Her Food Livestream Chapter 53: It’s Called That!?

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: It’s Called That!?

The livestream in the grand auditorium was still ongoing, but Mo Xin had already been dragged to the office by Mo Si.

"Bro, bro, bro...! Don’t be like this, I really didn’t do it on purpose!"

"I wasn’t disrespecting military authority. It’s just that everyone wanted to watch, and we’d already finished today’s training!"

"I wasn’t slacking off, don’t hit , WAHHHH!" Mo Xin circled Mo Si, wailing and begging for rcy.

Qiudao and Changbei followed just behind Mo Si to his right, muttering to each other that the scene was too embarrassing to watch.

They were both from the Mo Family, supposedly ate the sa food, received the sa education, and walked the sa path. In the end, though? One was a total goofball.

Every ti they saw that face, which bore a one percent resemblance to the Admiral’s, make such strange expressions, they felt it was a total eyesore.

"Send

the First Army’s recent training data."

"Yes, sir! Right away!"

Mo Si began reviewing it as he walked. Mo Xin chid in from the side, "See? We complete our training every day, and the training data is even better than before!"

"Even if we watch a livestream, it just counts as a recreational activity."

Although he could be a bit flighty, he was reliable when it ca to official business. Mo Si glanced at the data; it had indeed improved. His expression softened, and a hint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes.

Whatever the reason, the fact was that the garrisoned troops had grown stronger.

"Bro, bro, bro, don’t just stay silent! I’m scared—"

"Stop shouting. I’m not going to hit you."

"And you’re not going to tell my dad about this either?" Mo Xin blinked his eyes.

Mo Si: ...

"If you keep this up, I will tell Uncle that you have no bearing as a soldier at the military base and spend your days... whimpering."

"!"

The father-fearing Mo Xin froze instantly.

Soon, they arrived at the conference room, and Mo Si asked Mo Xin for the specifics of the situation.

"I am very satisfied with the recent improvent in the soldiers’ data. How you schedule training is your prerogative as my deputy. Watching livestreams is a form of recreation, no different from singing or going on forced marches."

"I will not reprimand you for this."

’My brother is still so professional!’ Mo Xin chuckled inwardly. ’Always by-the-book.’

"Alright, wipe that smile off your face. I have so serious questions for you."

Since he was one of his own n, Mo Si inevitably asked a few more questions.

For instance, when did everyone’s post-test data start to improve?

After they started watching the livestreams as a group, did everyone show an improvent in their performance?

How long had they been watching the livestreams... and so on.

Mo Xin had records of all this and answered each question in turn.

With the experiences of tens of thousands of people as evidence, Mo Si had no more questions. "What’s the na of this livestream?"

"Uh, it’s called... ’Shocking! Why Are n and Won, Young and Old, All Moved to Tears?! Turns Out, It’s Because They Ate...’"

"?"

Mo Si’s handso brows knitted together. His eyes were dark, and a slight frown from him carried imnse authority. "I’m asking for the na of the livestream channel." This was no joke, though he did recognize the clickbait format.

"B-but, that *is* the na of the channel, bro! It’s called ’Shocking! Why Are n and Won, Young and Old, All Moved to Tears?! Turns Out, It’s Because They Ate...’"

"That’s its na?"

"Ah, yeah."

In that mont, Mo Si’s feelings were slightly complicated.

"Then what’s the strear’s na?"

"Jiang Jiujiu, I think."

’Juju. A cutesy, repetitive na. She must be a young girl.’

The thought flashed through his mind. Mo Si closed his terminal. "I’ve asked everything I needed to. You can go to the grand auditorium and join the soldiers."

"The recent training standards have been well-maintained. Continue to follow the current plan."

"Yes! Bro!"

"For the last ti, do not call

’bro’ in the barracks." Mo Si’s face truly darkened. "You should not be casually revealing our relationship here."

He was extrely intimidating when his face was dark. Mo Xin instantly deflated. "Okay, okay, Admiral. I’m sorry."

"Go to the auditorium."

As he was leaving the conference room, his back still conveyed a hint of dejection from the reprimand. But the mont he opened the door, Mo Si heard him start to sing.

"..."

’He sotis felt that his eldest uncle shouldn’t have sent Mo Xin to join the army,’ Mo Si thought.

’Even though he has talent.’