HPDBC Chapter 60 A Misleading Name
Chapter 60 A Misleading Name
Chapter 60 A Misleading Name
And in the team.
It's no longer just a uniform group of campus faces.
"Make way! Make way! We're live streaming, everyone!"
Her crisp voice, with a deliberately sweet tone, forcefully pushed aside several students who were engrossed in scrolling through their phones.
A petite figure with long, pinkish-purple gradient hair, wearing a cropped knit top and a mini skirt, squeezed to the front of the line, holding a phone stand with a fill light in her hand, the camera pointed at her delicate, doll-like face.
"See that, everyone? The legendary Shengji Cafeteria! Personally endorsed by Best Actress Su Yun!" She blinked her big eyes at the camera, her voice rising an octave, full of energy and a touch of exaggerated fervor, "Let me take down the ceiling of this cafeteria that even a Best Actress would bow down to! I'll give it my all! Send rockets, gather fragments, and we'll be one step closer to Cullinan, my darlings!"
The screen was flooded with comments like a waterfall: "Wanwan, go for it! Get it!"
"Holy crap, this guy is even more outrageous than the subway during rush hour!"
"Hurry up, streamer! Let me have a virtual bite!"
"The uncle next to me was practically drooling, hahaha!"
"Send me the coordinates! I'll drop in immediately!"
Lin Wanwan, a junior majoring in dance at the neighboring art college, is a streamer with 500,000 followers on a certain platform and whose slogan is "Collect all the fragments to buy the Cullinan".
Her gaze swept over the slightly messy late-night snack menu posted above the window—shrimp rice noodle rolls, supreme boat congee, spicy stir-fried rice cakes, and secret-recipe jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes)—
"Boss!" Her voice was sweet and bright, carrying an undeniable air of authority, "One of everything! The largest size!"
Inside the window, Wang Sheng was deftly rolling rice noodle rolls for the previous customer. The rising steam blurred half of his face, revealing only his focused jawline and his frighteningly steady hands.
Hearing the sound, he looked up and caught a glimpse of the bright fill light and the excited face of the anchor. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly before he regained his composure.
"Wait a moment, proceed in order." His voice was not loud, but it clearly pierced through the noise.
Lin Wanwan pouted and made a pitiful face at the camera: "Tch, the boss is so aloof! But for my family, Wanwan will wait!"
She turned the camera to the stacks of steamers, the bubbling porridge, and the sizzling rice cakes coated in thick chili sauce on the hot plate—the high-definition lens greedily captured every wisp of rising aroma and tempting color.
It was finally her turn.
The heavy takeout boxes almost filled the small food counter.
Lin Wanwan couldn't wait to find an empty table nearby and sit down, ignoring the complex gazes from the students around her, a mixture of curiosity and "Can you finish this?" She took a deep breath, as if performing some kind of sacred ritual, and abruptly lifted the lid of the top box of shrimp rice noodle rolls!
In an instant, the overwhelming aroma of rice milk, fresh shrimp, and the salty and savory flavor of special soy sauce, mixed with the sweetness of rice milk, the seafood flavor, and the umami of special soy sauce, acted like an invisible hook, fiercely grabbing her olfactory nerves.
"Family members! Witness this miraculous moment!"
She exclaimed exaggeratedly, carefully picked up a piece of translucent rice noodle roll with chopsticks, revealing a hint of pink shrimp, and showed it off to the camera to demonstrate its perfect thinness and oily sheen. Then, she couldn't wait to put it into her mouth.
"Ugh—!"
Take the first bite.
Time seemed to stand still.
Lin Wanwan's carefully crafted, always expressive eyes underwent a dramatic transformation in a fraction of a second, going from anticipation to shock to complete blankness.
The pupils... an earthquake.
The rice noodle roll skin is thin, smooth, and tender, with the unique sweetness and warmth of fresh rice milk. It hardly needs to be chewed and melts gently on the tongue.
