The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 425 - 424 The Kicked Boss

The mention of Master Fan immediately livened up the comments section.

"With Master Fan here, there’s definitely no chance of a disaster."

"That’s what I was thinking, Mr. Xiao He might mess up, but Master Fan won’t."

"Show some respect for Uncle Xiao He, will you?"

"It’s fine, I believe Uncle Xiao He agrees with us."

"Exactly, I think Uncle Xiao He trusts Master Fan even more than we do."

At that moment, Fu Yunhe, who had reached out for the seasoning, retracted his hand.

"Everyone is absolutely right, my trust in Master Fan is no ordinary matter."

"On our planet, everyone from Boss to three-year-old babies loves Master Fan’s cooking."

"Now I’m actually jealous of the three-year-old baby you mentioned."

"Me too, to be born is the ultimate goal of our efforts."

"Routine inquiry, when is Mr. Xiao He hiring?"

Fu Yunhe didn’t answer the question from the netizens and began preparing the Menz instead.

"This is garlic water, add some. Sesame paste is a must-have."

"In this small pot, there’s tofu skin and little beef meatballs, cooked in broth, a bit of soup mixed with the tofu skin, and a couple of meatballs."

The bowl holding the Menz on camera already had several ingredients in it, and Fu Yunhe didn’t stir anything because the garlic water and sesame paste were quite runny.

After pouring them in, they sank to the bottom of the bowl, leaving a little residual on top, the flavors seeping in beautifully.

"For those who like it spicy, you can add some chili, while green onions and coriander are also to your own taste."

In the frame, Fu Yunhe sprinkled some coriander on top, the vibrant green acting as a refreshing finish that seemed to give the bowl of Menz a soul.

"That’s it, my mouth is watering now."

"When Mr. Xiao He poured in that garlic juice and sesame paste, I almost couldn’t hold back."

"The taste of sesame paste really is super comforting. After trying Liangpi once, I fell in love with it."

"Me too, but there’s so little sesame in the interstellar, almost none."

"And even if there was, we couldn’t afford it."

Fu Yunhe still didn’t speak, he kept on preparing different tasting Menz, some with chili, some without coriander.

After making ten portions, Fu Yunhe finally spoke.

"I’ll have a bowl myself, then continue the live stream."

Fu Yunhe picked up the first bowl of Menz he made, with a spoon in his other hand.

With the first spoonful, he gently scooped a little from the top, the quivering Menz was carefully carried to his mouth.

"Mmm, the texture of Menz is quite unique, the outer shell slightly crisp with a hint of burn, the inside chewy with a bit of tenderness, the sesame paste intensifying the aroma, and the garlic sauce reviving on the tip of the tongue. Add to that a touch of broth flowing in your mouth, the distinctive fragrance of coriander, delicious."

"I think he’s taking revenge on us."

"When will he remember to start the tasting for us?"

"Hearing his slightly deranged voice, I doubt one bowl will be enough."

"The Boss isn’t here."

"Without the Boss, who can control the show-off, Mr. Xiao He?"

"Seems like nobody."

"No! Boss, I miss you!"

"I am the Boss, Mr. Xiao He, hurry up and start the virtual."

"What the heck? Someone’s impersonating the Boss."

"Admin, get on this, please."

"Right, right, look at this place, and they dare cause trouble."

At that moment, Nian Shutong, who was watching the live stream from a location at the border of the Insect Clan, helplessly curled her lips.

"A bunch of ignorant people! That’s the real Boss for crying out loud!"

"And they kick me out, let’s see who—"

"Holy moly, I actually got kicked out!"

Nian Shutong looked at the notification in front of her; you have been removed from the live stream room.

She felt she might be the first Boss who had ever been kicked out of her own live stream.

Nian Shutong didn’t bother re-entering, though. She initially wanted to hustle with everyone to get a taste of what this virtual live stream was really about.

But she was kicked out after just one comment.

Meanwhile, Fu Yunhe, who was tasting the Menz, looked at the kicked account and silently put down the bowl.

"I think you might have made a fatal mistake."

[What’s the matter? Why has he stopped eating?]

[Did he suddenly develop a conscience today?]

[Doesn’t sound like it.]

"The account that was just kicked out seems to really be Boss’s account."

Although Fu Yunhe used the words "seems to be," he knew it was Nian Shutong’s account.

Because Nian Shutong’s Light Computer settings were all configured by him, and the external protective account name was "Poisonous Fairy 78398."

The Id of the account cannot be duplicated, so it was obvious who this person was.

[What did Mr. Xiao He just say?]

[The wind is too strong, I didn’t hear clearly.]

[Mr. Xiao He said, that the one just now seems, probably, to be Boss’s account.]

[Mr. Xiao He, you take another look, no seems or probably.]

[Mr. Xiao He, you must save me! It wasn’t intentional to kick the Boss out! I really didn’t know! I’m innocent!]

[Ha Ha Ha! It’s the first time I’ve seen an administrator of Mr. Xiao He so humble!]

[Is it really the Boss? It’s over, is it too late for me to retract my comments now?]

[This is a live broadcast, you can’t retract.]

[Oh no! What have I done!]

Fu Yunhe didn’t tease everyone anymore, and directly said, "Let’s start the virtual event for everyone, after all, the Boss has spoken."

"Virtual event starting, please pay attention, everyone."

[So it is really the Boss, what’s the Boss’s name?]

[Damn, I forgot!]

[I wasn’t paying attention either.]

[Something Immortal?]

[There’s a ’poison’ word in it, right?]

[And a string of numbers behind it?]

[That, I really can’t remember.]

[Isn’t anyone grabbing the Menz?]

[Grabbed some, delicious.]

[Extremely delicious!]

[Addictive!]

"Today’s live broadcast ends here, I wish you all a wonderful day, goodbye."

The first thing Fu Yunhe did after ending the broadcast was to send a message to Nian Shutong.

But Nian Shutong did not reply for the time being and Fu Yunhe didn’t know what he was up to.

After waiting for a while and not receiving a message, when Fu Yunhe looked up again, several large heads appeared through the window.

"Want some Menz?"

Fu Yunhe asked with a somewhat knowing tone as Rubble and Ha Ha poked their heads in.

Ha Ha looked at the substantial amount of Menz left and grudgingly said,

"The good person isn’t here, Ha Ha’s appetite isn’t great, three bowls will do."

"Rubble will collect data with two bowls."

"Uncle Xiao He, Dou Dou is small, one bowl will do."

"I want two pieces!"

"One bowl."

"I’m getting old, one bowl will do."

Each person placed their order.

Fu Yunhe looked at this group of people treating him as an ordering window, and realized he had been foolishly worried before.

Where did these people look scared?

On one side, Master Fan, who had been ready to help, stepped forward with a smile to lend a hand.

"Come on, let’s stir-fry the Menz."

Fu Yunhe could not help but laugh, joining Master Fan and beginning the stir-frying of Menz.

And the Nian Shutong he couldn’t contact was engaged in a heated battle with a group from the Insect Race.

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