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◈ I Stream as a Hobby ◈
Chapter 17: Cooking Stream
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After planning the Valentine’s event, I went live that very evening to announce my noble decision.
“I, Wayo, will be holding a Valentine’s cooking stream!!”
-Gasp
-What
-With a camera???
“Of course! What, did you think I’d make you stare at a wall during a cooking stream?”
-Let’s go lmaooo
-ALL HAIL EMPRESS WAYO
-Wait is this for real??
The announcement was more than enough to change the mood of the stream, which had been unsettled by the news of my long break.
“You all seemed so down about my break, so I thought my homemade chocolates could at least warm your hearts...”
And so I made my grand promise. Bang, bang!
I’m a VTuber who does cooking streams on Valentine’s Day! Look at me!
I strutted around, showing off.
Public opinion always favored whoever shouted the loudest, after all.
I kept going on about Valentine’s Day like a politician announcing campaign promises during election season.
On top of that, I said I’d take entries during the stream and send handmade chocolates to randomly selected viewers...
Then Valentine’s Day arrived.
[430 viewers]
The stream hit a truly record-breaking viewer count.
It was about twice my usual number.
For an unknown, small-time VTuber to pull numbers like that, it could only mean one thing.
Even the Just Chatting strays, who normally drifted between channels, had all gathered here.
Of course, I’d had this many people during that community incident, but this time, they were all people who actually watched my streams. That made it especially meaningful.
Feeling proud, I started by showing them the main base where we’d be making Dubai chewy cookies today.
“All right, here’s the kitchen table. This is where we’ll make them.”
-What’s with the marble??
-Let’s go lol
-Are you rich??
-Wow look at the floor
The camera pointed straight down at the kitchen table, where the ingredients and equipment for the Dubai chewy cookies were already laid out.
Mounting the camera had been a struggle, but I’d secured it high enough to show the whole table at once.
-When are you coming on camera??
-All right let’s see those hands
With this setup, the person actually making the cookies would inevitably have their hands and arms on camera.
“Here we go.”
As I said that, a long arm slid into view over the kitchen table.
Nicely tanned, with clearly visible veins.
Very long and rather pretty...
-??
-???
-What??
-Are you a guy??
“Well, Wayo’s a virtual life-form, right? So I brought someone to be my avatar.”
Yes, that was our Aseong’s arm.
“Come on, say hello.”
“...I’m her little brother.”
-???
-????
-??
Aseong’s barely audible introduction briefly threw the chat into confusion.
But only briefly.
-Is that really your brother??
-Little bro has entered the chat lmaooo
-Alpha male holy shit
Aseong had appeared on stream once before.
Since nearly all my viewers had gathered here, quite a few recognized him.
So first, they were surprised.
“Well? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
-Lmaooooo
-Lmaooo
-Wow she’s dumping this on her brother
Second, they were amused.
And their third and final reaction...
-So you’re not coming on camera??
-??Then what are you doing?
-Look at this bitch exploiting her brother lmaooo
-You said YOU were making them you fuck lmaooo
They finally realized they’d been played.
* * *
My viewers had been thoroughly played.
Still, the mood of the stream wasn’t bad.
“Don’t worry. I’ll still be doing the cooking.”
-All I see on camera are some dude’s arms??
-Go on brother-in-law~ Give it a try
-Don’t bully my brother-in-law
They might have felt betrayed that I wasn’t appearing on camera after all that bragging.
But wasn’t having fun what mattered to viewers?
Something different could be fun too, so most of them were probably willing to wait and see.
“All right, do we start by toasting the kataifi?”
-Yep
-That’s right
-I heard Dubai chewy cookies are hard to make
“You heard them, little brother?”
“Yeah...”
-His voice lmaooo
-Brother-in-law... You’re not being forced into this right??
-He sounds so depressed lol
To make the filling for the Dubai chewy cookies, we first had to grind up the kataifi and toast it.
But I really didn’t like the tone of Aseong’s voice. He was supposed to be my hands and feet while I served as supreme commander.
“My dear little brother.”
“Huh?”
“Am I forcing you to do this, by any chance?”
He must have been embarrassed about doing this on stream.
Honestly. He was going to hurt his big sister’s feelings.
“N-no.”
-Sounds like she is though??
-Brother-in-law 😭
-Stop bullying my brother-in-law you asshole
“Hmm.”
If he kept sounding that miserable, people would get the wrong idea about me.
“Come here a second.”
I beckoned to Aseong from where I stood toward the living room, completely outside the camera’s view.
“Huh?”
“Come on.”
Aseong flinched, but when I put some big-sister authority into my voice, he slowly came over.
“Wh-what is it?”
“My dear Aseong.”
I put a friendly arm around my little brother’s shoulders, and he bent down without being asked.
Hmm. At least he still remembered his manners.
“You’re all grown up now. It must be hard having your sister keep ordering you around.”
Actually, Aseong had prepared all the ingredients for the Dubai chewy cookies too.
I’d made him do everything from the prep work to the cooking, so he must have been getting frustrated.
“Huh? Y-yeah, right? I’m not in high school anymore.”
Of course, I knew I was working Aseong hard.
He was an adult now. How difficult must it be to get bossed around by a sister only a few years older?
“Mm, yes. I understand completely.”
Right. Aseong was an adult now.
