The virtual eating feature in live streaming rooms is a very amazing feature.
Back in the original world, Sang Ning also enjoyed watching mukbang videos and fantasized about how wonderful it would be to eat virtually.
She never imagined that her past fantasies would actually come true in this world.
The amazing virtual eating feature allows you to enjoy a variety of foods from all over the universe without leaving home.
Whether it's cold, hot, sweet, salty, spicy, raw, etc., it all feels the same as eating in real life.
However, virtual eating has a fatal flaw: it satisfies sensory pleasure rather than physical pleasure.
When you're not hungry, virtual eating is more of a bonus.
But if you eat virtually while hungry, it's deadly. You'll become more and more craving, and the more you eat, the more you want to eat. Then you'll feel so hungry that your heart, lungs, and internal organs will all be screaming for food.
Sang Ning was unaware of how many viewers in the live stream were actually hungry, or how many were requesting virtual food simply for the sake of sensory enjoyment.
But since it's the audience's request, then let's satisfy them.
So, Sang Ning reached out to grab a spoon to serve the audience with pheasant stew with mushrooms, but Mo Nainai reached out and took the spoon away before she could.
"Ningning, you eat, I'll serve the audience."
Before she finished speaking, she had already filled a wooden bowl with chicken soup.
It's real chicken soup; there's nothing in it except broth. You can even see chicken feet and heads, let alone pheasant meat or mushrooms. It's genuine chicken soup.
Apart from the oil on the surface and its overly clear appearance, the soup looked very ordinary. If the audience hadn't seen Monet pour the soup out of the wooden basin, they would have thought it was just a bowl of water with a few drops of oil on it.
Looking at this bowl of chicken soup that has nothing to offer, the audience's feelings are indescribable.
Some people, without saying a word, thought that even without meat or mushrooms, soup would be fine, took a sip, and then became immersed in the chicken soup that seemed to contain the delicious aroma of nature.
I couldn't stop eating it, one bite after another.
Some people were so angered by Monet's 'stinginess' that even the most delicious chicken soup couldn't soothe their wounded hearts.
As a result, a barrage of special effects comments appeared, all condemning Monet for being inhuman and doing inhuman things.
However, Monet didn't care at all. Don't be fooled by the size of the chicken; there were many more people eating it, and several of them were big eaters. Allowing the audience to taste the chicken soup was already a sacrifice from their own rations; if they wanted meat…
Ha, let alone doors and windows, there isn't even a single crack left.
Not only did she not care, she also criticized the audience, leaving one comment after another.
You said she wasn't human, and she retorted that she wasn't a pure human to begin with.
You said that what she did was wrong, that she was too hateful and would get beaten up, and she coldly brought up laws such as crimes of assault, etc.
His eloquence is truly remarkable; he can hold his own against a group of opponents, relentlessly arguing until the audience begs for mercy and floods the screen with comments saying they're scared.
Mo's father and the others burst into laughter. Mo's eldest brother said helplessly, his lips twitching, "It's fortunate that we're on a desolate planet. If this were the Central Star, we might really get beaten up."
Mo's second brother laughed and said, "Don't worry, nobody's stupid. Even if Nai Nai is on the Central Star, nobody would dare to beat her up. They would be arrested, and at best they would be detained and fined, at worst they would be sent to the Energy Star to mine."
"Only a fool would ruin his future over a mere verbal argument."
Mom Mo said coolly, "Don't be so sure, there might actually be some idiots like that."
There's something going on here.
The Mo family members immediately became interested, their eyes fixed intently on their mother (wife).
No matter how advanced the times become, how developed the technology becomes, or how good the economy becomes, intelligent life cannot avoid being curious and can even put down everything else just to eat melons.
This is the state of affairs for the Mo family at this time.
Monet was completely unaware of all this. Having eaten and drunk her fill, she didn't need Sang Ning to remind her, and she conscientiously cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks. Then, together with Fimonloya, she joined the army of building houses.
Louis didn't want to work, especially after Monaine and Fimmonloa joined. However, he felt that if he directly said he didn't want to work and wanted to sleep, he would most likely be ganged up on and threatened by Sang Ning that he would not get to eat.
The best course of action now is...
With a quick thought, Louis came up with the idea of feigning illness.
"Ouch (ΩДΩ)"
He clutched his stomach, squatted down in pain, and kept groaning. Everyone who heard the noise looked over.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Tao was the first to come over. Seeing his pale face and sweaty forehead, she was immediately startled and reached out to touch his forehead with concern. "Holy crap, why is your forehead so cold?"
"I'm...I'm fine, phew..."
Louis pretended to be in great pain and said weakly and intermittently, "I, I just have a bit of a stomachache."
"I need to rest."
"You should rest, but are you sure resting will relieve your stomach pain instead of calling the production crew for a medical robot?"
Emmanuel frowned, his words of concern delivered in a harsh tone, as if he were about to argue with someone.
Louis nodded, and his audience was extremely worried.
"Handsome guy, if you're not feeling well, don't keep going. Go and rest."
Why did my stomach suddenly start hurting? Was it because I had diarrhea before and it hadn't gotten better?
[I don't know, but now is not the time to worry about these things. Let's rest first. If we can't take it anymore, we can just call the production team.]
The screen was filled with special effects comments. Louis saw them and was genuinely worried that Emmanuel and the others would call the production team for him. He said weakly, "I don't need a medical robot. I feel like it's not a big problem. I'll be fine after a rest."
Sang Ning had been staring at his face. Hearing the sound, she knelt down in front of him and smiled, "Does your stomach really hurt?"
Upon hearing this, Louis immediately became wary. He seemed to be putting on a good act. Why was Sang Ning asking this question? Had he sensed something?
She felt extremely uneasy, like she had a kitten trapped inside her, but her face showed no sign of it. She simply hummed in agreement, "It does hurt quite a bit."
Sang Ning said "Oh," and held out her hand to him, "Give me your right hand, and I'll take a look at what's going on for you."
"!!!"
What's the meaning?
Can you tell he's faking illness just by looking at his hands?
Louis's eyes widened suddenly. "Are you serious? You can really tell?"
"...I can't guarantee I'll be able to tell."
Sang Ning smiled, and Louis, relieved to hear this, quickly handed her his right hand.
Sang Ning took it and skillfully placed it on his pulse, the movement as practiced as if she had done it countless times.
The pulse under the fingertip is neither too strong nor too weak, but steady and powerful, with a consistent rhythm. This is a perfectly normal pulse.
Four beats per breath, plus five beats in a leap year; if this pulse is not normal, then there is no normal pulse in the world.
"Switch to the other hand."
Withdrawing her hand, Sang Ning smiled. Louis didn't know what she was doing, but he still pretended to be in pain and gave her his left hand.
The pulse diagnosis yielded the same result, and Sang Ning was relieved.
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