Chapter 163: Chapter 163: Not All Stuffed Foods are Buns
Fu Yunhe’s livestream room, after several rounds of competition, was finally coming to an end.
“Today’s livestream ends here, thank you all for watching, and I hope you have a wonderful day, goodbye.”
Instant shutdown.
“Be careful!”
Nian Shutong had noticed earlier that Fu Yunhe was having trouble standing, so she secretly got up and stood next to him.
She had wanted to send Ha Ha to help, but Ha Ha’s reluctant expression made Nian Shutong suspect that he would take the opportunity to “bully” Fu Yunhe, so she decided to go herself.
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Almost the second the livestream shut down, Fu Yunhe’s legs went weak and he was about to fall, but Nian Shutong caught him around the waist.
“Ah… truly a fragile beauty.” Nian Shutong bore all of Fu Yunhe’s weight, but she felt it was no different from a feather.
He was way too thin.
“I’m fine, I can handle it… oh?”
Fu Yunhe just felt his feet leave the ground and his vision made a semicircle in the air, as he saw the ceiling of the kitchen.
“What ‘oh’?” Nian Shutong, holding Fu Yunhe in a princess carry, stepped out of the kitchen towards the small wooden house.
“You should feel honored; except for the wild boar a few days ago, this is the first ti I’ve carried soone.” Nian Shutong wasn’t exactly lying—she hadn’t carried anyone before.
If it hadn’t been for seeing Fu Yunhe exhausting himself earning money through his livestreams, stubbornly enduring, without letting it affect the broadcast at all, she might not have bothered.
Fu Yunhe, looking at the starry night sky, thought to himself: Nian Shutong had a way of turning sothing slightly touching into sothing that made you want to curse at her.
Though he wouldn’t dare.
“Duang,” Nian Shutong kicked open the door, carried Fu Yunhe into his own room, and put him on the bed.
“Rest well today, don’t misuse your spiritual power.”
“You know?”
Fu Yunhe looked at Nian Shutong standing by the bed, her face a picture of obviousness.
“What’s there not to know?” Nian Shutong tapped Fu Yunhe’s forehead with a finger and said softly, “There’s not much that can be kept from .”
With that touch and go, Nian Shutong closed the door and left.
Inside the room, Fu Yunhe silently laughed a bit, which was also fine; he hadn’t intended to keep it hidden.
He was just about to lie down and obediently rest when a comnt from Ha Ha outside gave him a sudden urge to go out and fight wolves.
“So quickly? Xiao He is really not cutting it.”
“Good person, you should just marry our Commander. Our Commander is definitely better than Xiao He.”
Nian Shutong, who had just co out, happened to hear Ha Ha’s comnt.
She wasn’t embarrassed at all but curiously asked, “How do you know your Commander is up to it?”
“I’ve seen it.”
“Oh… tell about it.”
Right when one man and one wolf were about to gossip, a bout of intense coughing erupted.
“Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough…”
Nian Shutong paused her gossiping mood, knocked on Fu Yunhe’s window, and said, “My beauty, now is not a good ti to die.”
“Our livestream room’s future is looking bright, you really need to hang in there!”
Fu Yunhe, who was coughing on purpose, was left by Nian Shutong’s words wanting to faint for real.
However, it effectively interrupted what Ha Ha was going to say, fulfilling his purpose.
“I got it, rest well, I’ll earn the money.”
“Ah, beauty truly captures my heart. let’s take a break tomorrow and stop broadcasting for a day.”
After Nian Shutong finished speaking, she left and didn’t continue gossiping with Ha Ha.
anwhile, Fu Yunhe was wearing a warm, sun-like smile. Only he could find a hint of care in Nian Shutong’s words.
It’s quite adorable when soone is stubborn.
In the small wooden house, Nian Shutong went to cultivate while the others rested.
Today they had been fussing with flour for nearly a day; not only was Fu Yunhe exhausted, but Rubble had collapsed early on.
The small wooden house regained its peace, but the Star Network was abuzz.
Soone created a Little River cuisine forum where they stacked discussions: “What did you eat during today’s Little River Live?”
“I won a custard bun. I don’t know many adjectives, just that the dough was so soft, and the filling so sweet.”
“Soup dumplings! Absolute heaven. That soup, I can still taste it now.”
“No, no, no! The pan-fried buns are the best, with their soft exterior and crispy bottom. One bite releases the rich broth mixed with the salty filling, entrancing one completely, unaware if it’s a dream.”
“That guy above from the Poetry Club, undoubtedly a fan from Earth Bar.”
“I had dumplings, with incredibly thin skin that’s slippery smooth, along with a sip of the dumpling soup, it feels warm and cozy in my stomach.”
“Dumpling army here, after eating one, I crave another.”
“Everything from Mr. Xiao He makes you want another after one.”
“I had potstickers. I thought they’d be similar to dumplings since the ends aren’t sealed, but I was so wrong! Terribly wrong!”
“I was just browsing the forum, and now I’m hungry!”
“You’re not alone. I’ve opened a bottle of nutrient liquid and am watching today’s recorded live, it tastes a bit better with it.”
“Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! My mom is amazing; she replicated Mr. Xiao He’s dumplings! The taste is incredible!”
“ too? too! But it was my grandpa who cooked—he made several dishes from the past few days’ live. Mr. Xiao He is definitely my grandpa’s idol now. Our restaurant’s nu is about to expand!”
“You little rich kid! But I still want to know where your restaurant is? I want to try it.”
“I want to know if there’s a restaurant in your Star Network, I’ll eat the virtual version. It’s cheaper and still satisfying.”
“I’ll add a hundred to that request.”
The forum heated up even more as many people tried making the dishes at ho, and many restaurants replicated them.
Perhaps not too long from now, these dishes might beco more commonplace, though it could take a while. But who knows?
As popular as Fu Yunhe’s live sessions were, so was the tragedy under Little Sweet’s Star Blog.
Sohow it started with a comnt, and many netizens ford a long follow-up chain, all happening under Little Sweet’s Star Blog.
“Not every filled food is called a bun, like the dumplings I ate.”
“Not every filled food is called a bun, like the pan-fried bun I had.”
“Not every filled food is called a bun, like the dumpling I had.”
And so on, the list endlessly queued up in a neat formation.
Even the die-hard fans hesitated to disrupt their orderly line—it was too well-organized!
The mastermind behind this, Yu Zeming, once again kept a low profile, probably adding icing on the cake this ti.
He saved the evidence to presumably swap for als in the future.
Yu Zeming sat in his office, swinging his legs, wondering if Fu Yunhe was still willing to sign with him.
Usually, bloggers with such a fan base choose to go independent.
Yu Zeming wasn’t fretful; as his dad said, “What cos is a fortune, what goes is fate; such is life.”
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