Everyone In The Universe Is My Food Fan

Driven by electricity, the blades of the machine spun rapidly, transforming the pink fish meat into minced white meat almost instantly.
Jiang Qiuqiu immediately pressed pause.
“Don’t grind the meat too finely, it’s almost ready.”

“After grinding, we’ll pour the minced meat back into the bowl to proceed with the next step.”
Although Qiuqiu’s cooking was delicious, the appearance of this minced meat pouring down was indeed not very attractive—sticky and gooey.
This sticky stuff was what Chang Bei disliked the most.

He grumbled, “Fine if you like eating sour and spicy fish, but I don’t get why you like eating this kind of fish mush.”
“Because fish mush is still fish.”
“You love eating fish that much! Were you a fish spirit in your past life?”

“Not really,” Qiu Dao stared at the screen, his mouth moving slightly. “In my past life, I should have been the same as this life, a cat spirit. That’s why I love eating fish so much.”
Qiu Dao’s tone was so serious, Chang Bei felt he was genuinely captivated by food.
You know…

Normally, he never joked like this with him.
So he leaned over to Qiu Dao, “Well, if we’re talking like that, I must have been a kind of feline species too. So why don’t I like fish?”
“Maybe you were a fish spirit in your past life, so you hate it.”

“…Impossible! How could I be a fish? I’ve always been a mighty gentleman! Your idea is wrong!”
“Alright! Enough arguing, let’s be mature. I want to watch the live stream!”
Seeing how engrossed he was, Chang Bei sighed, “We really shouldn’t let Jiang Jiujiu cook fish anymore.”

“Stop arguing and come watch the live stream!”
Reluctantly, he lay down at the edge of the bed.
The snow-white fish paste in the large bowl, Jiang Jiujiu took out her “special” mixing rod, vigorously stirring the fish meat in one direction. When the resistance increased, she set down the iron rod and put on disposable gloves.
The pounding of the fish paste is the crucial step in making fish balls. Whether the balls turn out bouncy, soft, and chewy depends entirely on this step being done right.

The slightly sticky fish meat was lifted high and then slammed down heavily. The collision of meat against meat made a splashing sound, and white juice splattered around—
This step looked therapeutic, but everyone watching Jiang Qiuqiu’s slender arms and legs couldn’t help but worry a bit.
[It feels like the meat is going to take Jiujiu away.]

[Is our Jiujiu’s reputation not enough? Why hasn’t she hired an assistant to slam the meatballs? I’m starting to feel sorry; when I eat the fish balls later, I won’t be able to bear eating two in one go! This is too wasteful of Jiujiu’s hard work—]
[Wait, did you say slamming meatballs??? @Zhou Zheng, they say you’re extremely good at rolling meatballs.]
People who have been in the circle understand the reference to Zhou Zheng very well, so everyone started mentioning @Zhou Zheng in the barrage.

In no time, his name covered the entire screen.
Jiang Qiuqiu breathed a sigh of relief and asked, “Who is Zhou Zheng?”
“Why is everyone mentioning him?”

Someone kindly explained the situation and, using VIP privileges, posted pictures of Zhou Zheng from the circle in the comment section.
The sunny boy sat on the shoulder of a mecha, tall and muscular with well-defined chest, abs, and biceps, clearly a good candidate for smashing meatballs.
[How about it! Should we hire him!]

“…”
“Although the young man is very handsome, I can handle smashing meatballs myself! It’ll be done quickly!”
“No need to use him~”

As soon as she finished speaking, her terminal beeped. She tapped it and saw a blinking avatar of Black Hole.
He sent a message over, but Jiang Qiuqiu didn’t open it. She only saw what was previewed:
[Tired of smashing meatballs? Otherwise, I…]

Is he watching the live stream?
Does he want to come help?