A Seasoned Foodie

With over ten million followers now, Su Tingbai's traffic had actually begun to stabilize, and his fan base had settled into a fixed pattern.

One advantage he had over other food bloggers was that he was a tall, rich, handsome guy, which attracted face fans.

Face fans only cared about looks and did not ask for much else. They were very indulgent.

But no one's face could possibly change seventy-two times, especially since Su Tingbai was a food blogger who did not rely on his looks.

So after breaking ten million followers, his traffic gradually leveled out. The numbers rose a little whenever he invited friends to appear in his videos, but the overall difference was not huge. Shen Rui'an's addition alone was like a stream of fresh water, pushing his traffic to new heights.

Meng Meng secretly glanced at Shen Rui'an, who was playing on his phone nearby. In her opinion, Shen Rui'an only needed to open an account of his own. He would not even need to do anything—just filming his own face every day would gain followers.

He was simply too beautiful, not like a real person.

Standing beside him made them seem as though they belonged in an entirely different style.

"An-an, have you considered making an account yourself?" Meng Meng suggested. "You wouldn't need to do much. Just share some daily life once in a while. It'd be even better if you showed your face. Maybe you could even earn Baisui some pocket money!"

Shen Rui'an was a little tempted by what she said. He lowered his head to look at the whimpering Baisui, but the moment he thought about having to work, he lost all motivation.

He had money and did not really want to work. His current life was quite comfortable.

Shen Rui'an did not have any grand ambitions.

"Forget it. It sounds tiring." He shook his head, reached out to tease Baisui, and recorded it. Without editing it, he directly let the system add music and posted it on Douyin.

His account barely had any followers. He did not even know whether the few he had were bot accounts gifted by the system. Whenever the mood struck him, he filmed Baisui, a flower, or a book, treating it like a post on WeChat Moments.

His videos did not get many likes. Other than Baisui's photos, which could get a few, he was usually the only one liking his own posts.

But this did not surprise him. It was perfectly normal. He was merely one member of the masses.

Once the video was posted, he stopped checking the backend and began replying to Father Shen, Mother Shen, and the others on WeChat.

His family stayed in touch with him every day, and when they had enough time, they would even call before bed. Shen Rui'an was never bored.

"Fine." Meng Meng had nearly forgotten that Su Tingbai and Shen Rui'an were different from them. They were both damned rich people, boohoo!

Next life, I'm getting rich too!

After watching the computer for a while and deleting several harsh comments from the comment section, Meng Meng stretched. "An-an, every video with you in it gets insanely good traffic."

Because people were arguing, the view count had gone up.

Shen Rui'an did not know about that. Hearing Meng Meng say so, he could not help feeling a little pleased. "Really? Ah, that's because your videos are good too."

Shen Rui'an could not handle praise. The moment someone praised him, his tail quietly lifted.

Watching him, Ya-ya thought he looked like a tsundere cat. His face clearly said, "Praise me more," while his mouth said, "Not really." He was rather cute.

Ya-ya recalled that the comments she had just deleted were all speculating that Shen Rui'an must be hideous, which was why he kept hiding himself. Little did they know that if Shen Rui'an truly showed his face, he would scare these people whose values followed facial features out of their wits!

Ya-ya could already predict how these netizens would change their tune.

"Then, An-an, do you mind showing your face? I don't mean that we have to make you show it. It's just that we'll be livestreaming too, and people are bound to make mistakes. What if we accidentally catch you on camera one day?" Ya-ya asked tentatively.

Shen Rui'an did not really care, as long as it did not affect his life. He was not very interested in things online. "Whatever. Just don't disturb me."

Hearing that, Little Zhu and the others seemed to have received a preventive shot and breathed a sigh of relief. That was good.

It would have been too much work to avoid filming Shen Rui'an's face during livestreams. Sometimes they fixed the camera in place and ate. Livestreams were not as easy to film as videos; videos could be edited and censored, but livestreams could not.

"That's good. We were afraid that if we made a mistake at work one day and accidentally filmed your face, you'd get angry."

"I wouldn't. It's not like I have anything to hide." Shen Rui'an was confident in his looks.

He knew his advantages in appearance better than anyone. He had been so delicate since childhood because he was good-looking, and his family therefore did not hold so much against him. Oh, the medical staff at the hospital were the same.

