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Hua Xiaoling and Ye Ting sat in the cafeteria to rest for a while, then struggled to get up. They were still broadcasting live, and they couldn't let fans watch them sitting and chatting all the time. They had to find something new for fans.

Let’s take a look.

As for Hu Zhiqiu and Zhong Bowen, they had just finished eating and did not need to live broadcast, so naturally they were unwilling to move much.

Hua Xiaoling and Ye Ting had a tacit understanding. They left their seats and walked away to find what they were interested in.

Holding up her mobile phone and taking pictures of the packed dining area, Hua Xiaoling sighed and said to her fans:

"Family, my little flower really didn't lie to you, did I? The food in this cafeteria is really delicious. You also saw the three fans before. I didn't even see the way they were eating. It was so cruel.

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Look at the cafeteria hall, there are so many people! If the food is really not delicious, how could there be so many people queuing up every day?"

In the mobile phone barrage, fans laughed at each other in the same style as before:

"Ah, yes, yes! Those three people really ate very ferociously, just like the little nymphomaniacs!"

"Hahaha! I'm really impressed by you, little nymphomaniac. Don't you know what you're doing? How do you have the nerve to say you don't look at others?"

"Pfft! This is the little nympho we like! I really love this shameless look!"

"I have a story, the food in this cafeteria might be really delicious, please send me the address, little nymphomaniac!"

"..."

"Are you all fake fans? Didn't I tell you your address a long time ago?"

Hua Xiaoling frowned slightly, hummed softly, and said with a proud look on her face,

"Then let me say it again, Jiangzhou University, No. 7 Canteen! If you want to come and eat, act quickly. When this canteen becomes popular in the future, countless people will come to check in every day. You may not be able to eat if you want to.

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Hey, there seems to be no one at the cooking window in front. The lady serving food is there, let’s seize the time and go over for an interview!”

With that said, she didn't care what was said in the barrage and rushed towards the window.

"This young lady, are you also a student of the school?"

After arriving at the window, Hua Xiaoling first pointed her phone at Yan Tongtong and took a picture, then asked with a smile,

"Did you also work part-time because you like the food here?"

Yan Tongtong had just rested when she suddenly saw a stranger coming up to talk to her. She suddenly seemed a little unnatural and stammered:

"Ah? Yes, that's right."

"Why is the food in this cafeteria so delicious?"

"Because, because it was Senior Brother Jiang who did it!"

"Is Senior Brother Jiang the owner of the canteen? His food must be delicious?"

"Of course, my roommate lost her appetite some time ago and couldn't eat anything, but she can still eat the soup dumplings made by Senior Brother Xia Jiang, and she can eat a whole basket at a time!"

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true. The boss even came from out of town to eat in our canteen!"

"..."

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Hua Xiaoling was doing a live broadcast in Qi Canteen, while in the old town of Qiantang City, more than 500 kilometers away from Jiangzhou, in a villa with exquisite and elegant decoration, a mother was suffering from heartache.

"Son, come here, this is a dish made by Chef Zhao from Jiuxi Private Restaurant. It includes West Lake Vinegar Fish, Longjing Shrimp, and Beggar's Chicken. They are all freshly made and they are still hot. Come and have a taste!"

A middle-aged woman brought several dishes to a room on the second floor of the villa, and said softly to the young man who was lying on the bed whether he was asleep or pretending not to sleep,

"Get up and have a taste. It's not easy to invite Chef Zhao. Your dad spent a lot of time to get him to come and cook these dishes for you."

"Mom, don't bother, I really have no appetite."

The young man turned over on the bed, wrapped his head in a blanket, and said in a muffled voice,

"Let's take all the dishes away. You and Dad can eat them together. The smell makes me sick."

Although the young man did not stand up, it could be seen from his exposed skinny arms and slender calves that he was almost skin and bones.

The middle-aged woman sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out and touched her son's skinny arm. Her nose felt sore and tears fell down her eyes. She said with red eyes and choked with sobs:

"Son, you are the lifeblood of me and your dad. You can't eat every day. If something happens to you, how will your dad and I survive?"

The middle-aged woman's surname is Liu Shurong, and the young man lying on the bed is Wu Wenle, her and her husband's only son.

Wu Wenle is only 16 years old and is in his second year of high school.

I don’t know what happened, but half a year ago, Wu Wenle suddenly suffered from anorexia. No matter how delicious the food was, he could only eat one or two bites, and no matter how much, he couldn’t swallow it.

The son was the couple's cherished child. Liu Shurong was anxious at that time and took him to see a doctor immediately.

But there is nothing the doctor can do. Anorexia is a symptom, not an independent disease.

Most anorexia is caused by psychological factors or neuropathic eating disorders. General drugs cannot cure it at all, and can only rely on psychological counseling, but this also depends on luck and may not be effective.

Of course, Liu Shurong was not willing to give up just like that. She took Wu Wenle around and looked for famous doctors. However, she saw a lot of doctors and took some medicine, but there was no big effect. Sometimes it was good for a while, but after a while she took it again

There's nothing left to put down.

