Scum Male's Whitewashing Manual

6.14

It was late at night, but the huge fan base of his account quickly tapped in and viewed the live broadcast, and the chat log suddenly flew all over the sky.

[Yi? What happened? I’m surprised that the anchor didn’t broadcast live today, and that it was changed to a late-night session. My word! I’m going to call people over.]

[I’m coming, I’m coming!! Anchor, do you love me?! Needless to say, I love you!]

[Ah, ah, ah, ah, I just got ready to catch up with the live broadcasts of the anchor. What kind of food should you cook today? Late night poisoning!?]

Just as a group of fans were screaming for a live broadcast, a man’s voice, much hoarser than usual, was heard on the screen. “I’m sorry, everyone, I didn’t broadcast live during the day today. I just remembered, suddenly there was a dish I wanted to show you, so I came.”

[What happened to the anchor voice? Why do you seem so tired?]

[Yes, the anchor is never late, but his voice is still so nice.]

[It’s so late, if the anchor is tired, go to rest, we are not in a hurry.]

“Today, I’ll make you an orphan dish.”

[Orphan dish??]

[This name is so strange…]

[How come I’ve never heard of this name? It’s hard to ask people in the middle of the night.]

The hands on the screen were still so slender and good-looking, like being carefully crafted by craftsmen. The man had a slightly deep voice. “First of all, we need some raw materials. This dish was created by myself when I was a child, and the raw materials are based on my childhood.”

“First of all, we need a big bowl.”

A large sea bowl was brought into the shot, and the hands picked up a particularly small potato from the side, peeled it, and threw it in.

“Potatoes, cabbage, onions, ginger, all left unpeeled. I really can’t find any hard steamed bread, so we will just use normal steamed bread instead. Put all these in, add a spoonful of salt, and finally, we pour boiled water.”

The boiling water was poured in, and the strange food inside lay quietly. There was a moment of silence in the barrage.

[Is this… dark cuisine? Anchor, are you making this because you’re afraid we won’t be able to sleep at night watching the food?]

[I just want to say; Chinese cabbage will be fine. Even if other dishes are soaked in boiling water, they would still be raw!]

[The style of broadcasting tonight is so weird, and I always felt that the Anchor’s mood is unstable. He is talking with his deep vibrato as usual, but it feels different this time.]

The hands on the screen found a book to press on the large bowl, and the man in front of the camera sat down. “Now, wait for five minutes.”

[Even if you wait 50 minutes, it won’t be softened!]

[Anchor, have you been drinking? That’s a pretty heavy intoxication.]

“I drank a little wine, but not much, just a little…” The magnetic voice said again.

The ‘I Love Voice’ girl from before, since her last private message with the Anchor ended with him actually texting her back, had become a true fan, eagerly watching the live broadcasts of the Anchor every day. As usual, she was prepared to watch today’s broadcast, but then it didn’t happen for the first time. There was also no news on the Anchor’s Weibo saying anything about missing today’s broadcast. She was worried that something had happened to the Anchor, and she couldn’t sleep when she turned over and over at night.