Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy-Chapter 59: She Sounds and Looks So Kind

Qian Xingxing was certainly a man of great ambition.

Meimei was going on and on about all of Little President Qian’s values. As Jiang Qiuqiu listened, she felt that something wasn’t quite right. "Sister Mingmei, you seem to know Little President Qian awfully well." After all, they had only worked together for a few days, yet his name was constantly on her lips.

Following the tropes of a 21st-century romance novel, these two—

One, an untouchable corporate magnate; the other, his diligent and responsible secretary (Meimei’s position was essentially Qian Xingxing’s assistant). They shared the same ideals, the same ambitions!

A whirlwind of push and pull, of chasing and being chased, and then... they would live happily ever after.

"An employee should always get to know her boss." Meimei chuckled, then casually asked, "So, Qiuqiu, if Little President Qian wanted you to do some charity livestreams in the future, would you be willing?"

"Charity livestreams?"

"Yep," Meimei said, her tone deliberately casual. "You’d be doing charity work as a promotional streamer on the Low-level Stars."

"You know how Little President Qian is, always thinking big. He wants the people on the Low-level Stars to taste the finest foods of the Federation. After all, good food always brings people hope."

"Of course, I can." Jiang Qiuqiu knew she couldn’t be the one to drive class-level change, but she wasn’t opposed to participating in a charity event.

"Besides," she added, "did I not mention it before? I’m from a Low-level Civilization Planet myself."

"...?"

A sharp gasp came from the other end of the line.

Jiang Qiuqiu chuckled. "Surprised, Sister Mingmei?"

"I admit, I didn’t expect that."

Leaving a Low-level Civilization Planet was no simple feat. Worried she might be touching upon a painful part of Jiang Qiuqiu’s past, Meimei decided not to press the issue and instead changed the subject to the next day’s tutorial livestream.

Meimei said, "The most important thing for a tutorial livestream is engagement. I’ll make an official thread for you in your Federation fan community tonight. You can use it to announce the stream and have fans who attempt the recipe post videos of their results. Then, you can pick a time to review them."

It would bring the streamer and her fans closer, and it would also add a fun new segment to the livestream.

"Good point, but I doubt tomorrow’s review session will be very entertaining. After all, cooking Rice and making steamed buns probably doesn’t even rank a single star for difficulty, right?"

She shared her thoughts with Meimei, who just snorted with laughter. "You just wait and see."

"All you need to know is that when Federation people pick up a spatula and enter a kitchen, you should expect the unexpected."

"?"

They chatted for a few more minutes before Meimei noticed how late it was and urged Jiang Qiuqiu to get some rest.

"You have your special livestream tomorrow, so I’ll let you go."

"Alright, goodbye, Sister Mingmei."

The moment her call with Jiang Qiuqiu ended, Meimei immediately dialed Qian Xingxing.

"What did she say?"

"Qiuqiu agreed."

"I knew it! She has to be a kind person."

"...How could you tell, Little President Qian?"

"I could tell just from her gentle voice. Wonderful, wonderful! That’s a huge load off my mind. Now my charity livestream plan for the Low-level Stars can really get started!"

Little President Qian was always so full of energy. Meimei gave a helpless smile and chimed in, "You have a great eye, Little President Qian. I’m sure it will be a success."

"But of course."

To make every star in the Federation shine brightly—that was his, Qian Xingxing’s, lifelong mission!

Meanwhile, Jiang Qiuqiu was drifting off to sleep.

Unusually, she had a dream that night.

She dreamed of the body’s original owner’s past, of the harrowing scenes she had witnessed, one after another, on the low-level planet. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

It was a place comparable to the slums of Africa from her own time.

Benighted, ignorant, painful, and utterly devoid of hope.