A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

Su Niannian leaned against the door frame, laughing so hard her shoulders trembled, the wooden spoon in her hand swaying back and forth.

Bai Weiwei squatted by the brazier, the pine log slipped from her hand, sending sparks flying.

Ye Xingyu had just picked up the cup of warm water when she heard "twenty-eighth floor," so she turned her wrist and put the cup back on the table.

Shen Qingci stepped out of the inner room carrying a plate of sliced ​​fruit, her gaze sweeping over the few lines of red text on the screen.

"His sister's risk management was very effective."

Chen Lang nodded, "The right medicine for the illness."

Qin Feng's accusations continue.

You guys should at least try to get justice for me!

[I, the esteemed young master of the Qin family, now need my secretary's approval to even go downstairs to buy a cup of coffee!]

My sister has the finance department monitoring my tipping history 24/7, saying if I dare exceed the budget again, she'll send me to a course on reshaping my spending habits!

The style of the comment section suddenly changed.

[Hahahaha, Qin Shao is sweating buckets in front of his own sister, little brother!]

[Well done, Sister Qin Shuang! I suggest welding the door shut!]

[I feel sorry for Qin Shao for three seconds, but I'll laugh for the rest of the time.]

[Other people's domineering CEOs: It's getting cold, Wang Po. Young Master Qin: Sis, I want to go out.]

[This bloodline suppression is too pure.]

Listen to my advice, don't jump out the window. Your sister is absolutely capable of moving to another building.

Is it appropriate to not charge admission for this show's comedic effect?

The number of online users was pushed to a peak of 400,000 during this period, firmly holding the top spot on the platform's entertainment section's real-time popularity chart.

Qin Feng, bearing the top spot on the leaderboard and the dark gold title, tried his best to save face.

The person was detained, but I'm still paying the bill.

All the lucky bags, red envelopes, and raffle prizes tonight are on me.

[The 100,000 red envelopes have been approved in the background. Master, quickly point the camera at that pot of chicken soup!]

I want to attend this banquet online! Please save me a chair!

Chen Lang tapped the control panel with his knuckles, causing the levitating ball to rise and sweep towards the kitchen.

The camera panned along the edge of the casserole. Golden chicken fat floated on the soup, and large chunks of wild mushrooms soaked up the broth. Bai Weiwei grabbed a handful of chopped green onions and sprinkled them on, adding a touch of vibrant green.

Su Niannian held the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of boiling soup, and blew on it twice.

"Young Master Qin, watch closely."

She swallowed it in one gulp, facing the camera.

In the live stream, Qin Feng displayed a screen full of question marks.

【？？？？？？？？？？？】

You have no heart!!!

The live chat exploded again.

[Sister Su's soup deals zero physical damage but has maximum magical penetration.]

[Take a screenshot; Qin Shao's expression right now could definitely be made into a timeless classic.]

The suspended ball moved backward, bypassing the wooden table.

Ye Xingyu was opening a beer bottle. The termination ruling was placed in a transparent folder and pressed against the wooden cabinet behind her.

The words written in black and white are no longer a noose around the neck; they have degenerated into a piece of waste paper that has already been turned over.

The camera zooms in on the rattan chair.

Shen Qingci sat to Chen Lang's right, holding an orange in her hand. She peeled the orange with her fingernails, and her slender, fair fingers carefully removed the white pith from the flesh.

The orange segments were sorted clean and neatly arranged into a small white porcelain dish to Chen Lang's left.

Chen Lang reached out his left hand and picked up a petal.

"I injured my right arm; my right hand is useless, but I can still peel oranges with my left hand."

Shen Qingci didn't lift her eyelids and continued processing the remaining half of the orange.

"The doctor advised reducing physical activity."

"The part of the body the doctor is referring to is the right side."

"I've added the left side as well."

Chen Lang popped the orange segment into his mouth, the juice bursting out, and he didn't say anything more to refute it.

The barrage of comments surged into a new wave.

[The tough guy who floored the gas pedal and flew off a cliff last night is now being forced to sit in a chair and fed oranges tonight?]

[Navigator Shen's mandatory post-race custody mode is now online!]

[Lang Shen controlled four motors on the track, but back in the yard, Shen Qingci took full control.]

[Hilarious! His left-hand usage privileges were completely revoked.]

The warmth and life in this courtyard is absolutely wonderful; I'm so envious.

[Watching live streams while working overtime, watching them eat and banter, has really relaxed my shoulder muscles.]

[The unscripted daily life is a million times more entertaining than those artificially sweetened variety shows.]

The suspended ball continued to rise.

An earthen wall enclosed a patch of lamplight, the pine wood in the brazier burned brightly, and the clay pot bubbled and steamed.

Bai Weiwei served the last two stir-fried dishes. Su Niannian tapped the rim of her bowl with her chopsticks to grab a chicken leg. Ye Xingyu held her porcelain bowl and laughed so hard she bent over. Shen Qingci pushed the teacup in front of Chen Lang three inches to the left.

Last night's mud, torrential rain, cliffs, and deadly traps were kept outside the courtyard wall.

