Hearing Wu Lan's words, Qiaoqiao was really mad, "Mom, I wasn't slacking off! It was only because Brother was playing with the grasshoppers that I called him out!"
She huffed angrily, glanced at the grasshopper leg in Zhang Yanping's hand and turned to cut Ai Cao in another spot.
At this moment, far away in the mobile live stream, the viewers numbly watched as the host's figure got further and further away, only able to listen to the voice coming through the microphone, prompting them to tearfully comment—
"I'm really crying, when will the host ever care about me?"
"The guy ahead is hoping for a miracle, in case the Ai Cao goes on sale later."
"Stop dreaming, with a few of them cutting, it would be weird if it went on sale."
"Why so negative, people should always have dreams."
"There's a difference between dreams and delusions…"
"Shut up, I just have one question: even if it goes on sale, can you guys actually grab any?"
With that said, the barrage of comments froze.