Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 382 - 401: Don’t Feel Sorry for Others, Feel Sorry for Yourself, Tool Person

The black vein was now exposed for everyone to see.

And then—

She began picking it out with her knife.

"For this step, you can switch from a cleaver to a smaller, long knife. It’ll be much easier to handle."

Of course, Jiang Qiuqiu’s movements were still swift. Even with the wide, square blade of the large knife, she deftly flicked out the black vein in one smooth motion.

Next, she began to peel the shell. As Lu Xun once said: A true novice dares to face any and all difficulties.

Because technique is an illusion.

So, no tools necessary. She went straight in with her hands. Since she’d already made a cut, all it took was some brute force—a pull here, a tug there—and the shell came right off.

"When you’re removing the meat by hand, try to be careful and keep it in one piece."

And so, after a series of challenges, a piece of glistening, snow-white shrimp meat lay in the palm of Jiang Qiuqiu’s hand.

[...]

[I think I suddenly get why no one uses this method.]

[I get it +1]

[We only have an hour. Not enough time for all that.]

[Great. I suddenly don’t feel like cooking this anymore. Cancel screen recording! Cancel! Cancel!]

[Closing it +1, my brain won’t let me do this, hahaha.]

The younger viewers clamored to give up.

The grandpas in the chat, however, were in full humblebrag mode.

[It’s not so bad. A little difficult, maybe, but I have six grandsons. We can take our time.]

[If I may be so bold, I have over a dozen juniors in my family. It’s no trouble at all. We’ll just have each person handle one step.]

[True, it doesn’t look that hard. And it’s not like *we* have to do it anyway~]

[...]

[I really feel for those grandsons being used as free labor. Lighting a candle for them.]

[Lighting a candle +1]

After a few more candles were lit on screen, the fan who first mentioned "free labor" was suddenly @-tagged.

[Don’t you worry about others, you should worry about yourself. Make sure you do a good job. Grandpa will be quizzing you tomorrow.]

[...]

[Oof, that’s rough!]

[Pfft.]

The viewers who were parents—stuck in the middle of the family hierarchy—burst out laughing, filling the screen with a sea of "Hahahaha."

The sons and grandsons at the bottom of the food chain quickly retreated, not daring to make any more reckless comments.

Jiang Qiuqiu couldn’t help but laugh. She started prepping the other vegetables, which were much easier. She just sliced them, trying her best to keep the thickness consistent.

After all the joking around, the atmosphere in the livestream quickly grew lively and cheerful.

At that moment, no one was thinking about winning or losing the PK. Everyone’s attention was completely fixed on Qiuqiu.

The atmosphere here was just too joyful.

The bullet comments were too... bizarre and goofy, making them incredibly intriguing.

Chen Yu’s fans found it very strange. Why were the fans of the neighboring food streamer completely ignoring their comments and just talking amongst themselves?

And why were their comments so much more interesting?

Over on their side, it was all "Ahhhh, my Yu is so beautiful!"

"Ahhhh, I love Yu!"

’Isn’t she supposed to be cooking? How do they have so much to talk about?’

’What’s all this about grandpas and grandsons?’

Fans in the Beauty section of Federation Live were a peculiar breed. They often embodied two completely contradictory traits.

One was loyalty—a loyalty so profound that as long as your face remained, you were their ultimate treasure, the absolute love of their lives.

The second was fickleness. They might fall for you today because of your looks, but that affection was a castle in the sky—beautiful, yet unstable. Tomorrow, they could just as easily abandon you for something new.

This segment of the audience was filled with a sense of exploration and curiosity.

Chen Yu’s livestream secretly lost a few fans. The number wasn’t large; compared to her massive base of 3.7 billion, it was still just a rounding error.

But then again, Jiang Qiuqiu’s stream had only just begun.

With all the ingredients prepped, it was time for the most exciting moment of the stream—

Heating the wok and adding the oil.