To accompany my daughter, I worked as a chef in the kindergarten

"Wow, this color looks delicious!"

"Here I go, I envy this stupid foreigner like John, who can eat delicious food every day!"

"This looks good, no need to ask, it must be delicious!"

"Do you need to talk about Boss Ye's craftsmanship? The candy figures are so good, let alone a small bowl of mung bean soup!"

"Upstairs, don't underestimate this bowl of mung bean soup. My grandma makes it very difficult to drink. She still forces me to drink it. It's like going to jail every time!"

In the live broadcast room, there was a lot of discussion.

Ever since they saw the dragon painted by Ye Chen, they all fell in love with the stall owner.

Every time he started broadcasting, I kept urging him to come back and watch.

There are also a lot of people who send private messages.

As a result, John had to come to Marven's food stall again.

According to the rules, he would not visit the store twice.

Ye Chen is the exception.

John put the phone up and adjusted it at an angle to ensure that everyone could see clearly.

Of course, the focus is not on him, but on this bowl of crystal green mung bean soup.

As a food anchor, the focus is of course on food.

If you put it on people, it would be putting the cart before the horse.

If the anchor's looks were better, that would be okay.

Just take a picture, at least it can be eye-catching, just look at handsome guys and beauties.

But some anchors are so apologetic and don't focus on the food, which is very uncomfortable.

"Can everyone see, I'm drinking mung bean soup right now!"

John held up the bowl of mung bean soup, which glowed slightly under the sunlight.

A faint bean aroma hits my nose.

This is not made with essence or anything, but a purely natural bean flavor. Not that strong, but extremely refreshing.

He picked it up and took a sip. The cool mung bean soup entered his mouth, making him feel particularly comfortable.

John nodded with satisfaction and took another big gulp before he could explain.

There was a long queue in the summer, and he was already sweating profusely.

At this time, a bowl of ice-cold mung bean soup would be so refreshing!

In the past, John would drink iced Coke to relieve the heat in the summer.

But this bowl of mung bean soup tastes better than ice cola!

This was something he had never imagined.

Now he only wants to use: Chinese delicacies, cowhide! Boss Ye, cowhide!
He drank several more sips, feeling that the heat had not taken away from him, and his whole mouth was filled with the fragrance of mung beans.

John had a great time drinking, and the audience in the live broadcast room had some opinions.

"No, don't just drink, you should talk!"

"John was so confused by the mung bean soup that he couldn't even speak!"

"I really want to punch this stupid foreigner through the screen!"

"Everyone, do you have the address? I want to rush there now!"

With a gulp gulp, he downed a whole bowl of mung bean soup, and then John looked at the screen.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, the mung bean soup is so delicious!"

He smacked his mouth, savored the taste of mung bean soup, and then said: "How can I describe it to you? After drinking this bowl of mung bean soup, I feel like I am riding a horse on the prairie!
The surrounding scenery recedes rapidly, and the breeze blows on my face. It feels so good! "

As a foreigner, it is really difficult for him to describe it to this extent.

"I'll go and ask you to tell me about the taste. What did you talk about?"

"I think what John said is very good, very picturesque!" (End of Chapter)