Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 548 - 567: A War of Words Begins Over the Fantasy Banquet Menu

Jiang Qiuqiu took a moment to explain to Mrs. Ai’er and Mo Si, "I still like the Spirit Healing Department, but I also want to check out the Mecha Single Soldier System."

She said, "Doesn’t the admissions notice say that students who receive multiple acceptance letters have one chance to change departments after the first three months if they feel their choice isn’t a good fit?"

"I just want to give it a try."

She was always curious about things she hadn’t experienced before.

Hearing that she wasn’t abandoning the Spirit Healing Department, Mrs. Ai’er breathed a sigh of relief. "There’s no harm in trying. Just remember to come back."

"You are a treasure to the Spirit Healing Domain."

That was high praise, and Jiang Qiuqiu shook her head. "You’re embarrassing me."

"What’s there to be embarrassed about?" Mrs. Ai’er waved her hand dismissively. "I don’t make idle boasts, but I’m also not afraid to give praise. You’ll understand once you’re more involved in this field."

"You gave this old woman quite a scare. We’ll do as you say, then. I’ll talk to Dean Zhu about arranging your classes and dorm after your military training. You go ahead and get that done first. The Mecha Single Soldier System’s training is truly exhausting."

After they discussed a few more school-related matters, it grew late. Mo Si set down the thermostatic container and left with Jiang Qiuqiu.

The daylight slowly faded as night fell. Jiang Qiuqiu and Mo Si parted ways in front of the small courtyard home.

Soon, midnight passed. As Jiang Qiuqiu slept, a new Chapter of her life was waiting to begin.

Meanwhile, the Star Network was abuzz with discussion.

To say nothing of the flood of inquiries on Jiang Qiuqiu’s personal account, long threads were also popping up all over her fan circles.

It was a day of one bombshell announcement after another.

[A boyfriend! She has a boyfriend now! My goddess is in a relationship!]

[The sparks of love are flying... BOOHOOO WAHHHH]

[I’m so miserable. Does anyone have some liquor I can drown my sorrows in?]

[Dream on, OP. Any booze we managed to grab is long gone.]

A whole group of fans acted as if their own girlfriend had been stolen away, each one more dejected and miserable than the last.

But someone seemingly in the know chimed in: [Oh, come on... I get the feeling you guys don’t actually care whether or not Juju has a boyfriend. You’re just upset that the boyfriend isn’t *you*. You’re just jealous, aren’t you?]

[This +1]

[This +2]

[This +10001. I’m totally jealous. Jealous to death.]

As the chain of agreement grew longer, a master commenter eventually emerged: [Don’t mind these people and their heartfelt jealousy. All you have to do is--]

[Let’s assume Juju and her unnamed boyfriend are very happy together and decide to hold a wedding banquet at her virtual restaurant. It’s an eighteen-course meal. What eighteen dishes do you think would be the best to serve?]

The tone of the conversation shifted instantly.

[Huh, a banquet? If we’re talking a banquet, then definitely Braised Gugu Meat, Eight-Treasure Duck... By the way, I was one of the ones who had the New Year’s Eve dinner. It was so delicious. If only I could have it again.]

[New Year’s Eve dinner? You actually got a spot for the New Year’s Eve dinner?! I’m so jealous of the poster above!]

[For the menu... I think besides the main courses, there should be some sweet and soft dishes too. Or maybe she could serve some new dishes.]

Amidst the flood of menu suggestions, one person remained stubborn: [I refuse to eat at the banquet of Juju and my love rival!]

[@poster above, perfect, don’t eat. It’d be great if there were more people like you, then it won’t be as hard for me to snag a spot in the future.]

[...]

[Now that you say that, I’m definitely going to fight for it! I’ll have you know I have god-tier luck!]

[So what if you have god-tier luck? My husband has lightning-fast reflexes!]

And so, the two of them started bickering back and forth.

Before long, another argument broke out over disagreements about the menu.

[Why isn’t there a chicken soup among the eighteen dishes?]

[Because chicken soup is gross.]

[!!?]

[What’s wrong with your mouth? What kind of palate do you have to think chicken soup isn’t delicious!?]