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◈ I Stream as a Hobby ◈
Chapter 18: Cooking Stream (2)
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“How do they look? Pretty convincing, right?”
-Oh lol
-Wow, nice work
-Seriously talented
To cut to the chase, our Valentine’s Day Dubai chewy cookies were a huge success.
I looked at the beautifully made cookies in front of me.
How much was all that worth?
Hadn’t they gone for as much as 10,000 won each at their peak?
Well, prices had probably dropped a lot by now.
Even kataifi had been pretty cheap, despite its reputation for being expensive.
“Shall we taste one?”
-Go for it
-You absolutely have to
-When’s the giveaway??
“Just post in the fan cafe with proof you watched today’s stream.”
I’d decided not to put any special restrictions on the cookie giveaway.
Watch the stream, leave a post in the fan cafe, and I’d send them out to randomly selected viewers. A truly fair...
-??
-?
-????
“...What?”
Had I said something wrong?
When I asked, genuinely confused...
-You want us to join the fan cafe??
-This bitch is scheming lol
-Do we look like suckers to you lmao
“Well, what else am I supposed to do? You need to leave your address so I can send them.”
This was so unfair.
What kind of schemer did they take me for?
I’d made that decision out of pure goodwill, in the interest of fairness.
-Just use your stream’s message board lmao
-What’s your message board there for??
...Well, I had been hoping to encourage a few fan cafe sign-ups.
This was the problem with sharp viewers...
“Ohhh, that’s an option? You’re all geniuses.”
-???
-This bitch is mocking us lmao
-I am NEVER joining
Well, that was a shame.
Wasn’t an active fan cafe a good thing for a streamer?
If I wanted to breathe some life into our deserted fan cafe, I had to put in the work.
“Anyway, let’s try one.”
For the record, we’d made Dubai chewy cookies, but I couldn’t eat any.
After all, what went into them?
As we’d just seen, you mixed kataifi with white chocolate.
Then wrapped it in toasted marshmallow... and so on.
Anyway, it wasn’t something a model should eat right before a fashion show.
I was flying out in just two days, and I’d be trying on all sorts of clothes once I arrived. I had to go in the best shape possible.
With that in mind...
“How is it?”
“Huh? It’s good.”
Aseong ate one for me.
It didn’t matter whether he ate ten Dubai chewy cookies or a hundred, did it?
Maybe he had a high basal metabolic rate, because he hardly ever gained weight.
Though he was very active, too.
“You all heard that, right? Confirmed delicious. Just think who made them.”
-Our brother-in-law did yep
-Seriously what did this bitch even do...?
-Just give your brother all today’s donations
-Aren’t you eating one??
-She’s even outsourcing the eating lmaooo
“How does it compare to the real thing?”
I glossed over the fact that I wasn’t eating and asked Aseong.
We’d followed the recipe, but I was curious how ours compared to the ones in stores.
“Huh? I’ve never had one.”
Aseong shook his head as he popped a second cookie into his mouth.
“What? You’ve never had Dubai chewy cookies?”
For the record, neither had I. But that was different, wasn’t it?
Had he been too busy studying at his college entrance exam retake academy when they were all the rage?
“You didn’t have any with your girlfriend?”
No, that was strange too... He’d been dating while at the academy, hadn’t he?
When you dated at his age, weren’t you supposed to try Dubai chewy cookies, butter tteok, bomdong bibimbap, and every other trendy food?
When I asked in confusion, Aseong shrugged.
“I’m not really into paying for something just because it’s trendy.”
“Really? I bet your girlfriend wanted to try them.”
At times like these, I remembered something my dear mentor, Han Seonghwa, had told me.
“I don’t get why people bother with these. Aren’t they just expensive and kind of ugly?”
“Hey, you two-eyed bitch.”
I’d been complaining about the bag charms that were popular in my class at the time.
“Following trends is a female instinct that goes back to our gathering days.”
What had she said after that?
She’d used some difficult words, so I couldn’t remember it very well. Something about building common ground within the safety of the tribe back when people were gatherers...
“So keep those thoughts to yourself and learn to close an eye. Go around winking.”
Anyway, it wasn’t some personal failing. It was how their genes were designed.
Remembering her advice that a two-eyed person like me should know to close one eye, I scolded Aseong. He gave me a look of disbelief.
“What’s with that face?”
“But you’re the one who told me.”
“Hm?”
“A real man should boss women around...”
“Stop, stop!”
-Gasp
-What
-Lmaooooooo
-All hail Wayo lmao
-Now that’s a patriarch 👍👍
When had I ever... Hmm.
...Actually, I did seem to remember saying that.
My traditionalist mentor, Han Seonghwa, had also given lectures on patriarchy.
I had to admit that she’d had a huge influence on me back then.
And I’d passed that influence down to Aseong, like hazing passed down the ranks.
It had all snowballed into him trying Dubai chewy cookies for the first time today.
“Ahem. Well, as long as they’re good. Let’s pack them up now.”
-Aren’t YOU eating one??
-She’s really not going to eat any
-Is something wrong with the taste??
“Oh, fine. I’ll eat one.”
So they weren’t going to let this slide?
I reluctantly gestured to Aseong, who put one on a plate and brought it over.
“Mm, that’s good.”
-You did eat it, right???
-Does this bitch not chew??
