After chatting with Chloe Sterling and exchanging goodbye emojis, Sierra Summers went downstairs.
In the vast Summers Family home, she was the only one there.
The maid, Mrs.
Cole, had taken time off.
Her brother was at the company, and her parents were traveling.
Sierra Summers loved making food, and her family was well aware of it.
As a food blogger with five million followers, Sierra Summers was indeed a great cook.
Her family would praise her every time they ate, as if trying to make up for the lack of compliments over the past decade.
To make Sierra Summers happy with her cooking, the Summers Family had even remodeled the kitchen according to her preferences.
Initially, Sierra Summers wasn’t very handy at cooking, and filming felt awkward, so she didn’t have much material.
For a variety of reasons, Chef-Sierra had nearly gone a month without updates.
Except for posting on Weibo, she hadn’t released a single video in a month.
At first, her fans weren’t anxious, since Sierra Summers was never diligent in the past, often updating only once every two weeks.
But this time, it was too much.
Beneath her latest post on “FoodieSierra,” it was filled with reminders and “threats.”
Sierra Summers felt a bit guilty when she looked at it a while ago.
Today, she finally had the courage to open Weibo and posted a teaser.
[FoodieSierra: Going live soon, my sweeties～]
Because she didn’t have time to edit a video.
But this, Sierra Summers wouldn’t say.
Ahem.
Sierra Summers prepared everything she needed, sat on a stool, leaned against the wall, and browsed through the comments.
[Oh, the pigeon queen is finally chirping?]
[How impressive, who is your sweetheart?
[Angry] Who you’ve ghosted for a month, whoever’s your sweetheart must be unlucky!!
[Angry]]
[Help… Sierra, if you don’t come back soon, I can’t even enjoy my meals… boo hoo]
[Live streaming is fine, but don’t forget the videos, got it?]
[Tell us, are you avoiding editing videos out of laziness?]
…
Such a sarcastic and high-ranked series of comments.
Especially the one that hit her spot-on!
Sierra Summers smiled as she exited Weibo, put down her phone, wore a mask of pain, let out a deep sigh, and felt the blessings of laziness wash over her.
She calmed her subtly conflicted emotions.
Sierra Summers opened Weibo and started the live stream.
The viewer count jumped quickly, and suddenly the popularity reached a hundred thousand.
Sierra Summers didn’t speak during the live stream, nor did she show her face.
Stream title: Cocoa Mochi Bun.
The ingredients were handwritten by Sierra Summers on paper, placed in an acrylic frame, positioned clearly in front of the camera.
Additionally, the stream was accompanied by soothing instrumental music, while a pair of hands leisurely appeared in the frame.
[Ha, woman, I’ll admit your new nails have caught my attention, where’d you get them done?!]
[Sierra’s hands are truly never boring to watch…]
[Old rules, remember to share the bracelet later, it looks nice]
[Did she move to a new place?]
[Looks like it]
…
The live comments revolved around Sierra Summers’ hands and a possible move.
Sierra Summers didn’t speak, focused on kneading dough, and as she prepared to put the buns in the oven, she glanced at the lively, hot-topic discussions in the comments.
[Has Sierra been away so long because she’s been chasing after a guy?]
[Goodness, isn’t she single?]
[Intriguing, maybe we should comfort Sierra, could she be nursing a broken heart?]
Upon seeing this, Sierra Summers washed her hands and raised a finger in front of the camera, shaking it.
no, no, no.
After returning from the Sterling Family, Sierra Summers deeply reflected on herself, deciding not to take rumors at face value or believe everything she saw online.
Her brother had already said Caleb Sterling didn’t have a woman around, so where were all these online conclusions coming from?