Wang Henli’s latest livestream was a huge success.
He played his ace in the hole—a recipe from his family’s cookbook. He had Tuantuan help with skewering and sorting the ingredients, careful not to use his daughter as a deliberate ploy for views.
The flavor of the skewers was a real knockout. Many fans finally swallowed their pride and were willing to tip Wang Henli for once.
Unlike Jiang Qiuqiu, he had a different approach.
He didn’t limit the quantity and set a high price. This ti, to climb the rankings and earn points, he set a simple rule: donate 100 points to the stream and receive a serving of three skewers.
The whales in his audience were thrilled, and their generous donations amounted to a huge windfall.
His sizable base of mid-tier fans each got a serving. While their individual donations seed small, the cumulative total was nothing to scoff at.
These two strategies combined instantly shot Wang Henli back to the top of the rankings, placing him in second, right behind Jiang Qiuqiu.
With his numbers back up, the advertisents that had been lined up were quickly rolled out.
Having been burned by his last marketing attempt, Wang Henli decided not to stir up drama involving others this ti. Instead, he focused the buzz entirely on himself.
His plan was to draw in a new wave of viewers, then make the skewers again along with so of his other popular dishes to push himself to the number one spot.
The data from the first half of the night looked great. Wang Henli discreetly posted on his social feed to express his joy, then drifted off to a sweet sleep, eagerly awaiting the fruits of his labor when he woke up.
But as it turned out—
???
The next morning, when he woke up, what the hell was he seeing?
’How could there possibly be a second stream in the Food section tagged with "skewers"?’ At first, he thought his managent team had made a mistake, but when he clicked on the topic—
The ridiculous atmosphere, the nonsensical comnts, a horde of giggling, obnoxious viewers... a familiar feeling washed over him. He looked again. ’It was Jiang Qiuqiu?’
He saw red. ’How is this possible? How could Jiang Qiuqiu have made skewers too? And on the sa day, of all tis?’
’This was a dish that only existed in recipes passed down from Ancient Earth...’
His eyes grew cold, and he stord into the woman’s room.
Tuantuan’s mother was holding her daughter, telling her a story. The rare winter sunlight cast a warm, peaceful glow over the morning scene.
Then the door was suddenly thrown open. She instinctively hid Tuantuan under the covers, but it was no use. The first thing the man did was rip the blanket away, then grab her by the hair and drag her onto the floor.
A searing pain shot from her scalp through her entire body. "Did you leak my recipe?"
"Did you take it and sell it? You bitch..."
"I didn’t." A look of stunned disbelief filled her eyes, which brimd with tears. "No, I don’t even know where the recipe is..."
"Don’t know? You know everything that goes on in this house!"
A series of sharp slaps rang out. Afterward, Wang Henli checked the woman’s terminal. Finding nothing unusual in her chat logs and no large deposits in her Star Network account, he stord out of the room in a huff.
For Wang Henli, finding nothing was not good news. It ant that Jiang Qiuqiu genuinely knew how to make the dish.
’Could it be—’
’She has a recipe, too.’
In his mind, the threat his rival posed suddenly grew much larger.
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The buzz surrounding skewers gradually grew.
No one had ever had such a novel food before. The idea of putting all sorts of different ingredients on a stick, cooking them in a pot, and then eating them with various seasonings sounded fascinating.
But newcors, drawn in by the hype, quickly discovered sothing odd. Huh, two different strears were making the exact sa dish!
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