The fireworks came with special effects — bang bang bang nonstop — completely burying the barrage.
[System Prompt: Anisette sent 100 fireworks — now ranked #1 in the live room]
Gu Shengsheng: ?
[Western Fried Chicken Nuggets: Holy shit — 100 fireworks?! Did I read that right?!]
[Eat More Veggies: Bowing to the whale! Creep, see this? THIS is a real whale — crawl away!]
[Peanut Candy hst: One firework = 1000 yuan… 100 of them… Mom, I’m seeing a real-life whale!]
[Yes Yes Yes I’m Your Mom: Joker threw a few dozen yuan and dared to mouth off? What kind of big shot do you think you are?]
[joker]’s account immediately grayed out — either he ran away in shame or got banned for reports.
Gu Shengsheng had no real sense of money. She earnestly thanked “Anisette” and everyone who defended her — then went right back to normal.
But Swan Live’s platform exploded.
Swan’s famous whale fan “Anisette” had just sent 100 fireworks to a brand-new streamer! Fireworks were Swan’s most expensive gift. Receiving fireworks pushed the room straight to the homepage.
On Swan, big streamers getting hundreds of thousands in gifts wasn’t rare.
But this “Wangzai Won’t Listen” was a completely fresh newbie — face not even shown!
Some people were envious, some were sour, and many of the streamers previously supported by “Anisette” suddenly felt intense curiosity about this new streamer.
Right away, a flood of viewers poured into “Wangzai Won’t Listen,” eager to see what kind of enchanting soup this newbie was cooking.
They clicked in — and the streamer hadn’t even shown her face!
But the hands were very fair, the waist very slim, and the voice… way too sweet!
Gu Shengsheng was just peeling back the plastic wrap. The dough had doubled in size, puffed full of air. She pressed it down with her palm to release the gas, then added butter and kneaded until it was smooth and soft again.
She grabbed a piece of dough, stretched it thin — the dough covered her palm like a glove, almost transparent:
“Kneading takes wrist strength. You have to knead until it’s even and you get the glove membrane effect.”
[Mi Box: This is impressive! I’ve seen other streamers use stand mixers — this fairy must be great at bread!]
Gu Shengsheng said modestly:
“This is my first time making it.”
The barrage instantly filled with question marks.
[Eat More Veggies: First time? Just an ordinary cooking genius?]
[Eat Kunpeng?: Mom asked why I’m kneeling to watch videos]
[Wind Blows and It’s Gone: Really? I don’t believe it (Lu Yu face)]
Some people got swept up in the skepticism and started accusing her of lying about being a beginner.
Gu Shengsheng said softly:
“I’m not lying. So please don’t casually make vows or curse — they might come true.”
[Eat More Veggies: Hahahahaha even when she scolds people it’s so sweet]
[Mu Mu: Fuck your mom! Can’t viewers ask normal questions? This streamer curses people the moment she opens her mouth — reported!]
[Mi Box: @Mu Mu are you sick? Who started cursing first? Playing the victim?]
[Eat Kunpeng?: It’s mad, it’s mad, it’s mad]
The barrage was lively and chaotic. Twenty minutes passed quickly. The oven dinged — the bread was done.
Gu Shengsheng opened the oven, put on oven mitts, and carefully took out the tray.
The milk-fragrance buns were plump and round, each with a cute cross pattern on top. They were only lightly golden and gave off steaming hot fragrance. A slender finger pressed one down — it sank into a little pit, then bounced back up. Clearly super soft!
She slowly tore one open. Hot white steam rushed out. The inside was snowy-white, fluffy, and elastic — perfect chew.
[Mi Box: My mouth opened on its own without realizing]
[Yu Zi Roll: Aaaah I’m so hungry!]
[Kumquat Lemon No Ice: I don’t even like bread and I’m drooling]
[System Prompt: Kumquat Lemon No Ice sent one Mercedes]
[System Prompt: Yu Zi Roll sent one lantern]
[System Prompt: Eat More Veggies sent one cake]
The big whale fan didn’t reappear, but other viewers sent plenty of small gifts. “joker” had already been pushed off the ranking list — nowhere to be seen.
Gu Shengsheng said earnestly:
“You don’t have to gift me. Save the money and buy yourself something delicious.”
[Mi Box: Pfft — just looking at the kitchen, it’s obvious host isn’t short on money]
[My Hair Is Gone: Host’s voice is so sweet — I just want to spend money on you, what do I do?]
[Yu Zi Roll: Just want to spoil the little fairy]
Gu Shengsheng said seriously:
“If you like me, can you just praise me more?”
The barrage immediately turned into a rainbow of compliments:
[Peanut Candy hst: No problem — rainbow farts are my specialty!]
