Although it was Valentine's Day, many people could only spend it with their left and right "wives."
With nothing better to do, if they occasionally opened Shark TV's livestream channels and entered a stream for Overcooked, they could hear conversations like this.
"Hey... hey! Brother Sun, the rice is burnt again! Move your hands faster!"
"Fuck, Brother Huang, how is that my fault?"
"If it's not your fault, whose is it? You burned the rice. Look at the chat—who do they think should be blamed?"
"Fuck, this is so annoying! Shut up, I have my own way of doing things."
"Fine, but hey... don't! Go wash the dishes, don't chop vegetables! Brother Sun, your IQ is way too low!"
"Fuck, I think you're the one holding me back, Brother Huang! Don't just talk big. Let's settle this!"
"Hah, you think I'm scared? Fine, let's settle it. Hold on, I'll find some people. We'll split into two teams, alright?"
"No problem. I'll kill you!"
As the game went on, the little boat called friendship suddenly capsized.
Very soon, sales and reviews for Overcooked began skyrocketing on the Nebula Game Platform, the Official Game Platform, and various third-party game platforms.
Even though it was the Spring Festival holiday, employees throughout the company, including Yang Xin and Ruan Ningxue, were closely watching Overcooked's performance.
"CEO Chen, CEO Chen, how are Overcooked's sales?"
"Yeah, the players seem incredibly enthusiastic!"
In the company group chat, Ruan Ningxue and Yang Xin tagged Chen Xu to ask about the game's performance.
"Fifteen thousand copies in eight hours. More than eleven thousand of those were sold through our platform, and hourly sales are still increasing." Chen Xu had a faint smile on his face.
Fifteen thousand copies in eight hours was not an enormous number, but it