After so many struggles, Wu Wenle's condition became worse and worse. Within a few months, he was as thin as a stick.

"Mom, please stop crying. I'm very sleepy now. Just let me take a nap."

Wu Wenle covered his head with a blanket and said a little irritably,

"How about you put the Longjing shrimps in the refrigerator first, and I'll take a few bites when I wake up later."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Okay, okay! Then you can sleep well and mom won't disturb you."

When Liu Shurong heard that her son said he would eat later, she immediately felt a little happier. She quickly wiped her tears, stood up from the bed, and went out with a few more dishes.

After arriving downstairs, she had just put a few vegetables in crisper boxes and put them in the refrigerator when she heard a burst of laughter from the living room, and then someone spoke:

"This anchor is really exaggerated. It's just food from a cafeteria, how delicious can it be? She actually doesn't even miss the vegetable soup on the plate!"

"It's possible that a live broadcast is fake, but there are so many people in the cafeteria, and everyone eats so hard, it can't be all fake, right? I think the food in this cafeteria might be really delicious!"

"Impossible! No matter how delicious it is, it can't compare to the dishes made by Chef Zhao of Jiuxi Private Restaurant, right? Chef Zhao has done state banquets!"

"I can't say for sure. It's not like I've never eaten Chef Zhao's food, but I'm not so greedy that I want to lick the plate clean..."

"..."

"Speak lower, your brother Wenle is sleeping upstairs!"

Liu Shurong walked out of the kitchen and saw her two nephews sitting on the sofa in the living room, bickering constantly while looking at their mobile phones. She couldn't help but asked curiously,

"By the way, Wen Liang, what were you talking about just now? What's not as good as Chef Zhao's cooking?"

These two children are the sons of her husband's brother. The elder brother is called Wu Wenhong and the younger brother is called Wu Wenliang. They are only one or two years younger than Wu Wenle. Their parents are very busy at work, so they will go to their uncle whenever they have time.

Come and play at home.

"Auntie, we were just watching the live broadcast on our mobile phones!"

When Wu Wenliang saw Liu Shurong coming out, he quickly greeted him with his mobile phone and said excitedly,

"There is a live broadcast celebrity who is looking for delicious food everywhere. This time they went to a university cafeteria to eat. As a result, they started eating as soon as they sat down and finished a large plate of food in a short time!

To be honest, I have been reading books recently to catch up on updates, switch sources, read aloud with many sounds, and it can be used on both Android and Apple.]

My brother said that the food in the cafeteria must be very delicious, but I definitely don’t believe it. These Internet celebrities must be acting for the sake of traffic.

Even if it’s delicious, it can’t be as delicious as Chef Zhao’s, don’t you think so, Auntie?”

"What a mess. Without investigation, you have no right to speak! You haven't eaten there, how do you know that their cooking is not as good as Chef Zhao?"

Before Liu Shurong could think of how to reply to him, Wu Wenhong also ran over. He first scolded his brother, then turned around and asked with concern,

"Auntie, how is Brother Wenle? Has he still not eaten today?"

"No, I specially invited Chef Zhao to come over and make his favorite Longjing shrimps and West Lake vinegar fish, but he still refused to eat a bite."

When Liu Shurong was asked this question by her nephew, her originally better mood instantly dropped. She shook her head and said,

"Oh, I don't know how his situation can be improved?"

After she finished speaking, she realized that although the two nephews standing in front of her looked quite tall, in the end they were just fourteen or fifteen-year-old children. What was the use of complaining to them?

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Shaking her head, she was about to let the two of them play by themselves, but unexpectedly Wu Wenhong said again:

"Auntie, when I was watching the live broadcast, I heard people say that the food in this cafeteria is extremely delicious. There is a student who has no appetite and can't eat anything, but he can still eat the soup made by the cafeteria owner.

It’s a bag, and it’s a whole basket in one bite!

Brother Wenle can't eat anything either, so tell me, will he be able to eat the food cooked by the canteen owner?"

"Really? Wenhong, are you telling the truth?"

Liu Shurong was almost going crazy because of her son's anorexia. When she heard that there was a possibility of solving the problem, even if there was only a glimmer of hope, she would not give up. She grabbed Wu Wenhong's arms and asked anxiously,

"What you said about the student's lack of appetite, are you sure it's true? Where is that cafeteria, and which university does it belong to?"

"It's true. It was said by a young lady in the cafeteria during the interview with the live broadcast influencer."

Wu Wenhong nodded and said seriously, "Wen Liang also heard about this!"

As soon as Liu Shurong turned around and looked over, Wu Wenliang nodded hurriedly and said:

"It's true. I heard it too, but I don't believe it. What the people in the cafeteria said may be just bragging."

Liu Shurong didn't care whether he believed it or not. As long as there was a slight possibility that it was true, she couldn't let it go:

"Wenhong, do you know which canteen is where?"

Wu Wenhong thought for a while and said, "You know, it's the cafeteria of Jiangzhou University, um, the seventh cafeteria."
Chapter completed!