Su Tingbai's Alt Account

People always seemed especially busy when they were embarrassed. Su Tingbai diligently attended to Shen Rui'an, as if apologizing for squeezing Shen Rui'an's wrist red earlier.

"Shen Rui'an, try this. Didn't you want ribs? Salt-and-pepper, mildly spicy. You should like it." He used the serving chopsticks to place the most perfect salt-and-pepper rib into Shen Rui'an's bowl.

"And this—soy sauce chicken leg. Have you had it before? It tastes pretty good. Want to try it?"

"And..."

Shen Rui'an's eyes darted busily along with Su Tingbai's hand. He opened his mouth to speak, only for Su Tingbai to cut him off again.

Seeing that his bowl was nearly overflowing, Shen Rui'an puffed out his cheeks and frowned as he said indignantly to Su Tingbai, "My bowl is about to be full. You can't keep giving me food. I want those wild vegetables. Stop already."

His voice still drifted out with a slight lack of strength, making it sound somewhat ethereal, but it was so pleasant that Su Tingbai found it as adorable as a hissing kitten.

"Fine, help yourself." Stop acting cute, Su Tingbai thought.

Su Tingbai felt his ears getting a little hot and reached up to touch them. If Shen Rui'an had looked up, he would have seen that Su Tingbai's ears had turned red.

Little Zhu and A-Ming looked at the small plate in front of Shen Rui'an, which was already piled high with food, then looked at themselves. Little Zhu shamelessly held out his rice bowl. "If he can't eat it, give it to me!"

Su Tingbai shot Little Zhu a glare. "There's plenty on the table. Serve yourself!"

"Pfft—" A-Ming and the two girls raised their cups to cover their mouths, exchanging glances. Little Zhu really was a silly kid.

Little Zhu did not take it to heart. He had a big appetite and had already gnawed through a chicken leg earlier. Now, he picked up another one. "Delicious! Young Master Shen, hurry and try it. It's really good! Our boss's cooking is pretty decent!"

Little Zhu truly deserved to be called half a food streamer. He ate so appetizingly that Shen Rui'an kept glancing at the soy sauce chicken leg Su Tingbai had placed in his bowl. Finally unable to resist, he picked it up and took a huge bite like Little Zhu did. His eyes immediately lit up. "It really is!"

Su Tingbai felt great inside. Seeing Shen Rui'an eat so happily, he could not help feeling a little pleased with himself, his heart full of accomplishment. Even his own meal tasted better.

Ya-ya opened a bottle of cola. "Who wants some cola?"

"Me, me!" Shen Rui'an raised his hand, still holding a chicken leg. He rarely got to drink things like this, so he truly craved it.

Without drawing attention to himself, Su Tingbai handed over Shen Rui'an's cup. Ya-ya filled it, and Su Tingbai took it back and set it in front of Shen Rui'an. The cola had been chilled and was still fizzing, giving off a cool mist.

"Thank you, Su Tingbai!" Shen Rui'an took the tissue Su Tingbai handed him and wiped his hands, then held the cup and took a sip of cola. At once, both body and mind felt satisfied.

Because he was frail, the Shen Household rarely let Shen Rui'an drink chilled things. Even chilled fruit juice was off-limits.

Once, Shen Rui'an had secretly tried some chilled fruit juice. It gave him an upset stomach, and the Shen Household was lit up all night in chaos. After that, Shen Rui'an learned his lesson and did not dare mess around on his own anymore.

Later, under a nutritionist's guidance, he did drink iced juice a few times. Sometimes it was fine, and sometimes it was not. Shen Rui'an could not figure out the pattern, so he simply stopped touching the stuff altogether.

But he loved watching food streams. Cola with ice, fried chicken, spicy fire noodles—just watching it looked so satisfying!

Here with Su Tingbai, Shen Rui'an had truly let himself go. He just did not know whether that sip of cola would make him suffer later.

Shen Rui'an had been conquered by the chilled cola and no longer had the attention to spare for such things. At worst, he would just be weak for a few days!

Shen Rui'an drank more than half the cup. Su Tingbai frowned tightly. "Hurry and try the ribs while they're still hot. They taste better that way." Stop drinking so much cola.

