a while when suddenly, the terminal rang again.

Not paying special attention, Jiang Qiuqiu frowned, who else would send a message at this point.

At first glance... it's actually a friend request?

Notes: Federal Live Executive.

"..."

Executive?

She passed the friend request, and soon, a message came from there.

Qian Song: Is that Jiang Qiuqiu? I'm your new boss. Let me introduce myself. My name is Qian Song, and I'm the manager in charge of the food area.

There are a bunch of very big names thrown out there.

Jiang Qiuqiu gave a question mark.

Qian Song: I am very dissatisfied with the plan your previous boss made for you. Now I want to make a new plan for you. Do you have time? I'll send you a newsletter.

Thinking that the opposite is a pillar, a cash cow, and a perfect commodity, Qian Song spoke with restraint.

But his politeness was obviously not appreciated by the other side.

Jiang Qiuqiu: No time.

Qian Song: ...

Qian Song: You need to be clear about your own identity, you are just an anchor? The platform supports you, you are the first, the platform does not support you, do you know where you are?

Qian Song: Don't make a toast, don't eat and punish you, I want to talk to you, it's to give you face, to give you the first place, you have to be so unruly...

He left six points for imagination.

But Jiang Qiuqiu obviously doesn't like to imagine: what about you?

Qian Song: Then the food area will no longer have your place.

He took screenshots of several recently supported beautiful food anchors and chef god anchors and sent them to Jiang Qiuqiu.

Qian Song: You are not the only one.

Looking at the information, this is a little girl in her twenties, which must be frightened.

Full of middle school atmosphere, do you really think that you are a domineering president?

Too stupid, if this is the successor of APP in the future, then this APP is not far from Liang.

Chatting with such a person is exhausting. After Jiang Qiuqiu yawned, he deleted it and blocked him. This afternoon may be the last time she will live broadcast as the number one anchor.

The next live broadcast will be a week away. At that time, the termination lawsuit is estimated to be over.

Half-dreaming and half-awake, Jiang Qiuqiu went to measure the IQ of the heir, thinking in his mind—

Should he not advocate directly banning her account after the termination of the contract?

If it does, it might be interesting.

Is there anything more curious about the whereabouts of the anchor than the official closing of the anchor's account?

No.

Good night, Tweet!