He was a man of action. After agreeing, Chen Yu imdiately opened his terminal. The connection between hosts only allowed them to see the other’s livestream screen and selectively hear the audio. It was impossible to sll anything.
To actually taste the food, you had to enter the other person’s livestream and try it for yourself.
And so, a bizarre scene unfolded during the PK battle.
Competitor A opened soone else’s livestream from within his own—
"It’s Jiang Jiujiu from the Gourt section. Let’s take a look."
Chen Yu clicked in to take a look. The image that greeted him was himself on the screen, watching himself on the screen. He joked, "My stream is a nesting doll right now." Then, he casually selected and entered Jiang Qiuqiu’s livestream.
He had only co in out of curiosity, but the mont he clicked in, an alluring aroma instantly wafted into his nostrils. It was rich and fragrant, seeming to imdiately soothe one’s inner restlessness.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed unconsciously. Chen Yu quickly saw a series of visually striking scenes.
The fans in his livestream often said he was ’a feast for the eyes’, but when he looked at himself, he thought he was just so-so. Nothing but a pretty face, not worth ntioning.
But at this mont, he felt he was seeing what ’a feast for the eyes’ truly ant.
This female host’s content was even more repetitive than his—just eating, nonstop. But Chen Yu found her stream far more captivating than his own.
Look at that close-up. He didn’t know what was being bitten into, but with a loud CRUNCH, everything was golden-brown, glistening under the lights and letting off wisps of steam...
His appetite was suddenly piqued.
At that mont, Jiang Qiuqiu was still eating shrimp and tofu tempura for her stream.
The shrimp was a rare delicacy, but the aroma of the fried tofu was in no way inferior. Its soft, tender interior was encased in a crispy fried shell. Dipped in a bit of sauce, one bite broke through that outer layer to reveal the delicate, smooth texture within. That silky sensation was simply divine.
Jiang Qiuqiu gradually beca lost in her al, spending less and less ti describing it.
As she was eating, she suddenly noticed that the number of viewers in her livestream had increased again.
They were already in the last ten minutes of the one-hour ti limit. After checking the ti, she saw that the scrolling comnts in her own livestream were incredibly active.
So she took a closer look.
[!!! Juju! The hottie from the other stream is watching you!]
"?"
’What do you an, the hottie from the other stream is watching my broadcast? Aren’t we in a PK battle?’ Jiang Qiuqiu paused for a mont, then pulled up the projection screen, eting Chen Yu’s gaze from thousands of miles away.
"Hello." Chen Yu raised his hand in greeting. It was a normal thing to do; after all, they were in public, under the watchful eyes of both their fanbases.
But—
On the projection screen, Chen Yu was clearly visible sitting at a long, classical-style table. In front of him was a projected white plate holding her small tempura set. He was even holding the tail of a small shrimp, using a sensor to taste the food.
...
???
’This is ridiculous, isn’t it?’
For a mont, she couldn’t hide the stunned look on her face.
The two hosts stared at each other from afar while the fans on both sides watched with gleaming eyes, scrutinizing the scene from every possible 360-degree angle.
Almost everyone caught Jiang Qiuqiu’s stunned expression. And then, everyone felt the exact sa way.
[SHOCKED, SHOCKED, JUJU IS SHOCKED! Never mind her, I’m shocked too!]
[Is the guy from the other stream so kind of modern-day philanthropist? Patronizing us during a PK battle?]
[This is so ridiculous]
[Juju’s expression is exactly the sa as mine was! I just casually invited Host Chen from the other stream, and he actually agreed to co?!]
[The brave soul above is the one who invited him?]
This was the consensus among Jiang Qiuqiu’s fans.
The rest ca from Chen Yu’s fans, who shared the sa sentint, along with their own overwhelming shock—
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