MTL - The Favored Little Peasant Has Stolen the Heroine’s Life! - Chapter 355 thought

A famous website had a live farm channel with a very special anchor. In the fish pond where he worked, the smallest fish was at least a meter long. Whenever people got close to them, the fish used their tails to smack them.

Visitors felt that it was impossible for someone to eat one of these fish in their lifetime.

Then one day, Yan Ran arrived at the fish pond. This new boss was not only beautiful and exquisite, but also an excellent chef. After that, the style of the show changed.

“This fish is too fat, it will affect its health. It can be made into sweet and sour fish!

“The weather’s been very cold recently, so the grass carp might struggle to survive. I’ll make them into boiled fish!”

“Urgh, how can catfish whiskers roll like noodles? The ugliness is blinding! Well, lets braise them!”

One day when Yan Ran was about to eat a live fish on his show, a big glowing fish appeared in his tank.

Live visitors: ▼_▼

Koi King( Koi : A fish that represents good luck): ▼_▼

Yan Ran: So big, needs two grills, one for salty and one for spicy! [JPG(Picture): Excited Cat Ears]

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Sure, the world is ruined, but I’ll live my own way. Of course, luxuriously and gorgeously.

Ye Feng transmigrated into a parallel world where there were few games and obtained the game production system.As long as the players gave a “super difficult” rating, he could improve his game production ability,However, seeing the “very easy” comments on the game forum, Ye Feng was shocked, and he descended to the alternate world with the ninth art.“Getting Over It With Bennett Ford”, “Undead Cells”, “Bleedborne”, “Sekiro”...A series of games was born.He would like to see who dared to say that these games were very simple!Admit it, rookies. It's all because you suck！However, players whose confidence was shattered by these games still firmly moved the cursor to that option!“Very easy!”

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