The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 160: Chapter 160 Live Face Slapping

Daodao, just like Nian Shutong, once he promised, he would do it without any delay.

He started by searching through novels, choosing one to immediately present to everyone in its entirety rather than serializing it.

Straight to the entertaining part!

Online, Immortal Slaying fans and Little Sweet’s fans were hurling insults.

Immortal Slaying fans: “We aren’t reasonable! We can insult Wengong ourselves, but you can’t!”

Little Sweet’s fans: “A bunch of idiots! It’s not even the person themselves, we’re criticizing the one who copied our Sweet’s broadcast.”

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Little River Live fans: “Even though I don’t understand much about Mr. Xiao He, there seems to be an aura of a mysterious big shot around him.”

Earth Bar fans: “When will our Mr. come up with some poetry to boost the excitement?”

Fans from all sides stuck to their own.

However, it was still mostly people enjoying the drama that prevailed and, regardless, the streaming room was packed again tonight.

At six fifty, Star Network’s streaming platform was already overcrowded with traffic jumping to hundreds of millions and still rising.

At six fifty-eight, Little Sweet’s broadcast started first.

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“Oops, two minutes early,” said Little Sweet with a white chef hat, sticking out her tongue apologetically.

Actually, it was intentional.

Being early even by a minute meant capturing the traffic first.

She had already started making dumplings, appearing steadfast and gentle in her broadcast, seemingly never complaining or mentioning plagiarism, yet seemingly hinting at everything.

“[Go Sweet, we support you.]”

“[In the streaming world, there are hardly any as genuinely talented as our Sweet.]”

“[Exactly, it’s all just a facade managed by teams behind the curtains.]”

“[Cut it out! That other broadcast doesn’t even show their face.]”

“[Probably too ugly to show their face!]”

The comment section was full of praise for Little Sweet, but many attracted newcomers felt uncomfortable, sensing bitterness.

On the screen, Little Sweet said with a cute smile to the camera, “Everyone, don’t be upset, the real can’t be faked and the fake can’t become real.”

Her words only added fuel to the fire.

Many viewers felt like they had entered some sort of grand battle drama?

“[Mr. Xiao He next door has started his live broadcast too.]”

“[If you want to watch pirated versions, please leave. Don’t chirp around here.]”

“[What the hell? I’ll stay wherever I love! You control everything, but you can’t control speech!]”

Little Sweet, still donning her sweet smile, was kneading dough and gently advised, “Everyone is free to watch whatever they choose.”

“[Sweet is beautiful both inside and out.]”

“[And she’s talented too! Not like those thieves.]”

“[Hey hey hey! Guys, let’s go, Mr. Xiao He is going to livestream several kinds of stuffed dishes tonight!]”

“[I’m gone!]”

“[Hurry, stick around to watch!]”

Yu Zeming, using a secondary account, yelled around and then left Little Sweet’s broadcast very satisfied.

Meanwhile, Little Sweet’s streaming room lost almost a third of its viewers in the blink of an eye. Little Sweet’s face darkened a bit, but she managed well.

“Going to watch is also good, you’ll understand once you see.”

To this point, Little Sweet was still gambling, betting that not many would go to Xiao He’s broadcast.

As someone possessing inherited recipes, even though not complete, she was still better than many.

She didn’t believe.

She bet that the other party’s gun had no bullets.

Meanwhile, in Xiao He’s streaming room, Fu Yunhe only showed his hands, with the entire broadcast lacking any gimmicks.

He started plainly and went straight into the theme.

“Today’s livestream focuses on flour-based dishes, specifically stuffed dishes.”

“Due to the variety, I’ve prepared some things in advance. I’ll give everyone a brief explanation before I start.”

“The first step is making the dough, and we have a few methods. The first is leavened dough, which involves adding some alkaline and warm water to the flour. Cover it and let it sit for a few hours.”

At this moment, Fu Yunhe picked up a bowl, removed the lid, and said, “You can visibly see the dough has expanded. Touch it, and it feels airy. If you tear it open, it has a honeycomb structure, which means it has leavened properly.”

“The second method is scalding the dough with boiling water. Remember not to use your hands.”

Fu Yunhe cracked a small joke and continued to show the audience the dough prepared with boiling water.

“The next step is the normal dough-making process—mixing with cold water for a firmer dough used in dumplings, and warm water for a softer dough used in steamed dumplings or filled pancakes.”

Fu Yunhe kept explaining with clear organization and concise language that made it easy to learn.

[It’s such a pleasure watching, even though I can’t cook.]

[And it’s all solid content, not a single pointless word.]

[Paired with Mr. Xiao He’s voice, it feels so enjoyable, completely relaxing.]

[Upstairs is relaxing, but my mom is taking notes! She doesn’t trust recording screens and pens; she insists on writing everything down with paper and pen.]

[Ha Ha Ha Ha! You’re not alone upstairs; my grandfather is also taking notes. He says this is all real skill, actual recipes.]

[Mr. Xiao He is really generous. Other hosts keep their recipes tightly sealed. If someone used this to make money, they could be sued into bankruptcy.]

[Exactly. My whole family needs to thank Mr. Xiao He. Remember that method for cooking fish? It helped my mom set up a small fish stall and our family’s doing so much better now.]

[Am I the only one counting how many kinds of dough there are?]

[No! You’re not alone.]

[Add ten thousand and one.]

While livestreaming, Fu Yunhe was keeping an eye on the comments. Seeing people mention the recipes, he glanced unintentionally at Nian Shutong and thought of what she had said to him.

“It’s not that I’m generous with the recipes. I’m just half a chef who follows the recipes.”

“The truly generous person is someone else. I shared your doubt, and when I asked her, she told me that joy shared is joy doubled, and only those who help others reach their goals can achieve their own.”

[What does that mean?]

[It sounds so cultured.]

[Is there an even greater person behind Mr. Xiao He?]

[Let me explain these phrases, as a member of the Poetry Club. Joy shared is joy doubled means it’s better to be happy together than alone. Only those who help others reach their goals can achieve their own means that you can only reach your own goals by helping others.]

[A wise person.]

[In an instant, it feels so grand.]

[Such breadth of mind is beyond my reach.]

[Upstairs must be from the Poetry Club!]

[Regardless, this person is impressive.]

[Admirable. You have no idea how big the stakes are here!]

How big?

Off camera, Nian Shutong saw this comment too. She was a bit curious, but she didn’t want to delve too deep and risk switching sides.

However, she really had said those words, but it was all just to tease Fu Yunhe. She wasn’t that grand.

The main reason was that she had too many recipes. If she shared them all, there might be public outrage.

So, she simply made everything free to use. Who knows, it might even bring some good karma.

As for whether to charge in the future, she’d decide based on how she felt.

In the livestream room at the moment, Fu Yunhe had already started making the dough items. However, he only made about five of each kind before moving on.

“This one is called a pan-fried bun…”

“This one is a dumpling soup…”

“This one is shumai…”

“This one is xiao long bao…”

“This one is soup dumpling…”