At this moment, Little Picky Eater and the middle-aged streamer stared fiercely at each other, their gazes like lightning, and their hands steady as a rock, refusing to let go of the chopsticks gripping the food!

How could they possibly let go?

This fish skin was cut into fine shreds and served cold. Since it’s all about skills at the dining table, they aimed to scoop up the entire plate with one chopstick grab!

Although it’s not very dignified, they’ve paid the money, so who cares about dignity?

In any case, the two stubbornly refused to let go.

And just at that moment, a third and fourth pair of chopsticks deftly reached over, taking advantage of their opponents’ standoff to tear away a huge chunk.

Now, the once-heaping plate was left with just the third they were fighting over.

Little Picky Eater: ?!!

Looking over at the two who had sneaked in, they were sheepishly chewing and laughing while mumbling:

"Sorry, bad habits, I love to steal..."

The other, a bit more cultured: "You know, when the snipe and the clam...[struggle]..."

Stuffing a huge wad into their mouths, they raised their arms again—

This was outrageous!

Little Picky Eater and the middle-aged streamer exchanged a glance, quickly releasing their chopsticks, competing to be the quicker and faster, each swiftly dividing the remaining fish skin shreds in half.

Meanwhile, the young streamer who had just finished live-streaming this scene had finally picked up his chopsticks.

Checking the comments:

[Haha, a food snatching contest, is it? Was this planned?]

[Why didn’t the streamer try it and comment on the taste?]

[The script is too exaggerated. It’s just a cold dish; is it worth fighting over like this?]

[You don’t understand, the streamer is setting it up, surely going to praise this place next. I wonder how much they’re getting paid this time]

The online chatter was all over the place, but the young streamer felt genuinely wronged because he hadn’t had a decent bite yet!

The lone rose in the middle of the fish skin shreds laid there, and his chopsticks stopped mid-air. Pausing for a moment, he slowly put that solitary flower onto his plate.

Then he sighed and said to his viewers:

"This isn’t scripted at all; I haven’t even had a single bite yet. But since we paid so much, gotta have something in the bowl, right? See, it’s not empty now."

Well then!

His earnest tone, coupled with the odd-looking flower in the bowl, quieted many of the teasing and malicious comments, but more people started clamoring:

[Where is this place that they’re fighting so hard over?]

[Try it, come on, try it.]

[Want to see a mukbang from the streamer]

[Wait a minute, haven’t I seen this dish in another livestream?]

[All Fish Feast! I know this is an All Fish Feast!!! Streamer, are you silly? What a chance; dig in!]

Several assistants were busy backstage, muting and kicking out trolls who were causing trouble.

Others were responsible for thanking those who sent gifts, contacting them later to send them a token of appreciation.

Some were specifically picking up comments that the streamer missed and emphasizing them, while some were constantly adjusting the camera focus...

In short, everyone was busy.

The fish scale jelly and cold fish skin shreds, although the aroma was somewhat tempting, lacked that hot dish appeal, so everyone silently pondered:

Indeed quite tempting.

But didn’t think much of it.

The young streamer, seeing the comments in agreement, was just about to smile and say:

"I’ll try it in a while."

But just as he opened his mouth to speak, Little Picky Eater’s distinctly round face came over:

"You’re not eating this flower, right?"

Young Streamer: ?!!

He checked the live stream in front of Little Picky Eater and confirmed that the phone hadn’t moved!

But since he had a mic pinned to his chest, surely this could pick up the voice, right?

He could transfer the flower to his own stream—

Alright.

His expression became solemn once again:

Today’s streamers are really going all out! For the sake of entertaining the audience, they truly pull out all the stops.

He realized he was far behind!

He took a deep breath, just beginning to set his goals on catching up, when he saw Little Picky Eater, who didn’t even wait for a reply, apply another thick layer of confidence, and cheerfully reach out with chopsticks:

"I knew at first glance you had high standards. If you’re not eating this, I will!"

Being so prominently featured, there must be something special about it!

Besides, it’s just a flower. Even if it has an ordinary taste, what’s the harm in eating it?