Little Picky Eater: ...
Well, traffic is king. Whatever the fans say, goes!
As they were talking, the other six people for this private room also arrived.
Compared to this group, the six newcors were obviously together. As soon as they ca in, they asked:
"Are you guys together? There are eight of us in total, could we swap for two seats?"
One quota, three family mbers. If you couldn’t be seated right away, it probably ant this quota was bought off scalpers, so the seating was arranged very late.
That being the case, eight people naturally couldn’t sit at one table.
But everyone had at least chipped in for the sa set, so of course they weren’t willing to change. The newcors looked around pleadingly; no one agreed, so they had to drop it.
At this mont they were busy setting up reflectors, fill lights, and so on, getting everything in place.
The not‑so‑small private room was packed to the brim by the ti they were done.
Little Picky Eater had never done an eating stream with such a big setup before!
And although there were "six people" in this group, five of them were all serving the youngest one, which ant this one strear, not even counting the two who couldn’t sit at the sa table, had actually brought five assistants!
Little Picky Eater was a bit stunned at this point:
"Do you guys stream like this every ti? What if so restaurants don’t allow so much equipnt inside?"
The young man in the lead froze: "I’m a restaurant‑review strear, I’ve got five to six hundred thousand followers, you know. If a restaurant doesn’t let in, there must be sothing they don’t want fild! So..."
He dragged out his tone: "If they won’t let film, I just don’t go in."
Once he said that, honest little Little Picky Eater went silent.
After a while he reminded them:
"You guys better get all your paraters set first. The food here is really good, you have to eat it while it’s hot. I ca here purely to eat. So I’m not going to wait till all the dishes are served before I start. As soon as one cos, I’ll eat one."
Wait, eating each dish as soon as it cos—how are you supposed to shoot like that?
The young man was dumbfounded: "Bro, you blew nearly a hundred grand to co eat this al and you don’t want any traffic at all?"
Little Picky Eater was shocked again: "Isn’t it 19,999? The scalpers have jacked it up that high?!"
Even though he himself had spent five thousand when you averaged it out, hearing this news, he actually felt a tiny thrill of glee!
It felt like the mbership card he’d impulsively bought back when he attended that banquet at Changleju was suddenly glowing at this very mont.
Tsk.
The young strear was unhappy again.
"I only just got into the business, my connections are thin. I’m not like you guys who know all the ins and outs of this mbership card. Who knew a Chinese restaurant could blow up like this? Now if you don’t have a mbership and you don’t have a slot, you can only shell out a sky‑high price."
But that sky‑high price was way too high!
Little Picky Eater asked himself honestly: even knowing how delicious Changleju was, at a price close to a hundred thousand, he would absolutely never co just for a bite.
He’d rather stand downstairs and sll the aroma wafting up.
He opened his mouth, trying to rummage up a few words of comfort, when he saw the other guy tilt his chin again:
"Good thing the brand deals I’ve taken recently pay well, or I wouldn’t have been able to make up my mind to co eat this al."
Little Picky Eater, who barely had any brand deals, shrank back into his seat in mute despair.
The other guy went on: "Gentlen, I’ll be streaming solo this ti, not planning to do a joint broadcast. Later my cara will be pointed at the table and the front. How about you sit on either side of ?"
That way they wouldn’t end up on cara, and it would avoid splitting the traffic.
The three fellow strears hadn’t spoken yet when Little Picky Eater lit up: "You’re really going to chat and stream while eating? Then I, I’m really going to eat a lot, you know."
"Don’t co crying later that your hundred grand didn’t pay off... At the table, we all rely on our own skills, yeah!"
Those words were aid not just at the young strear but also at the three colleagues. Seeing how serious he was, everyone was taken aback.
Like... is that necessary?
Is that necessary?
Those three words were still circling in their heads when the first dish arrived.
First dish: [Dragon Scale Agar]
Putting aside the flashy na, it was basically chilled, dressed fish‑scale jelly.
The young strear snapped shot after shot of the delicate plating, and was now greeting his viewers in the livestream room non‑stop.
He then gave a bit of background on Changleju’s past and present, followed by a detailed review of the restaurant’s environnt, and finally a long sighing rant about how the slots for the whole‑fish banquet had been maliciously hyped up...
The assistants beside him didn’t even lift their heads, each fiddling with equipnt, adjusting paraters, lights, lenses...
The hustle and bustle was sothing else!
anwhile, Little Picky Eater’s phone was just propped up there, and right now he said only one line:
"Friends, I’m starting to eat now!"
As he spoke, his chopsticks shot out, clamping down hard on a piece. His hand was as fast as a rabbit!
He only barely freed up enough ntal space between chewing to share with his viewers:
"Don’t be fooled by how pricey our slot is today, I heard it’s still great value. This top‑tier set nu, aning that aside from oil and salt, every other seasoning and ingredient is all top‑shelf quality like this..."
He closed his mouth and stopped talking.
So good!
So freaking good!!!
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