Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 75: The Mysterious and Frail Young Girl at the Door

After sending out the inventory from the thermostatic container, Jiang Qiuqiu breathed a sigh of relief. She went home to rest for a bit, then began making rice noodle rolls.

She brought out her high-quality molds, deciding to take it easy today. There was no need to prepare too many appetizers. All she had to do was prepare the rice batter, arrange the fillings, steam everything, and drizzle it with the sauce she had made before.

The fragrant aroma of the rice blended with the rich scent of the sauce, creating an incredibly savory and sweet experience.

Chef Jiang snuck a bowl for herself and gave her own cooking a perfect score.

’So delicious.’

Humming a little tune, she continued making fresh pork and egg rice noodle rolls. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and the household robot butler announced, "There is a visitor!"

"Miss Jiang, a new visitor has arrived."

’A visitor?’

She froze for a moment. ’I don’t think I know anyone in this neighborhood, do I?’

Curious, she walked to the door and pulled up the security camera feed.

A girl in a smoke-gray trench coat stood before her door. She had a pale complexion and sharp eyes.

She seemed to be here for a reason.

After a moment’s thought, Jiang Qiuqiu opened the door.

"You rang the doorbell. Is there something I can help you with?"

With the door open, away from the cold screen, the person before her felt more alive. Though her face was still pale, her eyes were sharp and spirited. She had the distinct vibe of a decadent goddess. A unique kind of beauty filled Jiang Qiuqiu’s vision—

"Are you new here?" The corners of Mo Chengyu’s mouth lifted into a gentle smile as she spoke, giving her a very easygoing and likable air.

"I am. I just moved in a few days ago." Just as she was about to ask again what the matter was, she heard the person in front of her say, "Oh."

It was as if she’d had a sudden realization. "So that’s it. The aroma of food started the day you moved in."

"It smells so, so good."

"I didn’t mean to bother you, but... I’m recuperating here, and smelling that incredible aroma every day while drinking my medicine... I just couldn’t help but come and see for myself."

’So she was drawn here by the smell of my food!’

’That makes her a mini-fan, then.’

Chefs are always generous toward their fans, and Jiang Qiuqiu was no exception. "I see," she said.

"Mhm. So, is your food for sale? I’d like to buy some to try."

"Oh, no need to buy anything. You live here, so that makes us neighbors. I was just in the middle of cooking. If you don’t mind, why don’t you come in and try some?"

"Really? May I?"

It was hard to imagine how adorable a girl with such a coolly aloof and elegantly unrestrained vibe could look with an expression of pure delight—especially when that delight was directed right at her.

"Of course you can."

Jiang Qiuqiu invited her into her home.

She was still in the middle of cooking, and the kitchen was wide open. The aromas of all the different ingredients wafted through the small house, filling it with a mouthwatering fragrance.

The moment Mo Chengyu stepped inside, she was entranced.

Jiang Qiuqiu asked her what she’d like to eat—meat or vegetables.

"I’m fine with anything, I’m not picky at all!"

Jiang Qiuqiu had already donated all of her milder dishes for the day. All that remained in the thermostatic container were some fried foods she’d made earlier (which pets couldn’t eat), some braised pork belly, and some oil-braised bamboo shoots.

She brought the dishes to the table one by one, adding a plate of freshly made rice noodle rolls. "This is all I have left in the house," she said. "Help yourself if you see anything you like."

Then Jiang Qiuqiu noticed that in the blink of an eye after she finished speaking, the woman in the trench coat had already appeared at the dining table with chopsticks in hand.

Jiang Qiuqiu: ?

’...What just happened?’

Just as she was wondering how a person could move so fast, Mo Chengyu had already begun to eat.