Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 597 - 616: Qian Song’s Happiness

[But in all the bullet comments and foodie communities, everyone seems to be hyping up this Jiang Broadcaster. Even Langlibaitiao himself said that Jiang Broadcaster is better...]

[I’m so curious.]

—Hey, OP, stop being curious! @OP Juju is live right now! The stream doesn’t end for another two hours, and she’s still got a lot of main dishes stewing in the pot that she hasn’t released yet. If you come camp the stream now, you might have a chance to grab one!

—Hurry up and come!

As more and more people started asking, the generous Ju people directly shared the link to Jiang Qiuqiu’s stream in the thread.

’They were guarding a treasure, and sharing that treasure might mean less for themselves! But! How could they not share someone as wonderful as Juju with others!’

’They had to make everyone acknowledge Juju’s cooking skills!’

And so, Jiang Qiuqiu, who was quietly making a mille-crepe cake, suddenly noticed that the viewer count in the top-right corner had gone up again.

Deftly lifting a thin crepe layer, she smiled. "It’s eight o’clock. I guess everyone’s getting off work, so the viewer count is going up again?"

[Not necessarily off work. Could be getting out of school (deadpan).]

[And not necessarily out of school, either. It might be because I made a post in the foodie stream communities and brought people over!]

[Newbie reporting in~]

[Speaking of which, how long has it been since we’ve seen the word ’newbie’ around here?]

[It’s probably because we’ve already roped in all the fans we can from this app. My Juju is already top-tier. If she wants more fans, we need to @Federation Live Broadcast Company and tell them to step it up! Make the app bigger so our Juju can get even more popular!]

[That’s right, that’s right. But we should still welcome the newbie. @Newbie]

’After a while, it wouldn’t be about tagging @Federation Live Broadcast Company, but about tagging @Little President Qian and herself.’

’She would have to rely on herself to build up the company and the app.’

’Thinking about it, she suddenly felt a thrill of entrepreneurial excitement.’

After a long time, Jiang Qiuqiu finally finished making enough layers for the mille-crepe cake. The process had taken quite a while, so to keep the stream’s energy up, she would release some food every so often.

The dish she brought out this time was a heavy hitter that had been stewing for ages. The moment she lifted the lid, a rich aroma wafted out.

The newcomers who had just joined the stream forgot all about chatting and quickly started trying to grab a portion.

After the flurry of excitement, it was time to prepare the cream and fruit. She didn’t have much fruit at home, just some bananas and strawberries. She quickly got to work.

It was nine o’clock, and Qian Song was making his rounds.

He was happy. Very happy. Exceptionally happy.

So happy he felt his mouth might split from smiling so wide.

Scheming his way to success and becoming the Qian Family’s openly acknowledged young master had cost him a great deal. This included using up what little love and patience Mr. Qian had for him—though perhaps there hadn’t been much to begin with.

But regardless of the reason, he had succeeded.

And with that success, he was one step closer to the position of heir.

Back then, watching that naive little young master’s expression shift through panic, disbelief, and shattered faith with every blow... Qian Song’s heart had filled with a joy that could overflow a river.

The entire river was his joy.

He had succeeded. He had personally humiliated Qian Xingxing—the boy who grew up coddled in a honey pot, who shared half his blood yet lived a completely different life.

But soon after, Qian Song found himself plunged into even greater sorrow and resentment.

Because he discovered that while Qian Duoduo attacked Qian Xingxing on the surface, while he seemingly gave Xingxing a hard time, deep down, he actually intended for Qian Xingxing to be the next successor?!

’How could that be allowed!’

’He was the one who should be at the helm!’