Tonight, every chair around the long table is occupied by people gulping down soup.

The live stream consistently topped the popularity charts, with the number of online viewers remaining firmly at 380,000.

Official media accounts gave a thumbs-up, and the local cultural and tourism bureau left an invitation on the public screen, asking Chen Lang to lead a team on an ecological tour of Erhai Lake after his recovery.

The troll accounts have completely disappeared.

The top-ranked player's hundred carnivals were the most stubborn rejection.

Bai Weiwei put the pot lid down and turned around to get a bowl.

"The free-range chicken and mushroom hot pot is ready, serve!"

The chairs were dragged across the stone floor, and everyone took their seats.

Chen Lang picked up the last orange segment that Shen Qingci handed him, picked up the teacup with his left hand, and touched it to the lens of the floating sphere.

"Thank you to the brothers who stayed until the finish line last night."

"Ye Xingyu got the contract back, and we also brought back first place in the competition."

"Tonight's dinner is a thank you to everyone who stayed up with us. I remember all your gifts and messages."

"Support rationally, don't bother anyone, and come visit Dali sometime in the future, it's really beautiful here."

The screen was filled with comments.

[Wandering God, we want to see the free-range chicken and mushroom hot pot!]

I'm not watching the races tonight, watching you guys eat is fine too!

Save me a portion of the Dali free-range chicken and mushroom hot pot; I'll try to get there right away!

Chen Lang glanced at the rapidly scrolling messages and a nonchalant smile appeared on his lips.

Last night I showed you the winding Nine Bends of Dali; tonight I'll show you Dali home-style cooking.

He put the teacup back on the table and raised his hand to adjust the camera angle of the levitating ball.

"We can't race for now, but we still need to eat. There's free-range chicken, wild mushrooms, and a few dishes that Weiwei just cooked in the pot. Anyone who's hungry, sit down and let's continue."

The camera pans around the wooden table and gets close to the edge of the clay pot, where the soup noodles are bubbling and the chicken oil is gently swaying with the steam. The mushrooms are soaking up the broth, and scallion segments float on the golden soup noodles.

Bai Weiwei stood by the pot with a bowl in her hand, while Su Niannian scooped up a piece of chicken leg with a spoon. Ye Xingyu distributed chopsticks to everyone.

The comments section was flooded with messages again.

This is what a victory celebration should be like!

[Stay still, show me the chicken leg first!]

[The wandering god's right arm is injured, who will be responsible for serving him food?]

[Xiao Qing, the resigning employee, is already sitting next to him; the answer is obvious.]

Chen Lang zoomed out, and the courtyard wall, brazier, wooden table, and people sitting around it came back into the frame.

"Let's get the rules straight: today we're just having a meal. No car stunts, no cliff jumping, and no accepting orders from Young Master Qin remotely."

Qin Feng's Dark Gold account immediately displayed a line of text.

"Master, I'm paying, so I have a say!"

I want chicken drumsticks, mushrooms, and a bowl of soup. If I'm missing even one of these, you're ruining the party!

Su Niannian picked up a wooden spoon and tapped the side of the casserole.

"You're not even here, but you've got a whole table full of demands."

Chen Lang took the teacup that Shen Qingci pushed towards him and glanced at the camera.

"Young Master Qin, even when attending a banquet in the cloud, you have to follow the rules. Watch us eat first, and once your sister releases the guests, we'll save you a seat for tomorrow night."

[Qin Shao: I want to fly right now!]

[Sister Qin Shuang, please let Young Master Qin out for dinner!]

[Master, hurry up and start eating! Don't keep the top-ranked customer waiting!]

Chen Lang gestured with his chin towards Bai Weiwei.

"Weiwei, serve the food. Let's not rush tonight, let's eat and chat at our own pace."

Bai Weiwei smiled as she brought the stir-fried dishes to the table, and Su Niannian snatched the biggest chicken leg and put it into Ye Xingyu's bowl.

"Her first meal of freedom is something no one should take from her."

Ye Xingyu held her chopsticks, looked down at the chicken leg in her bowl, and the steam from the hot soup rose from the table and landed on her eyelashes.

She pursed her lips, picked up a chicken leg, and placed it in Shen Qingci's bowl first.

"Qingci, you've worked hard today too."

Shen Qingci paused, then put the chicken leg back into her bowl.

"You eat first."

Two pairs of chopsticks touched the rim of the bowl.

Chen Lang picked up his teacup and smiled at the camera.

"See that? Tonight's first dish is called 'Respecting Each Other.' The second dish—"

Su Niannian poured a spoonful of soup into his bowl.

Stop being so frivolous, have yours.

Laughter spread along the courtyard wall, the levitating ball rose to the height of the eaves, and the camera focused on the entire wooden table.

The pine wood in the brazier crackled, the clay pot steamed, and the number of viewers in the live stream continued to rise.

Ye Xingyu stood up, supporting herself on the table. She raised her glass, first touching the rims of Chen Lang's and Shen Qingci's glasses, then turned her wrist around and faced everyone at the table.

"Respect for freedom."

Everyone raised their glasses.

"Respect for life."