Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 87: You’re in a Hurry, Aren’t You?

The only slight issue was that she had to prepare over thirty servings of braised pork for the next day, and whether Jiang Qiuqiu could handle the workload.

Meimei was worried about this, but Jiang Qiuqiu was quite confident in her professional skills.

"I can handle it, no problem."

"Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up. I’m heading to work now."

"Go ahead, Sister Mingmei." After ending the call, Jiang Qiuqiu rested at home for a bit before going out for a walk. She debated whether or not to drop by Mo Chengyu’s house, but in the end, she decided against it.

Taotao Fresh also delivered the gugu meat and pork belly she would need.

It had been a while since she’d had braised pork rice. Before starting the livestream, Jiang Qiuqiu decided to treat herself to a hearty meal first!

After a satisfying lunch, she had to think about what to feature as an encore for the evening.

’Hmm, fried meatballs are too complicated. Making the minced meat really takes a lot of energy.’

After some thought, she decided to make cutlets with the gugu meat.

Soon, the rhythmic sound of a knife chopping on a wooden board echoed through the small, Chinese-style villa, followed by the fragrant aroma that erupted when oil and meat met in the searing heat.

The moment tonight’s fried cutlets were released, they were gone in seconds. The tens of millions of available spots vanished like a waterfall, WHOOSH, until nothing was left.

The young fans were still gleefully snatching up the cutlets and eagerly awaiting the next day’s braised pork, completely unaware that they were being targeted!

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「The following afternoon at seven P.M.」

Yang Shan and his cousin, Qiu Ping, were just about to settle in and wait for the livestream to start when Old Yang suddenly sent an urgent message, summoning them both home.

They met up on the way.

Yang Shan: "What’s going on? Why did Grandpa call you over, too?"

"I don’t know. Grandpa just said it was urgent."

"It’s not bad news, is it?" Yang Shan said, quickly pulling Qiu Ping along as they broke into a jog toward their grandfather’s house.

There were a lot of people at their grandfather’s house—their parents, grandmother, and even their aunt and uncle were all there. ’Something big must have happened! He actually gathered the entire family.’

He rushed in and asked, "What’s wrong?"

But Old Yang said, "Nothing’s wrong. In these peaceful times, what could possibly happen? I just called you over for a chat."

And just like that, the atmosphere shifted from an urgent quest to a leisurely chat.

The adults sat with their legs crossed, smiling as they chatted about trivial, everyday matters. They would occasionally try to include Qiu Ping and Yang Shan, but once the two young men knew there was no real emergency, their minds began to wander.

’All they could think about was leaving!’

’It’s not even eight o’clock yet. If we take a speeder back now, we might miss the start of the livestream, but we could still make it in time to grab the food!’

’Braised pork... a cooking method they’d never even heard of before.’

’It must be delicious.’

So Yang Shan asked quietly, "Grandpa, if there’s nothing urgent, can Qiu Ping and I head back? We... we have class tomorrow."

Normally, as soon as he heard the word "class," Old Yang would have immediately said, "Of course, my dear grandsons, hurry along. Everything’s fine here."

But today, his eyes narrowed. "Oh," he said. "It’s not even eight. If you’re in such a hurry for class, I’ll have your uncle take you to school later."

"..."

’Alright, looks like we have to stay.’

But they really weren’t talking about anything important, just making small talk.

Qiu Ping and Yang Shan started whispering to each other about Jiang Qiuqiu’s livestream. That’s the thing about food; when you haven’t had it yet, there’s only anticipation.

Now, the more they talked, the more they craved it, and the more they wanted to eat. They watched helplessly as the clock ticked past eight, growing more and more anxious. They wondered if today’s dish would ever get an encore, then immediately countered their own hopes: even if it did, they might not be able to get any.

Just then, their grandfather’s voice suddenly boomed.

"You two seem to be in a hurry, don’t you?"

Yang Shan and Qiu Ping looked up to find that Old Yang was now standing right in front of them.

The atmosphere felt a little strange. "Grandpa, no, we were just talking about school stuff."

"Oh, school stuff." He nodded slightly as if he believed them, then suddenly pulled out a small remote and activated the household robot. The robot was already connected to a livestream that Old Yang had set up in advance.

Instantly, a livestream interface they were both very, very familiar with appeared in the room.

Jiang Qiuqiu’s signature introduction followed: "Welcome to my culinary livestream. I’m Jiang Jiujiu, and today’s menu is Braised Pork Rice. Don’t miss out, folks!"

"Judging by the looks on your faces, this girl’s food must be really delicious." They had looked ready to sprout rockets from their rears and fly home.

"Finding something this delicious, not sharing it with your family, and instead treating your family like..."

After seeing it in his circle of old friends, Old Yang had snooped around and found that post about the "100 Million Follower Plan." In it, they referred to old folks like him—

"—tools?"

The sudden silence was deafening. Yang Shan and Qiu Ping instantly understood what was happening. They thought this was a family get-together, but it turned out to be an ambush!

Looking around, they saw every single person watching them with a smile.

!

’We’re dead meat!’