Next comes plump and bouncy fresh shrimp, bursting with ultimate sweetness as if just plucked from the sea! The soul of the dish is the rich and savory soy sauce, with an astonishingly complex flavor profile. A subtle aftertaste cleverly intertwines all the flavors, pushing this bite to a climax of taste.
What live stream interaction, what Cullinan fragments, what facial expression management?
Before this storm of sweet, salty, and savory flavors in the mouth, everything was blasted to ashes.
She forgot to speak, forgot the camera, and even forgot to breathe.
The only remaining instinct is to mechanically and quickly reach out with chopsticks again, pick up the next piece of rice noodle roll, and almost reverently put it into my mouth.
Its cheeks puffed out slightly, its eyes narrowed into slits with satisfaction, and it made soft, blissful humming sounds, like a kitten that had finally found its beloved can of food.
After a brief, unbelievable silence, the chat went completely wild: "???? Streamer?? Are you mute? Were you poisoned?"
"Holy crap, this reaction?! My pupils are dilated! Is it really that delicious?!"
"Oh no, Wanwan's gone mad from eating too much! This is the first time I've seen her speechless on a live stream!"
"Quick! Give me the address! This reaction can't be faked! I don't believe it!"
"Same city! Map opened! Jinling University's seventh canteen? Let's go!"
"Wake up, streamer! Say something! How does it taste?!"
The camera faithfully captured her completely absorbed in the food.
That was a kind of Amway that transcended words, the most primal and powerful.
Just as Lin Wanwan was engrossed in eating the spicy stir-fried rice cakes, her nose sweating and lips turning red from the sweet and spicy aroma, yet she was reluctant to stop, at the entrance of the seventh canteen, Gu Lingyi, looking travel-worn, pulled her small carry-on suitcase and stopped.
Her gaze, behind her gold-rimmed glasses, swept over the long, chaotic queue before her, and her brows furrowed instantly.
After a week-long business trip, she had planned to check on how Wang Sheng's small business was doing as soon as she got back, and treat herself to a nice late-night snack. But the scene before her eyes made her heart sink – the team was filled with too many obviously unsavory characters.
A middle-aged man with a beer belly, constantly taking photos with the latest smartphone; a young woman in a tight dress, exquisitely made up, oblivious to everyone else, holding a selfie stick; and several young men with tattoos on their arms, loud voices, almost shoving each other over who should go first.
This is no longer a school cafeteria serving students; it's more like a popular tourist attraction!
Her black suit and the suitcase she was pulling seemed out of place in the noisy environment.
With eyes as sharp as an eagle's, he quickly locked onto a boy who had just bought a plate of spicy rice cakes and was carefully protecting his food container as he squeezed out of the crowd. He appeared to be a student from this school.
Gu Lingyi stepped forward, the sound of her high heels clicking on the ground carrying an undeniable air of authority: "Excuse me, classmate."
The boy was startled, and when he looked up and saw it was Principal Gu, he became even more nervous: "Principal Gu, hello!"
"What's going on with these people?" Gu Lingyi raised her chin, pointing to the noisy group of people from outside the school. Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly cut through the noise.
The boy followed her gaze, then suddenly realized and quickly explained, "Principal Gu, they all came from the internet after seeing the video reposted by actress Su Yun! They just wanted to try Boss Wang's cooking! Look at that pink-haired girl, she's quite a famous mukbang streamer!"
Following the direction the boy pointed, Gu Lingyi saw Lin Wanwan, who was engrossed in eating and grinning foolishly at the air, along with the phone screen on her stand that was still frantically scrolling through comments.
Su Yun? Forward?
Gu Lingyi's lips twitched slightly, a sense of absurdity and bewilderment rising in her heart. Of course she knew Wang Sheng was skilled; she had personally approved the window service in the first place.
But this development—it's far beyond expectations!
"Thanks."
She nodded to the boy.
Just then, a commotion broke out in the middle of the line!
"Why are you pushing? Can't you see the queue?"
"Who pushed? You're the one blocking the way!"
"Ouch! You stepped on my foot! Are you blind?"
Who are you insulting?
The two started pushing and shoving each other, hurling insults at each other.