"The Agricultural College has started selling tofu recently. When I bought so earlier, I took a look at your shopping comnts..." Jiang Qiuqiu trailed off for a mont. "For the next ten minutes, I’m going to teach you how to make a very simple dish that almost anyone can prepare: tomato and tofu soup."
She held up the cherry tomatoes she had prepared earlier.
’Juju’s Little Spatula cooking class is now in session! Tomato and tofu soup is just too easy. If you can’t even learn how to make this—’
’Then you might as well just obediently wait for Lady Luck to smack you with a prize.’
Every step of making the tomato and tofu soup was conventional. Jiang Qiuqiu controlled her timing and pace, pausing to explain each seasoning as she added it. She covered everything—from sautéing the tomatoes to release their juices, to adding water and tofu, to which side dishes could be included, and how to adjust the flavor to one’s own preference.
In less than ten minutes, a pot of incredibly appetizing tomato and tofu soup was ready.
Jiang Qiuqiu took a sip herself. Her eyes crinkled shut as she let out a soft SIGH, the very picture of pure bliss.
"Now that it’s winter, you should all give this a try. Make a bowl of hot, sweet-and-sour soup. Whether you’re making it for a boyfriend, girlfriend, or family, it’s a wonderful choice."
"Alright, that’s all for today’s live stream! It’s the PK season, so I’ll be online every day. I’ll see you all tomorrow!" she said, waving to the cara bot.
[See you!]
[See you tomorrow!]
[I’m so happy you’ll be back tomorrow!]
Amid the audience’s wave of enthusiasm, Jiang Qiuqiu’s first PK match ca to an end.
The first half of the second round of standard PKs used a format where competitors barely interacted. A small icon would simply appear on the opponent’s screen, and the only other point of contact was an announcent of their stats after their stream concluded.
This was all quite ordinary. After all, everyone knew that stats in the gourt section were always a mixed bag—it all ca down to personal taste.
"Your opponent, Jiang Juju, has finished her live stream."
"Viewership: 631.1 million. Active comnters: 311 million. Tasting participants: 630 million. Raters: 497 million. Composite score: 4.99 (out of a 5-point maximum). You’ll have to keep up the good work, too!~"
"..."
At that mont, the strear competing against Jiang Qiuqiu heard the viewership count, the active comnter count, and the rating figures: ???
’Was the hand holding her spatula... trembling? And when she looked at her own viewership numbers?’
’A PK? Holy crap. She knew everyone said Jiang Juju was a beast, but she’d never experienced firsthand just *how* much of a beast. And now they were competing on the sa stage? Waaaah, this was like soone driving a cha to squash a freshly sprouted little cabbage!’
That day, Jiang Juju’s na was once again on everyone’s lips in the Federation’s live-streaming gourt community. She had been the favorite to win the championship before she disappeared from the public eye. Everyone thought she had withdrawn from the second round of PKs due to illness, but no one expected—
Her short break had rely been the prelude to a powerhouse’s teoric rise.
Unquestionably, the first match was a victory.
-
After tidying up the kitchen, Jiang Qiuqiu carried a plate of Mapo Tofu over rice and a bowl of soup into the living room.
"You must have been bored sitting here this whole ti, huh?" Having just finished her stream, her cheeks were still slightly flushed. "I think I’ve really recovered. My spiritual power still feels plentiful even after all that cooking, and there’s no pain in my Spirit Sea at all."
"Not at all," Mo Si said as he accepted the dinner from Jiang Qiuqiu. "Watching the stream live in person is quite interesting."
"Now that you ntion it, I’d almost forgotten you used to watch my streams," Jiang Qiuqiu said as she also sat down, leaning against the sofa. "What do you think is better, watching it on a screen or seeing it all in person?"
Mo Si paused for a mont to think.
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