He was old enough to go to college, work part-time, and enjoy his youth.
Which meant he no longer needed an allowance from his big sister, right?
I was so proud of his mature desire to stand on his own two feet.
And so, as I warmly praised my little brother’s growth, a bright, intelligent light began returning to his dull eyes.
* * *
“We had a brief disturbance.”
“Hello! I’m the tool that’ll be making Dubai chewy cookies under my sister’s orders today! Just call me Little Brother!”
-????
-??
-B-brother-in-law..?
-What the hell did this bitch say to him...?
-Please wave a carrot if you’re being oppressed 😭
“Oppressed? What’s so strange about a little brother helping his big sister?”
“N-nothing? It’s only natural, isn’t it?”
-???
-Lmaooooo
-What’s happening??
-Where did the guy from earlier go??
Mm. Yes, now that was my little brother.
Satan had left him, and intelligence had returned. I pointed Aseong toward the kataifi and the blender.
“All right, grind it up first, then toast it in the frying pan.”
“Aye!”
With that spirited cry, he did an excellent job of grinding the kataifi in the blender.
Just what I’d expect from my bright little brother.
-No seriously what did you say to him over there
-Wow those forearms
-Does your brother work out??
“My brother? Well, he used to do a bit.”
He’d kept going to the jiu-jitsu gym even while playing baseball, so he had a fair amount of athletic experience.
That disciplined attitude probably came from his childhood on sports teams too.
“Now just toast it nicely.”
“Do I just put it in?”
“Keep stirring it evenly so it doesn’t burn.”
Anyway, the Dubai chewy cookies were coming along smoothly.
Of course they were. We had Wayo, an excellent supreme commander, and an obedient soldier.
-Does this person cook with her mouth??
-Wow she seriously hasn’t lifted a finger
-Wayo (Unfit to Cook)
“What do you mean, unfit? Look how well I’m doing.”
Weren’t humans creatures that used tools?
Since I was using Aseong as a tool right now, in a way, it was practically the same as cooking by myself.
“Little brother, you’re working a bit slowly.”
“Huh? Oh, this is harder to mix than I thought.”
“Is it heavy?”
“N-no, ma’am!”
Anyway, once he’d toasted the kataifi and mixed in melted white chocolate, we had a pretty convincing filling for the Dubai chewy cookies.
“Oh... This actually looks pretty good.”
-Your brother’s got talent lol
-That was quick
-You’d better buy him a meal
“I’ll think about the meal. Anyway, now we shape this into balls, right?”
-Yep
-Just make nice neat balls
-Think you can manage??
“Sure, we’ll manage. You heard them, right?”
-???
-Wait he’s doing the shaping too??
-Then what are YOU doing??
Unfortunately, shaping the Dubai chewy cookies would also mean putting my arms under that camera, wouldn’t it?
For someone who had to be as careful as possible, that was a lot to ask.
Besides, if I was going to do the shaping myself, I would’ve just done everything from the start.
“Let’s see you make some nice balls, little brother.”
“Okay...”
And so, shaping the kataifi fell to Aseong too.
“You’re pretty good at this.”
Was it because he’d played baseball? He really did make them perfectly round.
-Oh lol
-He’d make a great bride for real
-Our brother-in-law’s doing great lol
“They say you’re doing well.”
“R-really?”
They said praise could make even a whale dance.
After hearing me pass along the compliments, Aseong began picking up speed.
With the grip strength he’d built over about ten years of jiu-jitsu, he squeezed the kataifi into balls in no time.
“Oh, well done.”
-He really is good lol
-Wait how big is the age gap between you two??
-Bossing him around like that takes at least ten years of seniority
But these people were starting to focus on the wrong thing.
Instead of admiring Aseong’s skills, they were paying attention to how obediently he followed orders.
“Oh, we’re not that far apart.”
I hadn’t revealed my age, but it would be unfair if they thought I was much older, so I corrected them.
In my thirties? How could they say something so rude to a young girl who was still just about in her early twenties?
-You don’t get that kind of discipline with a one or two year age gap
-It’s at least five years
“Does there have to be a big age gap?”
For the record, Aseong had lived under the same roof as me for twenty years, from the day he was born until he went off to a cram school to retake his college entrance exam.
“Now, little brother. One year between a brother and sister means...?”
In other words, I’d had plenty of time to teach him manners.
“...”
-He says he doesn’t know??
-One year apart is basically the same age lol
Oh, come now. He used to be so good at this when he was little.
I sucked in a sharp breath. “One year between a brother and sister means...?”
Aseong hesitated, apparently embarrassed to say it in front of other people.
But under my sharp gaze, he finally opened his mouth.
“...A hundred taekwondo black belt ranks.”
-????
-???
-??No way lmaooo
-Lmaooooo
“Even if you can catch a Phantom jet in flight...”
“Y-you can’t catch up to an older sibling’s age.”
“You heard him, right?”
Mm. It had been a while, but he still remembered it well.
-This fucking bitch...
-She turned her brother into a Marine recruit lmaooo
-You really can’t catch up to an older sibling’s age yep
It wasn’t a saying people used much these days.
But that was how siblings worked. No matter how small the age gap, the older one stood as high above you as the heavens.
Footnotes:
The “Marine recruit” joke references Korean Marine Corps internet memes about extreme discipline and absurd seniority rules.
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