Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 371 - 380: Xingxing Falls Upon the Crown

The Qian Family and the Dais Family were both part of the same high society circles, so their contact information was readily shared.

The Dais family, as one of the few wealthy and powerful aristocratic families, held a higher status than the Qian Family.

So when Mei Lin called Qian Duoduo, he was exceptionally cordial, with a tone that was as warm and pleasant as a spring breeze.

However, Mei Lin didn’t notice any of this. After all, ever since she was a child, almost everyone had spoken to her this way, except for that group of women. What she cared about most right now was—

"Uncle Qian, what’s been going on with Qian Xingxing recently?"

She was quite direct.

Her call left Qian Duoduo momentarily stunned.

It was Mei Lin Dais.

’The sole daughter of the Dais family... why would she be asking about Xingxing?’

He paused for a moment, and Mei Lin grew a little nervous too. "What is it? Did something terrible happen?"

"Not at all."

"Then why haven’t I been able to contact him recently?"

"We’ve had a small family matter come up recently, so he hasn’t been in contact with the outside world. What is it, Mei Lin? Did you need him for something?"

"As long as he’s okay, then it’s nothing. By the way, is he not going to work at your branch office anymore?"

"He is."

’Then there’s nothing to worry about.’

On her end, Mei Lin exchanged a few pleasantries with Qian Duoduo before ending the call.

On the other end, Qian Duoduo stared at Mei Lin’s ID and fell into deep thought.

’The pearl in the palm of the Dais family, the sole heir... Whoever can pluck this pearl from the crown will be able to wear the crown itself.’

’If—’

’Wealth and a title... that would absolutely take the Qian Family to its peak.’

’It seems I need to re-evaluate my son.’

’Can a star land upon a crown?’

-

"There, you heard him. It’s nothing serious."

"Then I’ll send Little President Qian another message." She tapped open her terminal, and the first thing she saw was the internal message from that morning, the one canceling the notice about replacing the editor-in-chief...

She had been standing in the snow this whole time and hadn’t even noticed.

She messaged Little President Qian, but he still didn’t reply.

Still, having heard the situation from his father, Meimei felt relieved even without a reply.

She quickly stood up to thank her. Mei Lin raised a hand. "It was nothing. No need to thank me. Just consider it payment for bringing me the food."

"Oh, right. When you get back, be sure to quickly tell that streamer that everything’s fine, so she doesn’t have to worry."

"...Okay, okay, I will."

"Mm."

The atmosphere became awkward for a moment.

Meimei and Mei Lin moved in vastly different circles, so they had nothing in common to talk about. On top of that, the young miss was now hungry, so she asked, "Well then, miss, is there anything else?"

"No, that’s all. Thank you for your help today."

"It was a small matter." Mei Lin wasn’t concerned with such things. She stood up. "Do you need me to have a hovercar take you back?"

"There’s no need, Miss Meilin. I brought my own hovercar."

"Then would you like to come to my home for a cup of hot tea to warm up?"

"I’m afraid not." Meimei stood up and brushed the snow off her clothes. "I still have things to do at the company, so I should be getting back."

"Mm... wait just a moment."

Mei Lin seemed to remember something and suddenly stopped Meimei. "Can I add your terminal ID?"

"Of course."

And so, after adding each other as contacts, the two parted ways in the snow. On her way back in the hovercar, Meimei also sent a message to Jiang Qiuqiu to let her know everything was alright.

Back at the Dais residence, Jiang Jiang carried a food container and said, "It seems the young miss really does like that streamer."

"Her cooking does have a certain quality to it."

"Alright, let’s head back for now."

Back in her room, she finished the food that had been delivered.

Just then, the kitchen presented the tofu dish she had requested. The hired chef lived up to their star rating, managing to replicate the flavor by about sixty percent. What a pity—

’Only sixty percent.’

She took a few bites and set down her chopsticks. "Give the reward to the chef who made the fourth version."

"How do you think I could hire her to come cook just for me?"

The young miss often made such wishes. Jiang Jiang thought for a moment. "Buying the Federation Live Broadcast Company might do the trick."

"..."

"I’d have to wait until I become the Family Head of the Dais Family for that. I don’t have that kind of money right now."

Hearing this, Jiang Jiang began to laugh.

’The young miss always says the strangest, cutest things.’