Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 69: Little Celestial Boy Descends to the Mortal World

Jiang Qiuqiu had barely finished her livestream when Meimei called her, wasting no time.

As a relatively new junior editor, Meimei had never witnessed anything on this scale.

Once she was on the homepage, the viewers came in droves.

"Qiuqiu, your data growth is fantastic!"

"Your retention rate is especially high, and the number of likes, comments, and paying users is leaving everyone else in the dust."

Her voice was filled with unconcealable joy. "If you can keep up this growth rate, you’ll have a permanent spot on the homepage in no time!"

This day had come sooner than Jiang Qiuqiu expected. But for some reason, the joy welling up inside her wasn’t about earning more money, but about gaining more fans.

Even in this new era, her career was still blossoming brilliantly.

"I’ll keep it steady."

"We all believe in you!" Meimei and Little President Qian were Jiang Qiuqiu’s staunchest supporters. "By the way, Qiuqiu, since the data is so outstanding, do you want to increase the number of your livestreams?"

More frequent streams could help her build popularity faster and solidify her fanbase.

"No, I’ll pass." The benefits were tempting, but she knew not to take every opportunity that came her way. "I just changed the livestream schedule. Besides, some of my recent dishes need a lot of prep time, and streaming every day would be too rushed."

"That’s true. The operations team just asked me to mention it, so it’s fine to stick with what you’re doing. If you ask me, giving the Star Network some time to breathe will actually generate more buzz for you."

After chatting a bit more about the livestream, Jiang Qiuqiu let out a soft yawn.

’Qiuqiu must be getting sleepy.’ Meimei then remembered something and asked, a little sheepishly, "Um... Qiuqiu, that dish you made on the stream today, do you have any extra scans?"

"I do. What’s up?"

"Could you send one to me privately? There were too many people today, and I didn’t manage to get one." Sister Mingmei felt a little embarrassed. At forty-two, she was still making such requests just to satisfy a craving.

"Of course." Jiang Qiuqiu was about to send it over when, after a bit of rustling on the other end, Meimei asked, "Could you actually send two?"

"Why? Did Little President Qian not get one either?"

"No, he got one. He just wants another bowl."

Jiang Qiuqiu: ...

"I’ve sent them over."

After cleaning up the kitchen, Jiang Qiuqiu ate a few bowls of spicy blood curd with Rice and put the leftovers into the stasis box.

She had been livestreaming for nearly half a month now, and the number of dishes in the stasis box was growing. It was packed with a dazzling array, almost to the point of overflowing.

Besides, some of the food had been in there for quite a while...

If she didn’t eat it soon, it would go bad.

Jiang Qiuqiu stared at the stasis box for a moment. ’I think there’s a stray animal shelter outside the Starry Sky Roaming District—’

’Maybe I should donate some of this food?’

’Forget it. I’ll think about it tomorrow. I’m too tired now.’

Nothing was more important than sleep.

「Elsewhere.」

The editorial office of the Federation’s Livestreaming Division.

Tonight, only Meimei and Little President Qian were still working overtime.

The main office was deserted. The two of them were in a small conference room, slurping up bowls of spicy blood curd.

It was their first time—oh, no, it was Meimei’s first time. Little President Qian was already on his second helping.

The spiciness went straight to his head, leaving his lips tingling and numb. When he accidentally bit into a bright red chili, he even saw a flash of white light.

For Little President Qian, the flavor was absolutely thrilling.

He let out a sharp HISS of air, panting from the heat, but he couldn’t stop himself from taking another bite.

"The flavor of this food is incredible."

His tongue felt a little clumsy from the spice, but he continued his review. "But it’s so, so good!"

"If I’d known she had dishes like this in her repertoire, I wouldn’t have been worried at all. We’re golden, totally golden."

With that, he took a blissful sip of the broth.

Meimei: ...

She thought she looked ungraceful enough while eating, but she never expected Little President Qian, the son of a magnate, to be even more of a mess.

But for some reason, under the warm yellow lights, his somewhat unrefined movements had a unique charm.

’It was like a celestial being who had descended to the mortal realm.’