The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead - Chapter 266

Chapter 266: Chapter 264: Poetry Warm-up

Shutong didn’t pay any attention to Daodao and Little Eight; it was indeed rare for her to witness the two little ones coexisting harmoniously.

Although the basis of their harmony was a joint attack on her, the owner and host.

Indeed, to become friends, it’s okay to have different likes, but dislikes definitely have to be the same.

At that moment in the live stream, Yun He had already put the edamame into the water to boil and started on his next culinary challenge.

“Next, I’m going to make beef meatballs, but I want to remind everyone that I might fail.”

[Ha Ha Ha Ha! It’s my first time seeing such an honest streamer.]

[Mr. Xiao He, the wind was too strong just now; I didn’t hear you clearly, please say it again.]

[Mr. Xiao He still takes the road less traveled.]

[No matter what, I just like it.]

[Me too, after a day of work, this has become my place of relaxation.]

[So true, I love this atmosphere.]

While everyone continued discussing, Yun He carried on with his unique live stream.

“This beef meatball, I might not make it well, but that’s okay, we have a chef.”

There was a pair of hands that reached into the camera’s view.

These hands, with many wrinkles and calluses, clearly had long fingers.

Though, under the camera, there was a stark contrast with Yun He’s hands.

“Don’t underestimate these hands; they are truly magical. Any food that comes into their grasp turns into a mouthwatering delight.”

Yun He smacked his lips, making a sound that suggested he was craving it.

“Just thinking about it makes me drool.”

[I’ve noticed, ever since you started streaming and making us drool, you’ve completely let yourself go.]

[Indeed, I always thought you were a noble young master with a passion for cooking.]

[Ha Ha Ha, you’re absolutely right.]

[No matter what, I like it.]

[I’m not saying I don’t like it; it’s just that you now seem very down-to-earth.]

[Exactly, I’ve always thought you looked good but somewhat distant.]

[Now it feels like you’re just like us.]

Yun He looked at the comments and simply said with clarity, “As long as you’re happy.”

“Next, our chef and I will make the beef meatballs together; you’ll be able to compare and see if I’m telling the truth.”

Beneath the camera, two pairs of hands got to work.

The first step was chopping the beef.

“The beef needs to be chopped well to get a good chew.”

“Clang, clang, clang….”

The sound of chopping beef was incessant.

[I really believe it now, seeing the actions of the two, it turns out Mr. Xiao He is so… lacking!]

[Although Mr. Xiao He is better than I am, this chef that came afterwards is just too impressive.]

[Exactly, each of his cuts seems to have precise positioning, and he uses two knives!]

[Mr. Xiao He’s movements seem a bit too casual.]

On the camera, Yun He was holding a kitchen knife and indeed chopping the meat in a haphazard manner, but it was different with Master Fan; each of his movements seemed to hit exactly the right spot.

After the beef filling was ready, they both started adding seasonings.

Yun He was precise to the gram because he himself wasn’t too sure, and being exact was actually the simplest method for him.

But when it came to Master Fan, it was a bit of this, a bit of that.

[Although I understand, what exactly are ‘these’?]

[Completely confused!]

“[This is the power of a true chef, completely reliant on intuition.]”

“[Can it really be like that? My grandfather is a chef and he says that a true chef’s hand is an accurately calibrated scale.]”

Whether Mr. Fan’s hands are scales or not, no one knows, but they are indeed very agile.

By this time, he had already started to mix the meat filling. You could see Fu Yunhe’s meat filling being mixed for a long time, still somewhat loose.

Then looking at Mr. Fan’s side, one could visually see the beef had been stirred to the right consistency.

“[Today’s live broadcast theme is about how the host brings about their own downfall.]”

“[Ha Ha! Saying it like that really hits the nail on the head, other hosts are afraid of being criticized, but Mr. Xiao He actively admits, ‘I’m not good, I’m not impressive.’]”

“[About finding one’s own competitors and then crashing and burning.]”

“[To the person above, let’s be honest, are you a news writer? That headline, I have a feeling it’ll pop up on Star Network tomorrow.]”

“[It’s over, I actually enjoy watching Mr. Xiao He’s disasters.]”

“[Ha ha ha ha! You’re not alone upstairs, I enjoy it too.]”

Fu Yunhe’s kind of actions, which would be seen as suicidal by other hosts, are actually accepted just like that by everyone.

It made other hosts who also watched Little River Live feel a bit sour.

Why is that? They all have to carefully maintain their own personas, but look, even when he plays like this, his fans still buy it?

It’s infuriating!

Really, comparing oneself to others will drive you crazy.

Even if they wanted to emulate this kind of live stream in their hearts, they didn’t dare, and their companies wouldn’t allow it.

Not every live stream can be Little River Live.

During the live stream, Fu Yunhe and Mr. Fan had already prepared the meat filling, and the next step was squeezing the meatballs.

“Hold a handful of meat filling in the palm of your hand, and squeeze out the meatball between the gaps of your fingers.”

No sooner had he spoken than Fu Yunhe squeezed out a meatball.

“[I thought meatballs were supposed to be round.]”

“[You’re killing me, are you inventing a new kind of boiled meat filling?]”

“[Boiled meat filling, not bad at all!]”

“[You really can’t compare, look at Mr. Fan’s.]”

“[My goodness, does he have a machine installed in his hand? They look exactly alike.]”

“[Mr. Xiao He, look at the chef next to you, that’s what you call meatballs.]”

Under the camera, at Mr. Fan’s station, each meatball was round and smooth, almost identical in size, floating in the water.

Looking at Fu Yunhe’s, the meatballs were irregular in shape, rough on the surface, and there were even loose bits of beef scattered in the pot.

The comparison was a bit brutal.

“[It’s too funny!]”

“[My mom said that the first time she made seafood balls, they looked just like Mr. Xiao He’s.]”

“[Exactly, Mr. Xiao He is already better than most people.]”

“[Right, don’t be sad!]”

Without stopping the work of his hands, Fu Yunhe said, without a hint of sadness, “This is my second time making these meatballs. When I did live streams before, I had to practice many times before I could show everyone.”

“But from now on, I won’t be afraid, because we have the great chef, Mr. Fan.”

“[I have a feeling that this won’t be Mr. Xiao He’s only downfall.]”

“[Not just this once, this time it’s really just the beginning of him letting loose.]”

“[I think it’s quite fun.]”

“[It is really fun.]”

Fu Yunhe’s letting loose surprisingly garnered support from everyone. When he began to cook the meatballs, he brought up the advice from Yu Zeming.

“In two days, Star Network will host a poetry and verse challenge, and my good friend Earth Bar will also participate. I hope everyone can show a lot of support.”