Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Little Celestial Boy Descends to the Mortal World
Jiang Qiuqiu had barely finished her livestream when ii called her, wasting no ti.
As a relatively new junior editor, ii had never witnessed anything on this scale.
Once she was on the hopage, the viewers ca in droves.
"Qiuqiu, your data growth is fantastic!"
"Your retention rate is especially high, and the number of likes, comnts, and paying users is leaving everyone else in the dust."
Her voice was filled with unconcealable joy. "If you can keep up this growth rate, you’ll have a permanent spot on the hopage in no ti!"
This day had co sooner than Jiang Qiuqiu expected. But for so reason, the joy welling up inside her wasn’t about earning more money, but about gaining more fans.
Even in this new era, her career was still blossoming brilliantly.
"I’ll keep it steady."
"We all believe in you!" ii and Little President Qian were Jiang Qiuqiu’s staunchest supporters. "By the way, Qiuqiu, since the data is so outstanding, do you want to increase the number of your livestreams?"
More frequent streams could help her build popularity faster and solidify her fanbase.
"No, I’ll pass." The benefits were tempting, but she knew not to take every opportunity that ca her way. "I just changed the livestream schedule. Besides, so of my recent dishes need a lot of prep ti, and streaming every day would be too rushed."
"That’s true. The operations team just asked
to ntion it, so it’s fine to stick with what you’re doing. If you ask , giving the Star Network so ti to breathe will actually generate more buzz for you."
After chatting a bit more about the livestream, Jiang Qiuqiu let out a soft yawn.
’Qiuqiu must be getting sleepy.’ ii then rembered sothing and asked, a little sheepishly, "Um... Qiuqiu, that dish you made on the stream today, do you have any extra scans?"
"I do. What’s up?"
"Could you send one to
privately? There were too many people today, and I didn’t manage to get one." Sister Mingi felt a little embarrassed. At forty-two, she was still making such requests just to satisfy a craving.
"Of course." Jiang Qiuqiu was about to send it over when, after a bit of rustling on the other end, ii asked, "Could you actually send two?"
"Why? Did Little President Qian not get one either?"
"No, he got one. He just wants another bowl."
Jiang Qiuqiu: ...
"I’ve sent them over."
After cleaning up the kitchen, Jiang Qiuqiu ate a few bowls of spicy blood curd with Rice and put the leftovers into the stasis box.
She had been livestreaming for nearly half a month now, and the number of dishes in the stasis box was growing. It was packed with a dazzling array, almost to the point of overflowing.
Besides, so of the food had been in there for quite a while...
If she didn’t eat it soon, it would go bad.
Jiang Qiuqiu stared at the stasis box for a mont. ’I think there’s a stray animal shelter outside the Starry Sky Roaming District—’
’Maybe I should donate so of this food?’
’Forget it. I’ll think about it tomorrow. I’m too tired now.’
Nothing was more important than sleep.
「Elsewhere.」
The editorial office of the Federation’s Livestreaming Division.
Tonight, only ii and Little President Qian were still working overti.
The main office was deserted. The two of them were in a small conference room, slurping up bowls of spicy blood curd.
It was their first ti—oh, no, it was ii’s first ti. Little President Qian was already on his second helping.
The spiciness went straight to his head, leaving his lips tingling and numb. When he accidentally bit into a bright red chili, he even saw a flash of white light.
For Little President Qian, the flavor was absolutely thrilling.
He let out a sharp HISS of air, panting from the heat, but he couldn’t stop himself from taking another bite.
"The flavor of this food is incredible."
His tongue felt a little clumsy from the spice, but he continued his review. "But it’s so, so good!"
"If I’d known she had dishes like this in her repertoire, I wouldn’t have been worried at all. We’re golden, totally golden."
With that, he took a blissful sip of the broth.
ii: ...
She thought she looked ungraceful enough while eating, but she never expected Little President Qian, the son of a magnate, to be even more of a ss.
But for so reason, under the warm yellow lights, his sowhat unrefined movents had a unique charm.
’It was like a celestial being who had descended to the mortal realm.’
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