I feel the same way, especially since the streamer is making fish.
To be honest, I could accept anything the streamer did, but why specifically fish?
Yes, fish is just really hard to eat.
Ling Miao glanced up casually and saw a series of questions about fish on the screen. She paused, wondering if most people in the interstellar world were so averse to fish.
Ling Miao pursed her lips and gripped the knife hilt tightly. No matter what, the live stream had already begun. Changing the menu halfway through wouldn't hurt, even if the viewers wouldn't say anything, it would still feel awkward.
If this fish can achieve remarkable success, the resulting rebound effect will be astonishing.
A glint flashed in Ling Miao's eyes, and her movements were swift and fluid, without the slightest hesitation.
The viewers in the live stream shook their heads as they watched her refuse to listen to advice, and the already small number of viewers dwindled rapidly.
As the oil was heated in the wok, a strong, pungent, sour aroma mixed with the spiciness of chili peppers suddenly assaulted people's nostrils, causing many to leave the live stream uncontrollably.
Yarsey frowned, raised her hand to cover the discomfort in her nose, and her interest had waned considerably.
"Yarsi"
Suddenly, a man in a black uniform appeared in the opposite corridor. He was tall with long legs, and his handsome face was furrowed with disdain for the other person's unproductive behavior.
Yarsi glanced at him and lazily made a gesture.
"The general wants to see you."
After saying that, Sony turned and left without hesitation.
Yarsi's expression turned serious. He straightened up, turned off the semi-transparent screen in front of him, and walked towards the main ship's cabin.
"General"
The man with his back to Yarsi was tall, standing over 1.9 meters, which gave him an extremely imposing presence. The aura around him seemed to be suppressed and indifferent, and the air around him was cold and icy, as if carrying endless indifference.
"Have the results of the space pirate tracking come out yet?"
His voice was deep and mellow, a tone that should have been as melodious as a cello, but it sounded cold and unapproachable because of his owner's indifference. Cedrian turned around, the double rows of dark gold epaulets on his shoulders were understated yet luxurious, gleaming with a sharp, dark light under the cold white lamp.
Yarsi lowered his head even further, his voice respectful and serious: "It's already out."
"good...."
Cedrian's words caught in his throat as his narrow, almond-shaped eyes stared directly at Yarsi, who stood before him, head bowed, awaiting the result.
The other party was taken aback at first, then smelled a strong and domineering sour aroma with a strong spicy fragrance that unceremoniously occupied the entire main ship's cabin, filling the air with a pungent yet subtly alluring fragrance.
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