Whenever he was sick and hospitalized, the nurses who changed his dressings were usually different each time. After a while, he learned that they took turns coming in because they were curious about what he looked like.

Once, he pretended to be asleep and overheard the nurses whispering about it during rounds. Only then did he learn why.

Of course, doctors' rounds were different. There would be a whole crowd of them, looking at him as though he were some rare curiosity.

Luckily, he had not stayed in the hospital long. Otherwise, he truly would not have adapted to being forced into the role of a giant panda—especially a "giant panda" in a hospital. That really was not a good experience.

Shen Rui'an spaced out for a while before Su Tingbai finally arrived late. He seemed to have taken a shower and changed into a new set of clothes.

"Boss, why did you take a shower?" Little Zhu looked puzzled. It was not particularly hot today, and they had not done much work that morning.

A trace of awkwardness crossed Su Tingbai's face. He cleared his throat. "Ahem. I suddenly felt hot, so I showered. I'm planning to make fried chicken. Get ready."

The moment they heard there was work to do, Su Tingbai's team became busy.

Shen Rui'an also buzzed around him like a little bee, curiously poking his head about and ordering directly, "Are you finally making it? I want original fried chicken and Korean fried chicken!"

"Fine, whatever you want." Su Tingbai agreed helplessly, then took out the chicken to thaw.

He bought fresh ingredients every day to keep on hand, including the ingredients for fried chicken.

After the chicken thawed, Su Tingbai remembered that it had been over ten days since his last livestream, so he simply started one.

A-Ming and Little Zhu each held a camera. One filmed video footage, while the other used a camera for the livestream.

"I'm going live," Su Tingbai reminded Shen Rui'an.

"Mm-hm, go ahead." He would find somewhere to watch on his own!

Su Tingbai knew he was unreliable, so he signaled to Little Zhu and A-Ming. The two made OK gestures, indicating that they would make sure Shen Rui'an's face was not filmed.

As soon as the livestream started, some people who had been waiting for it entered.

[Grandma! The streamer you follow has updated and gone live!]

[Love it when you stream! What are you making today?]

Su Tingbai replied, "I'm making some fried chicken snacks today to feed a greedy cat."

[Greedy cat here!] [This greedy cat came uninvited!]

[Fried chicken? I love it!]

The real greedy cat, Shen Rui'an, quietly stood beside Su Tingbai and watched him work.

The most important parts of fried chicken were marinating the chicken and frying it. Marinating took quite a while, and Shen Rui'an could not resist moving closer to ask, "How long does it need to marinate?"

After preparing the chicken, Su Tingbai wrapped it in plastic wrap and put it in the fridge to marinate. A head popped out beside him, and he laughed. "If you want it to absorb more flavor, we'll have to wait two hours."

"That's so long!" Shen Rui'an complained.

Su Tingbai put the chicken into the refrigerator to marinate. "I'll play games with you for now."

"That works!" Shen Rui'an was immediately comforted.

Everyone in the livestream only saw a slender young man suddenly appear beside Su Tingbai while he stood at the refrigerator. The moment that soft, light voice appeared, they knew it was Shen Rui'an.

It was the first time Shen Rui'an had shown so much on camera. Although it was only his back and not his face, it was still much better than the usual glimpses of just part of him.

[!!! Damn, you can't tell when he's sitting down, but Shen An-an is actually that tall? I always thought he wasn't very tall. Compared to Su Tingbai, he looks as tiny as a little figurine.]

[Does he not still look like a little figurine now? It feels like Su Tingbai could wrap him up and hide him completely.]

[The size difference is delicious!] [He's really so pale. Next to Su Tingbai, he looks even paler—not saying Su Tingbai is dark.]

[Damn, the skin-tone contrast makes them even more ship-worthy!]

[A seasoned foodie!]

[He's really so skinny...]

[His voice is nice too. Where's the person who said this kind of voice was like popping boba last time? Come out and admit you were wrong.]

[What exactly does the new guest look like? I'm so curious.]

[You can tell from his back that he's a handsome guy.]

[He's a handsome guy just because of that? He hasn't even shown his face. Isn't it just that he has good posture and is a bit thin? Aren't there tons of influencers like that?]

[Lmao, the contrarian is here again.]