Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 70: Caught Watching a Live Stream Again

Jiang Qiuqiu ended her stream quickly. With no more live comments to interact with, the new fans all flooded into "Jiang Juju’s Little Circle."

What had been a relatively niche and private community suddenly experienced explosive growth.

The main page was flooded with a new wave of posts every time it was refreshed.

#Can anyone tell me about Jiang Juju? I’m a new fan today, got hooked by the spicy blood curd. I looked at the dishes she’s made before... What do they all taste like? So curious!!!#

#Urgent! Does anyone have any info on this new streamer?!#

#Anyone want to discuss their post-meal thoughts? That spiciness is so addictive—#

Some people took the plunge, while others replied to them.

Some dug into Jiang Qiuqiu’s past, while others waited for tomorrow’s encore stream.

Just like that, the small community began to flourish.

People who hadn’t managed to snag a spot also joined in, content to just lurk.

That’s just how people are sometimes. When it comes to something they haven’t personally experienced, no matter how much praise they hear from others, a part of them remains skeptical.

Especially when the praise becomes overwhelming, it starts to feel... strange.

Very strange.

They voiced their doubts in the community, and soon enough, two factions rehashed an old argument. One side claimed Jiang Juju was nothing special, while the other retorted that if she was "nothing special," then nothing in the entire Federation could be called special.

Once the entire Federation was dragged into the discussion, the topic spiraled off on a tangent.

Things like, "The Federation has tens of billions of people; just because you haven’t heard of it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist..."

The argument then devolved into insults about who had eaten at better restaurants, visited more planets, or was generally more worldly, until the whole place was a toxic mess. Finally, the moderators rushed in and started muting people.

But there were too many people, and the few moderators they had were simply overwhelmed.

Meimei, the current admin in charge of the community, frowned.

’Recruiting a few reliable fans to help moderate the community—that needs to be put on the agenda.’

’It’s too hard to maintain this place all by myself.’

As one of Jiang Qiuqiu’s original fans, a die-hard supporter, and a veteran member with a stellar profile and a long string of title badges, Terry was the first to receive an invitation from Meimei.

He was so happy he could have jumped for joy!

’A mod! A moderator! I’m going to be a moderator!’

’Juju’s channel is doing better and better. She might get really famous, and then she might hold an in-person fan meet, and then—’

’I’ll get to see Juju in the flesh! And eat food she cooked herself!’

’I could request dishes, I could eat this and that and that and this, I could have rice noodle rolls, braised pork belly, fried pork cutlets, and the ultimate roast duck all at once...’

The wolf could barely contain his drool. With a SLURP, he immediately accepted Meimei’s invitation.

He then shared the news with Qiudao and Changbei, his fellow die-hard Jiang Qiuqiu fans.

[Terry: HAHAHAHA! I’m a moderator now! I’m one step closer to her than both of you!]

[Terry: Maybe there will be mod perks in the future! Food, food, food! Priority tasting rights!]

[Changbei: ! Why did they only ask you and not me?!?]

[Terry: Nyeh nyeh nyeh~ /wolf’s scorn/ Serves you right for always being so critical! You never miss a meal, but you never stop complaining either!!]

[Changbei: Even if I don’t make the cut, why not Qiudao!!!]

[Qiudao: ...I’ve never posted anything. Of course I wouldn’t be chosen.]

[Qiudao: But to be honest, I’m still jealous. Terry, don’t forget us when you get rich and famous.]

Terry flexed on them in the group chat.

Changbei and Qiudao were standing at the door to the training room, staring at their terminals.

Suddenly, a dark shadow fell over them.

They looked up instinctively and saw the expressionless face of Mo Si.

"Admiral!"

"Are you watching... that livestream?"