Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 83: If You Can Squeeze Out the Sweetness, This - Is Sweet

"Alright, thank you all for joining my stream on time today."

"The specialty dish for next time will be: Braised Pork."

"I’m signing off now. See you all later!"

After ending the stream, another wave of exhaustion washed over her. Jiang Qiuqiu washed up, planning to go straight to sleep, but then she suddenly remembered that her neighbor, Mo Chengyu, had given her a Spiritual Recovery Helmet.

He said she could use it whenever she was tired—

She had only intended to try it out for a little while, but she never expected that as soon as the device turned on, she felt like she was floating in a gentle ocean. Her thoughts and consciousness seemed to be submerged in something, and everything felt incredibly soft and warm.

And then, she fell asleep.

She didn’t even answer the celebratory call that came from Meimei.

Meimei looked at the data Jiang Qiuqiu had sent over in their chat window, her brow furrowed slightly. ’Why isn’t she answering my call?’

Little President Qian, slurping down some meat, glanced up. "The residential complex she lives in, its design and layout are a lot like the ones in the Central District. Security there is great; people don’t just go missing."

"It’s late. If she’s not available, she’s probably tired and went to rest. Hurry up and eat. We can clock out after we’re done."

Meimei was still a little worried, and her anxiety was infectious. Little President Qian couldn’t help but put down his chopsticks. After thinking it over, he said, "The data has already been extracted. If we don’t eat now, it’ll get cold. I don’t think this dish will taste good cold. If you’re not going to eat it... how about you give it to me?"

"..."

Silence. The man was hopelessly oblivious.

"I’ll eat."

"Oh, alright then." He actually looked a little disappointed!!!

Chairman Qian, whose goal was to make a fortune, was named Qian Duoduo.

’Little President Qian might as well change his name to Eat-a-lot!’ she thought. ’Is there anything in that brain of his besides food?!’

She began to wolf down the meat and bean sprouts, not noticing the sly smile that appeared on the face of the posh young master next to her.

Qian Xingxing felt that his tactic of creating a diversion had worked perfectly.

-

「Later that night.」

「Back on the online forums.」

After all, the online forums were always busiest late at night.

Information was exploding. On Jiang Qiuqiu’s fan forum, the previous batch of posts about Spicy Blood Curd had already been archived. Now, the latest posts were a solid wall of "Spicy Boiled Pork."

Here, the topic of discussion always changed with Jiang Qiuqiu’s menu.

Countless people were discussing the flavor of the Spicy Boiled Pork and its broth.

It was spicy, but in a completely different way from the previous Spicy Blood Curd. Today’s dish had a tingling, numbing sensation—

#After taking a small bite, my lips feel all numb, like they’ve been punched, but not really like they’ve been punched—it’s so thrilling!#

#Why didn’t I get a spot again? Am I the unluckiest person in the universe? I watch every stream, I try to win the dish every time, and all I can do is stare with my mouth watering, hoping and praying that the next one will be me.#

The original poster recounted how they got hooked starting from Jiang Qiuqiu’s second stream and had failed to win the food lottery almost every single time since.

The only exception was the giveaway where she made tons of thank-you cakes.

#If I hadn’t managed to eat that cake, I wouldn’t have the willpower to keep following Juju. My luck is too dark! I want to eat her food!#

She vented her frustrations in the post, feeling like she was the most miserable person in the entire stream.

But unexpectedly, not long after she posted, she received a flood of replies—

#You’re not the only one.#

#Make that two of you.#

...

#Make that a whole group of you.#

#Also, you are not the most miserable ones.#

It turned out there was a true jinx who had something come up on the day of the special cake giveaway and didn’t even get to eat one.

...

Tragic.

So tragic.