Great Medical System in a Veterinarian-Chapter 452 - 204: Red Label, Over Two Million Views, Total Domination!!

Chapter 452: Chapter 204: Red Label, Over Two Million Views, Total Domination!!

Because on Uncle Niu’s wife, this Auntie’s head, there’s a damn red label.

Isn’t it just like pushing yourself into a pit of fire? Of all the people on the street, you rarely see any with red labels. You come for a good lunch at Uncle Niu’s house, look up, and his wife has a red label.

It’s truly mind-boggling.

He’s now considering how he should speak.

Not saying anything is obviously not possible, since you’re already here having a meal and you’re not strangers.

If they were strangers, then whether to say or not would depend on the situation.

But under the same roof, with a yellow label you can choose to speak or not, but with a red label, even if the other person doesn’t ask, it makes sense to proactively say something.

As for whether they believe it, that’s another matter.

"Secretary Mi, you all are here, huh? This must be Dr. Zhang, right? Just as impressive as you looked in the phone, I’ve already made some dishes, please sit down."

Zhang Lingchuan was in a daze when this enthusiastic Auntie started welcoming them warmly.

"Yes, Auntie Pang, this is Dr. Zhang, and this is the cameraman Xiaosong."

Secretary Mi made the introductions.

Meanwhile, leading them both to their dining area.

It was a large round table.

In the center of the table was a stove similar to a hot pot, surrounded by plates of chicken, fish, and the like.

The variety of dishes, though not as abundant as in the South, each portion was substantial.

"So the cameraman’s name is Xiaosong, huh."

"Sounds like a girl. By the way, this mysterious cameraman has never shown their face."

"Face revealed, brothers. Seems like you all didn’t know. I suggest searching ’Comrade Xiao Song’ to check it out. Don’t come blaming me if you get a shock."

"Sigh... Bro, I’ve been heartbroken for half a month. My Xiaosong was snatched away by someone named Zhang!!"

...

After Secretary Mi’s introduction.

Numerous live stream viewers became curious about Xiaosong’s identity.

Asking if the person is a girl, how they look, and such.

Then a warm-hearted viewer quickly threw out a keyword.

Of course, some didn’t focus on these matters.

But were more focused on the table full of food.

"As a Southerner, it’s my first time seeing Northern dishes."

"Yes, as the legends say, the portions are really big."

"Uh... seeing those vermicelli noodles strangely reminded me of cow mucus. /facepalm."

"After pausing for more than half a month, I once again saw the scene of eating at a farmhouse. The only difference is this time the dining location shifted from South to North. Dr. Zhang, why don’t you just become a food broadcaster?"

Many commenters were Southerners.

"Dr. Zhang, my wife is just a rural woman who can’t really cook, so she just made a little something randomly. You guys feel free to eat and give any suggestions."

Old Secretary Uncle Niu spoke to Zhang Lingchuan and Song Wanqing.

And stated that he wasn’t against receiving feedback.

Feel free to speak, not a problem at all.

"Uncle Niu, stop joking with us. One of us has been in Laichun City for seven or eight years, and one has been here since childhood. This meal of braised chicken, white fish, blood sausage, sweet and sour pork, and big bone stew with a hot pot in the middle is almost like a New Year’s feast. And you say you can’t cook and there’s not much food."

Zhang Lingchuan immediately commented.

Even though he’s a Southerner, with five years of undergraduate study and three years into his master’s degree, he’s been here for eight years.

He’s also quite familiar with the local cuisine.

A meal like this is pretty much the New Year’s standard.

Song Wanqing slightly nodded; someone who truly can’t cook would set up a stove and just put raw ingredients in, eating whatever they fancied.

Prepare your own dip.

This Auntie even made so many dishes, how can she not be someone who knows how to cook? Clearly skilled, especially the white fish was so well done that it looks appetizing at first glance.

At the same time, Song Wanqing glanced at the live stream and noticed that Teacher Zhang’s comment was acknowledged by many viewers from the Northeast.

Some even sorrowfully stated that since no one in their own home could cook, their New Year’s meal was never this elaborate.

"Ha ha ha, Dr. Zhang has been here long enough to be half an expert in local cuisine, you old guy can’t joke around with him anymore."

Auntie Pang laughed heartily.

"Secretary Mi, Dr. Zhang, Xiaosong, please have a seat, make yourselves at home."

And then invited them to sit down.

"Auntie Pang, I’ve been here so many times, you don’t need to entertain me, focus on Dr. Zhang and them. I’m already well-versed here."

Mi Tao took out some disposable chopsticks while speaking.

"Auntie Pang’s cooking is great, viewers in the live stream, dig in first."

Zhang Lingchuan made a gesture welcoming the viewers to indulge first.

"Dr. Zhang sure spoils the viewers. By the way, I still don’t know how many people are watching this live stream."

Mi Tao took out her phone.

"Nearly two million."

"Dr. Zhang made live streaming history with the best performance."

"Very skillful and considerately using serving chopsticks."

"To be honest, for the older generation, even in rural areas, or even some county towns or cities, using serving chopsticks feels like a death sentence — it’s really hard to popularize."

"I remember asking my family to use serving chopsticks before, and got scolded, saying I didn’t earn much money but picked up a bunch of stinky rules..."

Song Wanqing’s camera remained dynamic.

Giving a close-up of the entire table of food.

Some viewers noticed that there were actually serving chopsticks on the table.