[Yu Zi Roll: Oh my god, what kind of heavenly streamer is this! The fairy has descended today~]
[Eat More Veggies: Do we even need to praise? Our little fairy is beautiful AND hardworking — she’ll definitely stream 24 hours a day for our viewing pleasure!]
Gu Shengsheng: “…That’s really not necessary.”
As the compliments poured in, invisible specks of light drifted out and sank into Gu Shengsheng’s body. Her fragile spiritual core was nourished by the energy — her spirit instantly lifted.
The cultivation she gained from this one stream was more than she’d earned in half a year before.
On the small table sat a woven basket holding seven or eight little round buns. A white porcelain milk pitcher steamed gently. Bright red jam and soft yellow butter sat on the sides, along with a plate of glistening strawberries still beaded with water.
Gu Shengsheng looked at Shen Wang with full expectation:
“The milk-fragrance buns you wanted. Try if they’re soft enough.”
Shen Wang instinctively pinched one.
Gu Shengsheng was puzzled:
“Why aren’t you eating? Why are you just pinching it?”
“!”
Shen Wang took a bite. His expression looked like he was biting someone.
Then his brow relaxed. The little bun was cotton-soft the moment it entered his mouth. The inside was slightly moist, rich with milk fragrance when chewed. He finished one in two or three bites and reached for a second.
Gu Shengsheng watched him with a beaming smile. Shen Wang ate elegantly — no sound while chewing, only the subtle, inexplicably sexy movement of his throat when he swallowed. He didn’t answer her question — his actions were answer enough.
Shen Wang ate five buns in one go, drank a few sips of milk, but didn’t touch the strawberries.
Gu Shengsheng, on the other hand, loved strawberries. No skin, no seeds, no pulp waste — and that vivid red color was pure joy. How could such a perfect fruit exist? She stuffed two or three into her mouth at once, cheeks puffing out adorably.
She wasn’t selfish — she carried the plate over and sat beside Shen Wang, mumbling through a full mouth:
“Try the strawberry.”
“…”
Just hearing it made him uninterested.
Shen Wang ignored her. Then something cool touched his lips: “!”
Gu Shengsheng swallowed hard, licked the strawberry juice from her lips, and strongly recommended:
“These strawberries are so sweet. Your lips are too dry. If you won’t eat vegetables, at least eat some fruit, okay?”
She had noticed Shen Wang always controlled his water intake and rarely drank soup. His beautifully shaped lips were cracked, faintly bleeding.
“I don’t—”
Before he could refuse, the strawberry was already in his mouth.
The strawberry flesh was unbelievably tender. One gentle press of the tongue released a flood of fragrant, sweet-tart juice. Shen Wang swallowed the berry in furious silence, no longer refusing.
Gu Shengsheng picked out the large strawberries for herself and fed the smaller ones to Shen Wang. Together they finished the entire plate.
Shen Wang closed his eyes to rest. Gu Shengsheng curled up beside him, engrossed in her phone — unusually quiet for once.
The thought had barely formed when she spoke:
“Shen Wang, Shen Wang — let me massage your legs.”
Shen Wang’s brow darkened instantly. His blindness and crippled legs were his reverse scales — and Gu Shengsheng kept recklessly poking at them.
She was already used to his icy face and continued:
“If your legs aren’t massaged, the muscles will atrophy. I learned some techniques from videos — let me try?”
Gu Shengsheng watched his expression carefully as she slowly lifted the blanket off his legs. His legs were very long — which only made their condition more heartbreaking.
She asked cautiously:
“Can I roll up your pant leg to take a look?”
Shen Wang didn’t speak — which she took as permission. She carefully pushed up the loose dark blue silk pant leg past his knee.
It wasn’t as bad as she’d imagined. There were no hideous scars on Shen Wang’s legs — only neat suture marks on the inner knee and Achilles tendon. Because of prolonged immobility, the muscles had become somewhat thin.
“Stared enough? Not what you imagined for a cripple’s legs?”
“It’s… not quite the same.” Gu Shengsheng glanced at his expression. Seeing no real anger, she said honestly:
“They’re really long.”
Shen Wang: “…”
All his raised spikes and hostility crashed harmlessly into a soft ball of cotton that smelled faintly of strawberries.
Gu Shengsheng placed her ten fingers on his hard kneecap and slowly worked her way down his calf to his heel. The breaks in his leg bones had healed, but the muscles had slackened. His whole body was scorching hot from the raging yang energy — yet below the knee, his calves were ice-cold. The yang energy couldn’t reach there.
This was due to blocked blood flow. In the original book, Shen Wang’s eyesight had been restored, but his legs never recovered.
Even though the legs had no sensation, Shen Wang inexplicably felt her fingertips like tiny electric currents — leaving faint tingles wherever they passed. He frowned:
“You call this a massage?”