The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 116: Chapter 116 Tofu Follow-up
 

Two minutes later.

Fu Yunhe’s handsome fingers lifted the glass lid.

In the virtual livestream, the mildly spicy but not pungent aroma made many unconsciously swallow their saliva.

[Hurry up! I can’t control myself anymore!]

[It’s no use, my mom is asking me why I’m licking the screen.]

[I’ve already bought chili and eggs at home, just lacking tofu!]

[Rich folks spotted in the comment section above!]

[Chili is 3000 Star Coins a piece! A piece!]

[I just want to try the virtual tasting, hurry up and start, please!]

Fu Yunhe had already begun to portion out the plates, each one containing only a piece of tofu, drizzled with a bit of sauce.

“200 tasting spots open, let’s begin.”

They were gone in a second from the start.

[Ah— I didn’t grab a spot again!]

[Why am I crying? Because I snagged one! Ha Ha Ha Ha!]

[This crunchy and numbing sensation, love it! Absolutely love it!]

[So it turns out cooked chili tastes this good, I feel like I’ve missed out on a lot.]

[Host, there are too few tasting spots! Please open more!]

[Seconded, please do!]

Under the camera, Fu Yunhe had already started to tidy up the dishes. He looked at the comments, his eyes, hidden from the camera, held some deep meaning.

“I would like to open more too, but unfortunately, I’m not at that level yet.”

“Thank you for your support today. The real food will be sold at my small shop soon, shop code nine fours.”

“Goodbye, and have a wonderful day.”

Fu Yunhe ended the livestream.

Right after ending the stream, he saw Nian Shutong giving him a thumbs up, conveying praise.

“Do you think someone will promote us, and there will be more people tomorrow?”

Fu Yunhe washed his hands and replied, “It’s uncertain, but I think some won’t be able to resist.”

“How does one level up in livestreaming? Are there particular requirements?”

“Within ten million, you’re a small streamer. Over ten million, you’ve got a bit of a name,” Fu Yunhe dried his hands and continued, “Interstellar people count by the hundreds of millions; at the very least, you need over one hundred million to be considered part of the livestream circle.”

One hundred million?

They were at just over three hundred thousand now, a considerable distance from one hundred million.

But with the Internet, things change in the blink of an eye — who knows?

After today’s livestream ended, indeed, people started to spread the word in their circles to draw more viewers, hoping to open more tasting spots.

What they didn’t realize, however, was that while the livestream room might have more people and more tasting spots, the difficulty of securing one seemed to remain unchanged.

But everyone was undeterred, focusing on the increase first.

Who’s to say they wouldn’t be the lucky one?

Meanwhile, a group of hardcore fans guarding the shop managed to snag the tofu the instant it was available.

The first fan, Liu Cheng, encountered misfortune today and failed to grab any.

The Liu Family.

“Damn kid! Your luck’s gone downhill!” Mr. Liu was pacing back and forth in irritation.

Liu Cheng pouted and looked at his empty pending payment section with tearful eyes.

This was too hard!

Now everyone was savvy, lying in wait ahead of time.

“Dad… I… Hmm? What’s that smell?” Liu Cheng kept sniffing. The scent of green pepper tofu?

He didn’t doubt his sense of smell for a moment, having been “marinated” in that livestream for so long.

“What are you up to now, stinker?”

“Shh!” Liu Cheng gestured towards the second floor, and in the blink of an eye, Mr. Liu nodded in understanding and quietly followed behind Liu Cheng.

The two made it to the second floor, to Mrs. Liu’s room.

Liu Cheng was mouthing the count—one, two, three—when Mr. Liu pulled him to one side.

“What time do you think it is to be still counting!”

“Bam!”

Mr. Liu charged in and a loud roar followed: “Keep the tofu in your mouth!”