-??
For the record, I hadn’t eaten it.
I’d just set it beside me.
I could give it to Mom when she got home, or Aseong could have another one.
“Anyway, let’s start wrapping things up.”
I wasn’t going to eat it, so I changed the subject.
Besides, it was about time to end the stream.
We’d do the packing after I turned it off. There was so much left to do.
There were dishes to wash too. Aseong had some hard work ahead of him.
-Ah
-No no no no no
-Can’t we have a Q&A with our brother-in-law??
But the viewers didn’t want things to end here. They immediately started begging me to stay.
Right, was it because I’d be taking a break after today? I could feel their desperation to keep me here.
“You have questions for my brother?”
At that, Aseong turned toward me.
Hearing himself mentioned must have made him curious.
For the record, I was the only one watching chat.
They were behaving themselves right now, but our chat was usually pretty toxic.
Aseong wasn’t used to this sort of thing. He wouldn’t understand it.
After all, our dear Aseong hadn’t even had the chance to play something as common as Leore, so he’d never built up a tolerance for anonymous chat.
Why hadn’t he played Lel?
We’d always had just one computer at home.
And its owner had long since been decided.
As for going to a PC cafe, he’d been busy with both the baseball team and jiu-jitsu.
All his friends came from those circles too, and he’d even been an entertainment trainee in high school.
He’d lived a pretty good life without going off the rails.
‘He really doesn’t know how lucky he is...’
What other big sister would sacrifice herself to become a Leore gremlin for him?
I hoped Aseong appreciated all my efforts.
“What do you want to know?”
Anyway, with those thoughts in mind, I looked at chat. All sorts of questions were coming in.
-Did your sister hit you??
-How many years apart are you for you to be that scared of her??
-Brother-in-law, what do you think of us?
-How much allowance does Wayo give you?
-Is your sister pretty?? Urgent please
Most of them were either pointless or fishing for my red pill.
Honestly, could they be any more obvious?
“What are they saying?”
“They want to know what you think of them.”
“Huh? Hmm.”
Still, since he was curious, I picked one of the more acceptable questions and passed it along.
Aseong thought for a moment.
Scratch, scratch. He scratched his head and answered.
“My sister’s friends?”
-!!!
-Brother-in-law...!!
-My friend Wayo lmao
-Now that’s what I’m talking about lol
Judging by the reaction, that had been an excellent answer.
The little punk knew how to win people over.
“Who said you were my friends?”
-???
-Fuck...
-This bitch...
“I’m kidding.”
Yes, yes. They were wonderful friends.
Aseong had it exactly right.
Where else could I find friends who came over to watch every time I played a game?
Certainly not among my model friends.
“It’s still a little strange, though.”
“What is?”
Aseong hesitated at my question.
His expression seemed to ask whether it was okay to say this.
“Oh, it’s fine. Go ahead.”
Before the stream, I’d strictly forbidden anything related to my red pill.
I figured this must be something else, so I waved him on.
More importantly, the kid knew how to flatter people.
He’d just gotten into a nearby university, so he’d probably make the occasional appearance on stream.
I waited for his answer, hoping he’d take this chance to earn himself a few more points...
“Well, that... weird character? I don’t get why you keep it on the screen...”
“H-hey!”
This time, Aseong had scored a spectacular own goal.
Did this little shit have no respect for VTubers... Hmm. I supposed he wouldn’t.
-??!!
-No way lmao
-Brother-in-law...?
-A character...?
“Oh! I like anime too.”
My expression must have told him he’d said something wrong, because he hurried to fix it...
“What have you watched?”
“Recently, Demon Slayer...”
“Stop.”
What would a normie know about anime?
-Stop.
-Hah...
-Brother-in-law...
“But I even went to see it at the movies with my girlfriend last time...”
-Brother-in-law...?
-You suddenly feel so far away...
-You’re not our friend...
In the end, our viewers and Aseong were beings who could never understand each other.
“Tsk. This is the problem with normies...”
When I clicked my tongue, Aseong looked at me in disbelief.
His face seemed to say, “You, of all people?” But so what?
I wasn’t a normie, was I?
I just belonged to a few small social groups and knew a lot of people through work.
-Seriously...
-Turns out our brother-in-law is a normie we can’t associate with...
-Shall we just go play Lel??
“Yes, I’ll end the stream and go play Lel now.”
-You fucking...
-Play with the stream on, damn it;;
-This bitch NEVER takes back an ending announcement...
-Isn’t this where you’re supposed to do a bonus stream??
“If you’d like some of Wayo’s handmade Dubai chewy cookies, leave proof in the fan cafe...”
-Wayookies holy shit
-What part of this was handmade by you??
-You didn’t make them, fuck
-Fan cafe??
-You mean the message board, right??
I don’t care, I don’t care. Go post proof in the fan cafe!
Bring it back to life!
“Little brother, say goodbye!”
“Oh, uh, okay.”
And so, Wayo’s Valentine’s Day stream ended with a guy waving goodbye.
Two days later, I flew out to Paris.
“All of these?”
“You can do it!”
Leaving Aseong in charge of shipping the cookies.
Footnotes:
The “two-eyed” insult invokes the idea that, in a land of one-eyed people, the person with two eyes is the odd one out. The advice to close one eye and wink extends that image.
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