indianbanksassociation Chapter 113 will be broadcast live immediately.
Chapter 113 will be broadcast live immediately.
Within minutes, the number of people exceeded 1 and is still slowly climbing.
Sweetie's repost had an effect, coupled with Wang Qiang's debunking and Su Qingjiang's covert support, the live stream now appeared on the platform's homepage recommendation page.
But what followed was not encouragement, but an overwhelming wave of malice.
Everyone came with the mindset of watching a spectacle and seeing someone make a fool of themselves.
【Wow, they actually dared to start a live stream?】
[Is the script ready? What are we performing today?]
Do you need any actors for this script? I'm not doing much at home lately, 100 a day is fine.
[The oil drum I saw looked black and murky. Could it be filled with gutter oil?]
The boss looks respectable enough, but who knows if he's truly ruthless?
I don't think the boss needs to sell breakfast at all. Why not just become a beauty influencer? Why take this roundabout route?
Boycott these shady shops! Boycott these shady shops! Boycott these shady shops!
The words were extremely blatant, and the malice within them was made no attempt to conceal.
Aunt Li was helping to tidy up the steamer. She didn't know anything about live streaming, so she curiously came over and glanced at the phone screen.
When those vicious comments came into view, her face turned deathly pale.
Is that guy an idiot? He seems a bit uncoordinated.
[This is too Tang Dynasty-esque; it's really laughable.]
I wouldn't dare eat food made by someone like that.
Aunt Li was just an honest and simple rural woman who suffered a lot of injustices throughout her life because of Hao Hao's situation.
When she saw people in the live chat talking about her son, her hands trembled involuntarily, and her eyes reddened.
"Xiao Chen...should we shut it down...?"
As she spoke, Aunt Li raised her hand, instinctively trying to block the camera.
It's as if the harm doesn't exist as long as it's not seen.
Chen Yuan was kneading dough. Hearing the sound, he didn't stop what he was doing. He just glanced up and didn't pay any attention.
"Auntie, if you don't like it, then don't watch it."
"They don't know us, they don't know who we are, and they don't know how we do things. Besides, they can say whatever they want, we can't control them."
Aunt Li's eyes reddened, and she spoke with a sorrowful tone.
"But that's too harsh to say. It's not that Hao Hao and I are okay, but if business is bad, then we'll still have to work outside in the sun and wind."
"I don't really care, I just feel sorry for the child."
"No, it won't happen." Chen Yuan's tone was firm, and his eyes exuded a reassuring power.
"Auntie, don't be afraid. If you're really feeling unwell, go and stay with Hao Hao for a while. I can prepare the meal by myself."
Perhaps it was Chen Yuan's eyes and expression that conveyed an irresistible determination.
Aunt Li suddenly felt less panicked than before. She took a deep breath and then said.
"It's okay, I'm fine, I just won't look."
Chen Yuan nodded slightly.
He picked up a piece of dough.
"Bang."
The dough landed on the cutting board with a dull, solid sound.
Chen Yuan did nothing and said nothing; he simply prepared meals and got ready to open the door in the morning, just like always.
He started kneading the dough.
The movements were skillful and the rhythm was steady. Every push forward and every fold was accompanied by its own rhythm and cadence.
The flour simmered and bubbled, raising fine, distinct specks of dust under the dim light.
Gradually, some different opinions emerged in the comments section.
Regardless of the taste, to be fair, the kneading technique is quite professional.
My dad is a pastry chef, and he said this young man is quite skilled at kneading dough; he clearly has a solid foundation.
Why is this flour yellowish? Other people's flour is white.
The flour turning yellow indicates that it doesn't contain many additives; homemade flour is naturally yellow.
The boss seems to have a pretty good attitude.
[They're quite composed. Anyway, I don't have anything else to do, so I'll watch for a while longer.]
Chen Yuan's movements were as smooth as flowing water.
He rolled the kneaded dough into a long strip, pinched off small pieces, and then rolled out wrappers to fill with the filling.
Every movement was clean and efficient, without any frills or unnecessary details.
The buns are arranged neatly in the steamer and then set aside to ferment.
Then he started doing other things.
It was only a little past 5:30, the sky was just beginning to lighten, and the chill in the air still lingered on the streets.
Familiar footsteps sounded at the shop entrance, along with the lively banter of two elderly people.
Grandpa Zhang and Grandpa Xu strolled over like two regular NPCs, their hands behind their backs. They weren't carrying anything else, but each of them was holding a thermos.
As soon as they reached the store entrance, they both saw the phone that was live-streaming.
"Wow, you did a great job today, you've even set up cameras, very good, very good," said Grandpa Xu.
Grandpa Zhang handed the thermos to Chen Yuan very naturally.
"Same as always, fill it up, and everything else is the same as before, but add two more fried cakes, my wife loves them."
Not to be outdone, Grandpa Xu handed over the thermos.
"Me too, I also want four fried cakes, one with brown sugar and three with red bean paste. Don't get the wrong ones!"
Chen Yuan said to Hao Hao, who was standing beside him.
"Did you hear that? One is brown sugar, and three are red bean paste. Don't take the wrong ones."
Grandpa Zhang has a loud voice and looks left and right at the camera.
"You just ate this this morning, right? What's up? Filming a movie? Can you include me in the recording? Maybe I can become an extra someday, ta-da!"
"This isn't a movie, it's a live stream. There's been some misunderstanding about my shop online, so I'm doing a live stream to let everyone see for themselves and feel reassured about what they're eating there," Chen Yuan replied.
Grandpa Xu snorted, "My daughter told me about this. I think that internet celebrity is probably blind. We've been eating these steamed buns for so long, don't we know what they're like?"
Chen Yuan smiled but remained silent.
After Grandpa Xu finished speaking, he leaned closer to his phone, not caring whether the camera could record him, and said...
"This restaurant is incredibly delicious, so incredibly delicious, I have to come here for breakfast every morning."
Grandpa Xu wasn't very good with fancy words, so he only used the word "special" to emphasize it, but that made him seem especially sincere and down-to-earth.
Grandpa Zhang, who was standing nearby, chimed in.
"Exactly, that internet celebrity has only been here for a few days, just one morning. We come here to eat every day. Every morning as soon as he opens the door, we arrive within minutes."
"Do you think we can't see what kind of oil, noodles, and meat they use? We're not stupid; why would we put bad stuff in our mouths?"
Grandpa Xu nodded and added a sentence.
"Exactly, our pensions are quite substantial!"