Su Tingbai did not put it so bluntly. His instincts told him that if he really said that, he would probably make Shen Xiaoyao angry again.

With his fur being stroked the right way, Shen Rui'an obediently began trying the ribs after finishing the chicken leg. The mildly spicy, savory flavor filled his mouth, and he felt saliva constantly welling up. He sped up and finished gnawing the rib clean, then used some plain rice to cleanse his palate before turning his attention to the Oil-Braised Prawns.

The prawns were large, and with their heads removed, they were not so prickly to eat. But they still had shells on.

Shen Rui'an did not like shell-on prawns. Even though the shells had been fried crisp and coated in sauce, he stared at them in distress for a while. He tried taking a bite, and the flavor really was good, but he still did not like prawns with their shells on.

Shen Rui'an set the prawn down, intending to peel off the shell. His long fingers pinched the prawn as he clumsily worked at it. Before he had even removed half the shell, the prawn slipped from his fingers as though it had come alive and fell onto the small plate.

Su Tingbai, who had been watching Shen Rui'an from the corner of his eye, paused. He did not like prawn shells?

He set down his chopsticks and wiped his hands.

Shen Rui'an blinked blankly. Just as he was about to pick it up and continue peeling, a strong, steady hand in a glove easily grasped the prawn. In no time at all, it removed the shell and placed the prawn firmly in front of Shen Rui'an. "Here."

Su Tingbai peeled prawns as though performing some kind of art. His movements flowed like water, and Shen Rui'an stared in awe. "That's amazing. Thank you, Su Tingbai."

Shen Rui'an was finding it increasingly natural to call Su Tingbai by name.

He picked up the prawn and ate it in one bite. Without the shell, the sauce coating the outside seemed to taste a little lighter, but it was still exceptionally delicious to Shen Rui'an. He ate with immense satisfaction, his eyes narrowing as though he were a well-fed, contented cat about to doze off.

The corners of Su Tingbai's lips lifted almost imperceptibly. "You're welcome."

When he was nearly full, Shen Rui'an took a few bites of the Indian aster. In the end, he awkwardly set his chopsticks down. Well, it did help reduce internal heat, but he did not like eating it.

The bitterness of stir-fried Indian aster was mild, and it left behind a sweet aftertaste. It was refreshing and cut through the grease, making it perfect to have with all this rich meat and seafood.

Perhaps Shen Rui'an was simply too full. He felt the ribs were still the best, took another two bites, then finally decided to end the meal with a sip of mushroom soup.

Su Tingbai noticed, but he did not say anything. He simply took several more bites of Indian aster. Before long, he and Meng Meng and the others had finished it all.

Everyone enjoyed the meal.

After eating and drinking their fill, Su Tingbai led his team back to work. The editors edited, while those handling music worked on the soundtrack.

Su Tingbai did not need to keep an eye on any of it. All he had to do was review the final product and decide whether to publish it.

While Little Zhu and the others got busy, Su Tingbai was also busy in his room.

He transferred everything from the camera to his computer, edited it, and posted it on the alt account where he uploaded daily vlogs.

Some of his fans knew about his alt account, but it had far fewer followers than his main account. So he treated it like a social media feed; it felt more like there were real people there.

Since it was a lifestyle vlog, Su Tingbai did not care about traffic. He edited it according to his own preferences, added music, and posted it. Before long, his notifications had passed 99+, but he did not look. He shut down the computer and stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the small, slender figure in the distant pavilion.

While everyone else was working their hearts out, Shen Rui'an, full and satisfied, was taking Baisui—who was also full and ready for a nap—on a walk through the courtyard.

Su Tingbai's estate was beautifully built and enormous, like a small park. Shen Rui'an wandered around, stopping and starting, rather than disturbing them while they worked indoors. In the whole estate, he was the only idle wanderer.

Baisui was so sleepy it kept nodding off, so Shen Rui'an had no choice but to carry it and sit down to rest in a small pavilion. He turned his phone volume all the way down and started scrolling through Douyin.

That was what was scary about big data. Shen Rui'an scratched his head as he watched the video. Had he just come across Su Tingbai's alt account?