Everyone In The Universe Is My Food Fan

Chapter 184

After ending the communication, Jiang Qiuqiu thought for a moment, opened her account, and searched for Wang Henry in the search bar.

Soon, an avatar with a golden crown and the suffix “Federal Live Food Zone’s Number One Streamer” appeared in front of her.

He did look quite impressive.

Upon entering his homepage, the number of followers exceeded 25 billion. Even in the era of billions of inhabitants, this follower count was remarkable.

Scrolling down to his live streams, the covers were unified, and the text titles were prominent. Judging solely from appearances, Wang Henry seemed to be indeed a more capable streamer.

To gain a deeper understanding, Jiang Qiuqiu watched some of his recorded streams.

As soon as she started, Jiang Qiuqiu understood why Ming Mei would say he had his unique style.

His live streams were not just about cooking; it was a combination of ‘Doting Dad + Cute Baby.’

She randomly selecting a few recorded videos, the beginning of each showed a tall, muscular man with a slightly burly build, gently asking a little doll with chestnut-colored natural curls and light brown pupils, “Tuantuan, what would you like to eat today?”

The little doll answered sourly, sweetly, bitterly, and spicy, and then the streamer Wang Henry started cooking dishes named after his ‘daughter.’

A mix of tough masculinity, tender moments, and initial conflicts, combined with the undeniable cuteness of the little doll, even someone like Jiang Qiuqiu, who had some conflicts with Wang Henry, couldn’t help but think she was adorable.

Onlookers were even more so.

As expected, the barrage was filled with praises for the father-daughter interactions.

After the father-daughter interaction, it was the cooking segment. Wang Henry’s knife skills were quite good, living up to his title as a chef. Cooking involved-

Timing, color, and pairing.

In this era of gastronomy, the culinary skills he displayed were indeed commendable.

The cooking segment lasted for about 50 minutes, with occasional appearances of the little doll for 5-10 minutes. Whether huddling by the man’s legs or leaning by the pots and pans, she watched the finished dishes.

It indeed made the dishes look delicious, and people were tempted to try them.

However, as it was a recorded video, there was no data on taste-testing recorded. If someone wanted to taste the dishes, they would have to catch this streamer’s live stream.

That would have to wait for another time; for now, Jiang Qiuqiu decided to see what he had been up to recently.

Both of them live streamed every other day-Jiang Qiuqiu streamed at night, and Wang Henry happened to stream in the morning.

Today’s live stream had just ended; he had made a new dish, pumpkin, which had just been released by the Agricultural Research Institute.

Pumpkin.

Jiang Qiuqiu decided that for her next live stream, she would also make pumpkin dishes.

In the afternoon, after finishing the preparations for the evening’s showcase, Jiang Qiuqiu kept her promise to go to Mo Chengyu’s house for mental power training.

Mo Si was waiting for her.

“You’re here.”

“Are you waiting for me?” Pushing the door open, the young man’s face revealed a look of anticipation.

The recent unhappiness seemed to dissipate somewhat. For the first time, Jiang Qiuqiu realized that she was also someone who judges others by appearances.

“Yeah, waiting for you. You’re a bit late today.”

“Sorry, I was cooking. I-”

“No need to apologize.” Mo Si shook his head. His gaze was serious; he had been observing the things happening in Jiang Qiuqiu’s live stream room and the industry during this period.

Previously, he only knew that the darkness was in the zerg field, and the political arena was unfair.

He didn’t expect that in a small live streaming company, within a live stream room, so many things could happen.

She was still so young, still a child who should be basking in the spring breeze at school. Yet, she was forced to experience these things, persist in training, and earn money to sustain her life.

Thinking of this, Mo Si couldn’t help but soften a bit. He reached out, and originally intended to pat Jiang Qiuqiu’s head to comfort her.

Thinking of something, he instead patted her shoulder. “You’ve worked hard. You can come later if you’re too tired.”

“You’re already working very hard.”