The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 403 - 402: Serious Humor Can Be Deadly

Ms. Nian Shutong naturally also saw the wild amusement in the comment section, and after waiting a moment, she began to give everyone a detailed analysis.

"Let me show you our costs, instant noodles are made from flour, and since we produce our own flour, the cost isn’t high. We manufacture our own machinery, which has a cost but it’s manageable—it’s a one-time larger expense."

"As for the packaging technology, we use aseptic preservation techniques which guarantee a shelf life of three months, after which we do not recommend consumption."

"The flavoring packets inside are our own blend of spices, and the sources of these spices are special products of our planet."

"The costs aren’t high, but the formula is priceless."

"So, rest assured, our instant noodles are very safe."

[Boss, you don’t have to be so serious, you gave me a scare.]

[Yeah, there’s an invisible authority in what the boss says.]

[Exactly, it feels like you have to listen, or else there’s a rush of panic like you’re going to be silenced.]

[What kind of adjective is that? But I must say you’re right.]

[Mr. Xiao He, why don’t you learn from other hosts? They’re all tearful, swearing through their sobs.]

[They even reveal their tragic pasts, swearing they wouldn’t do anything against their conscience.]

[Since ancient times, there have been many tricks, and live streaming is half of it.]

Ms. Nian Shutong was ready to leave, but seeing the requests in the comment section, she decided to satisfy everyone’s curiosity.

"Rest assured, I won’t do anything against my conscience, after all, I think conscience is optional."

"But I am a serious businesswoman, and I also need to make a living, so I need to make money. Therefore, I tell you candidly, chemical substances are too expensive, Little River Live wouldn’t buy them."

"Our principle is to do the most with the least money."

"As for swearing an oath, I’d rather not do that, let Xiao He do it."

Below the camera, Ms. Nian Shutong pulled on the arm of the person next to her.

[Boss, how do you switch so smoothly between cute and authoritative?]

[LOL, I’m dying of laughter.]

[Seriously, I can’t stop laughing.]

[And poor Mr. Xiao He, getting dragged out to make an oath.]

[Xiao He, there’s a knife ahead, you go first.]

[Xiao He, there’s a landmine ahead, you go first.]

[Xiao He, there’s a pit ahead, you jump first.]

[Xiao He, there’s money ahead, just wait.]

[Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! The money part is too good.]

The comment section was full of joy, and Fu Yunhe willingly played along.

"Since the boss has spoken, I’ll make an oath for everyone."

"If our instant noodles contain any harmful substances, then we’ll stop live streaming."

[What the heck? What kind of oath is that?]

[I feel like we’re the ones who would lose out.]

[Mr. Xiao He, you’re not being very honest.]

[Everyone should look at it from another perspective; Mr. Xiao He and the team are confident that there’s no issue with their product.]

[Is that so? What does it smell like?]

Fu Yunhe lifted the lid off the instant noodles to show everyone.

"This is instant noodles, you can also add some vegetables or an egg if you like, just put them into boiling water and cook them together."

"Now let’s start the virtual demonstration."

Fu Yunhe got to work, and Ms. Nian Shutong had returned to her seat.

At this moment, everyone in the watching crowd had a bowl of instant noodles, even Dou Dou had a small bowl with a few strands in it.

"Mr. Nian, this is yours."

A bowl of cooked instant noodles, topped with ham slices, greens, poached eggs, and beef strips.

It really looked appetizing.

"Who cooked this?"

Ms. Nian Shutong asked because Master Fan was resting.

"It was me."

Rubble raised one hand to signify his presence.

"Good, it’s so fragrant."

Ms. Nian Shutong held a pair of chopsticks, first picked up some instant noodles, blew on them gently, and slurped them into her mouth.

Delicious.

Having instant noodles as a snack at night was indeed enjoyable.

Over at Fu Yunhe’s end, he had finished the virtual tasting and began to talk to everyone about Mecha issues.

However, today he was somewhat tortured.

Everybody opposite him held a portion of cooked instant noodles, and their aroma kept wafting into his nostrils, making its way into his mouth and triggering the secretion of saliva.

So unfair.

After an hour of livestreaming, Fu Yunhe was finally relieved when it ended.

But the people opposite him had finished eating long ago, and during the latter half of the broadcast, they had hardly listened attentively; some were even heard snoring.

Ms. Nian Shutong pointed to the spot beside her and said to Fu Yunhe, "This won’t do, we have to think of something new."

"Mecha as an interlude is okay, but focusing on it is seriously sleep-inducing."

No sooner had Fu Yunhe sat down than Rubble brought him a bowl of cooked instant noodles.

After Rubble put it down, he went off to rest, and the others dispersed, leaving only Ms. Nian Shutong and Fu Yunhe together.

"Do you still want to eat?"

Fu Yunhe didn’t start eating but first asked Ms. Nian Shutong.

"No, I’ve had quite a bit already."

"Alright, then I’ll eat it myself."

Fu Yunhe picked up the chopsticks and clutched some instant noodles to cool off.

"In the future, just prepare dishes that take longer to make, or do you want to add any new segments?"

"The thing is, I might not be good with new segments."

Fu Yunhe finally tasted the instant noodles after finishing his statement, feeling content.

Ms. Nian Shutong pondered Fu Yunhe’s words; a new segment? Let’s wait a bit longer.

There were still so many cuisines, no rush to start a new segment.

"Then prepare the dishes. If you can’t handle it, you can let Master Fan take over. Rubble can do some of the finer tasks as well."

"It would be good to get them both gradually acquainted with the audience so that if you have to leave and we can’t livestream, we’ll have someone to handle things."

Fu Yunhe nodded as he ate his noodles.

"Okay, I’ll arrange it."

After agreeing, Ms. Nian Shutong left to go cultivate, leaving Fu Yunhe alone, eating instant noodles by himself.

He sped up to finish quickly and went back to his room to make money.

He still owed Rubble quite a bit of money, and he wanted to surprise Ms. Nian Shutong with a gift before he departed.

Three days passed, and the factory area was now completely cleared.

Today, Ms. Nian Shutong was to take a unique interstellar waterproof and moisture-proof coating to coat a patch of land in the factory area.

Once coated, they could gradually move the factory buildings over.

With the help of many people, robots, and Ms. Nian Shutong, they finished coating the paint within a day.

The land in the factory area now appeared greyish-blue, with hardly any soil exposed, and all the future factories would be built upon it.

When Ms. Nian Shutong returned from the factory area, Rubble, accompanied by Ji Sisi and a group of robots he had developed, was ready to set off.

They were going to install the hydroelectric system for the factory and set up communication and transport.

"You’ve worked hard, Rubble."

"Ms. Nian Shutong, your three snack machines are ready."

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