Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 162: We’ve Been Each Other’s Right and Left Hands for 20 Years

Mei Lin’s video wasn’t particularly interesting, but when Jiang Jiang posted it from that tycoon’s account, it still caused a huge splash.

The crowd of onlookers gave Mei Lin a catchy new nickname—Million Sister.

[Million Sister is awesome!]

[She makes it look like she’s dining in the VIP lounge of a revolving restaurant.]

[I’m getting princess vibes from her.]

[Eating so slowly... aren’t you tempted to just dig in?]

[No wonder Million Sister had to buy her way in instead of snagging one of Juju’s spots. With that reaction speed, she wouldn’t have stood a chance.]

The nickname "Million Sister" was so unflattering that Mei Lin flew into a rage. "What is wrong with these people!"

"No more videos!! I’m not sharing posts like this ever again!"

"...Yes, Miss." He stifled a laugh.

Thanks to these livestreams, the fan community was whipped into one frenzy after another.

Without a doubt, Jiang Qiuqiu’s first broadcast after signing her top-tier contract was a perfect success.

Meimei summarized the data report and presented it to Qian Xingxing. Qian Xingxing was delighted and passed the report further up the chain to Qian Duoduo.

Although he and his father didn’t see eye to eye, he still wanted to share his joy with him—

This was the new talent he had personally discovered and developed.

She had limitless potential, like a rising sun in the food section.

She was destined to light up the entire field one day.

To lay the groundwork for her future stardom, they had to be careful to avoid any smear campaigns while she was on the rise. Besides telling her own team to monitor public opinion about Qiuqiu on the Star Network, Meimei also messaged the two community administrators.

She asked Terry and Wanxing to keep an eye on the community’s activity and manage the direction of the conversation.

And make sure nothing blew up over minor issues.

At the same time, she sent out the perks for the community administrators.

Previously, it had always been data, but this time she sent actual, physical dishes.

There were two dishes. One was Braised Gugu Meat, and the other was the recently popular Fish with Pickled Greens.

After Terry received the food, he immediately started showing it off in all his group chats.

When Changbei saw the message, he asked Qiudao for some time off. "I need to step out for a bit."

"What? The Admiral is out, and now you want to go out too?" Qiudao frowned slightly. "What for? It’s best if there are two of us here in the office."

"What if the Admiral sends a message and you’re not here—"

"Tsk." Changbei pouted and muttered, "How long has it been since the Admiral even called? It’s just been official handovers every day. I’ll just be out for one morning. I’ll be back before you know it."

"What for?" Qiudao asked.

"Ugh, it’s just something I have to do! I’m just stepping out for a bit. See ya, I’m off."

He went straight to Terry’s place.

"Hey bro, you home?"

"...Who is it?"

From the sound of his voice, he was clearly eating.

"Open up!"

"Stop eating!"

"Who is it?" Terry asked, a piece of meat dangling from his mouth. When he opened the door and saw Changbei, his brow unfurrowed. "What are you doing here?"

"Something came up," he said, craning his neck to look inside. "Those two dishes you got... you finished them yet?"

"I’m eating them now."

"What about the fish? Have you eaten it yet?"

"Not yet. I’m not a huge fan of the sour flavor. It’s kinda weird."

"Then give it to me," Changbei requested, looking at him.

Terry let out a surprised "Huh?" "No way! Why should I give it to you?"

"Didn’t you say you really wanted a weapon from the H0-T series? I have one in my collection."

"?"

"...You’ll trade it to me?"

"In your dreams. I can lend it to you for a year."

"Tsk," Terry said, exasperated. ’So stingy. You won’t even give it to me, just lend it.’

"So, deal or no deal?" Changbei asked confidently.

"Deal!"

As a wolf, Terry had a strong aversion to things he disliked, and he really couldn’t get used to the sour flavor. Still, if no one had shown up, he would have happily eaten Juju’s dish anyway.

As he packed up the food, he asked curiously, "You’re a tiger, you like this weird sour taste? If you wanted to trade, shouldn’t you have asked for the Gugu Meat?"

"It’s not for me, it’s for Qiudao," Changbei said matter-of-factly. "He likes fish."

"...Qiudao?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You’re really good to him."

"Yeah, we’ve been working side-by-side for twenty years. Alright, I’ve gotta go. I need to get back. You can pick up the weapon from my place tomorrow."

"Alright."