Little Picky Eater: ...

Well, traffic is king. Whatever the fans say, goes!

As they were talking, the other six people for this private room also arrived.

Compared to this group, the six newcomers were obviously together. As soon as they came in, they asked:

"Are you guys together? There are eight of us in total, could we swap for two seats?"

One quota, three family members. If you couldn’t be seated right away, it probably meant this quota was bought off scalpers, so the seating was arranged very late.

That being the case, eight people naturally couldn’t sit at one table.

But everyone had at least chipped in for the same set, so of course they weren’t willing to change. The newcomers looked around pleadingly; no one agreed, so they had to drop it.

At this moment they were busy setting up reflectors, fill lights, and so on, getting everything in place.

The not‑so‑small private room was packed to the brim by the time they were done.

Little Picky Eater had never done an eating stream with such a big setup before!

And although there were "six people" in this group, five of them were all serving the youngest one, which meant this one streamer, not even counting the two who couldn’t sit at the same table, had actually brought five assistants!

Little Picky Eater was a bit stunned at this point:

"Do you guys stream like this every time? What if some restaurants don’t allow so much equipment inside?"

The young man in the lead froze: "I’m a restaurant‑review streamer, I’ve got five to six hundred thousand followers, you know. If a restaurant doesn’t let me in, there must be something they don’t want filmed! So..."

He dragged out his tone: "If they won’t let me film, I just don’t go in."

Once he said that, honest little Little Picky Eater went silent.

After a while he reminded them:

"You guys better get all your parameters set first. The food here is really good, you have to eat it while it’s hot. I came here purely to eat. So I’m not going to wait till all the dishes are served before I start. As soon as one comes, I’ll eat one."

Wait, eating each dish as soon as it comes—how are you supposed to shoot like that?

The young man was dumbfounded: "Bro, you blew nearly a hundred grand to come eat this meal and you don’t want any traffic at all?"

Little Picky Eater was shocked again: "Isn’t it 19,999? The scalpers have jacked it up that high?!"

Even though he himself had spent five thousand when you averaged it out, hearing this news, he actually felt a tiny thrill of glee!

It felt like the membership card he’d impulsively bought back when he attended that banquet at Changleju was suddenly glowing at this very moment.

Tsk.

The young streamer was unhappy again.

"I only just got into the business, my connections are thin. I’m not like you guys who know all the ins and outs of this membership card. Who knew a Chinese restaurant could blow up like this? Now if you don’t have a membership and you don’t have a slot, you can only shell out a sky‑high price."

But that sky‑high price was way too high!

Little Picky Eater asked himself honestly: even knowing how delicious Changleju was, at a price close to a hundred thousand, he would absolutely never come just for a bite.

He’d rather stand downstairs and smell the aroma wafting up.

He opened his mouth, trying to rummage up a few words of comfort, when he saw the other guy tilt his chin again:

"Good thing the brand deals I’ve taken recently pay well, or I wouldn’t have been able to make up my mind to come eat this meal."

Little Picky Eater, who barely had any brand deals, shrank back into his seat in mute despair.

The other guy went on: "Gentlemen, I’ll be streaming solo this time, not planning to do a joint broadcast. Later my camera will be pointed at the table and the front. How about you sit on either side of me?"

That way they wouldn’t end up on camera, and it would avoid splitting the traffic.

The three fellow streamers hadn’t spoken yet when Little Picky Eater lit up: "You’re really going to chat and stream while eating? Then I, I’m really going to eat a lot, you know."

"Don’t come crying later that your hundred grand didn’t pay off... At the table, we all rely on our own skills, yeah!"

Those words were aimed not just at the young streamer but also at the three colleagues. Seeing how serious he was, everyone was taken aback.

Like... is that necessary?

Is that necessary?

Those three words were still circling in their heads when the first dish arrived.

First dish: [Dragon Scale Agar]

Putting aside the flashy name, it was basically chilled, dressed fish‑scale jelly.

The young streamer snapped shot after shot of the delicate plating, and was now greeting his viewers in the livestream room non‑stop.

He then gave a bit of background on Changleju’s past and present, followed by a detailed review of the restaurant’s environment, and finally a long sighing rant about how the slots for the whole‑fish banquet had been maliciously hyped up...

The assistants beside him didn’t even lift their heads, each fiddling with equipment, adjusting parameters, lights, lenses...

The hustle and bustle was something else!

Meanwhile, Little Picky Eater’s phone was just propped up there, and right now he said only one line: 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Friends, I’m starting to eat now!"

As he spoke, his chopsticks shot out, clamping down hard on a piece. His hand was as fast as a rabbit!

He only barely freed up enough mental space between chewing to share with his viewers:

"Don’t be fooled by how pricey our slot is today, I heard it’s still great value. This top‑tier set menu, meaning that aside from oil and salt, every other seasoning and ingredient is all top‑shelf quality like this..."

He closed his mouth and stopped talking.

So good!

So freaking good!!!