Early morning.
Small wooden house.
After Fu Yunhe got up, he sneezed several times. Could it be because he caught a cold during last night's live stream?
This frail body of his was truly bothersome. In the past, he could soak in the ice pool for a whole night and be perfectly fine.
Accepting his fate, he wiped his nose and turned on the Star Network to check out the reviews.
Last night, Fu Yunhe live-streamed how to cook potato chicken, and he even enabled the virtual mode in real-time.
That meant that with every step he took, the audience could smell the aroma.
Fu Yunhe still didn't show his face, just his handsome hands coupled with his serene voice, quietly narrating the actions he took.
When he slaughtered the chicken and plucked its feathers, despite the compliments on his graceful movements, most people still deemed it barbaric and couldn't believe someone would eat such wild, unrefined chicken.