I'm a mukbang streamer, but I never purge. One day, someone spammed 100 "Carnival" gifts during my stream. All they wanted was to watch me eat in person, just once. When I arrived, I found out it wasn't just her. There was also a strikingly handsome guy with pale skin and a gaunt frame. The elegant lady pulled out a thick envelope. "If you can get him to take even one bite, this ten thousand dollars is yours." Turns out, severe anorexia is a real thing? I methodically polished off the entire table of food. Finally, I licked my lips and looked pitifully at the steak in front of him. "I... I'm still hungry. If you're not going to eat that, can I have it...?" His pupils dilated in shock, and his slender, bony hand slammed down on the plate. "This is mine!" My ex-boyfriend told everyone I ate like a pig. So, I decided to become a mukbang streamer. Suddenly, someone dropped 100 "Carnival" gifts in my chat. All for the chance to watch me eat a meal live. "You really eat with such gusto, can you truly eat anything?" She watched wide-eyed as I demolished a whole table of delicacies. Pointing to the handsome guy next to her, she slapped down a red envelope. "If you can get him to eat a single bite, this ten thousand is yours." Wait, people who don't like food exist? Not in my worldview. I licked my lips and stared longingly at the steak in front of him. "I... um... if you're not gonna eat that, can I have it...?" His pupils shook, and his elegant hand immediately guarded the plate. 1 He even picked up the bowl and had a few sips of mushroom soup. The lady next to him looked like she was about to cry tears of joy. But I just stared at his unfinished bowl. "Um, are you done with that? Can I drink it?" He looked at the table, wiped clean of food. Then he silently scooted his chair away from me. The elegant lady came to my rescue, "Dodo, are you still hungry?" I scratched my head, nodding sheepishly. "The portions here are kinda small, just a little bit on each plate." She glanced at the dozen empty plates on the table and silently ordered another round. My eyes lit up. This place was amazing, the mushroom soup was to die for. Soon enough, I finished that round too. Seeing me stare hungrily at his bowl again, the handsome guy couldn't help but take a few more sips. I wiped my mouth and started on the fruit platter. Chase finally couldn't hold back, "You can still eat fruit?" I looked at him curiously. "Fruit is delicious, why wouldn't I be able to eat it?" He reached out, pinched a slice of melon, and put it in his mouth. A flash of pain crossed my eyes. I unconsciously pulled the fruit platter closer to myself. The elegant lady's eyes were shining with excitement. She grabbed my hand. "Dodo, please, I'm begging you. Eat with my son every day." "Oh, don't worry, I'll cover all the food costs. You just need to show up." "Ten thousand... is ten thousand a month okay?" Turns out the handsome guy had anorexia, so severe he needed IV drips. I looked at her in surprise. A job this good exists? Seeing I didn't respond, she added, "Is it too little? Twenty thousand." Chase suddenly scoffed. "Mom, let's go. If we don't leave, she won't have anywhere to purge!" I stared at him blankly. You can insult my character. But you cannot insult my appetite. If it weren't for four eyes watching me, making me a little shy... I could have eaten another table full. Food is precious; I never waste a crumb. 2 Don't let my status as a humble little mukbang streamer fool you. I never, ever purge. "EatMoreDodo" is my handle. My real name is Bella Tang. But I've been hungry since I was a baby. Naming is serious business, folks. It wasn't that my family was poor. Legend has it, I cried day and night during my first month. My mom almost lost her mind. Until my grandma came to visit and mixed a giant bottle of formula. I drank every drop and finally stopped crying. My mom was baffled. My intake was ten times the recommended amount. Basically, I had been starving for a whole month. They say my first words were "Eat food." My mom always says... There was nothing in the house I hadn't gnawed on, except the toilet. Everyone else used bowls. I used a pot. Because running back and forth to refill a bowl was too tiring. All the buffet restaurants in my hometown had my photo up in the staff room. "If she comes, pay her to go to the competitor across the street!" My parents even took me to the hospital, but the doctor said I was healthy. He said some people are just born with a big appetite and a strong stomach. During puberty. I tried to eat tiny portions like the other girls. But by the afternoon, I was dizzy and seeing stars. By the next meal, I couldn't fake it anymore. The bowls I stacked up were half a meter high. My classmates were stunned by my appetite. They said I was born to be a mukbang streamer. Prophecy fulfilled. My mom always worried my salary wouldn't cover my food bill. It covers it just fine. After all, eating is my job. Doesn't that count as free meals? After a rough job hunt post-graduation, I just started livestreaming my daily meals. Somehow, people started treating me like a mukbang star. In reality, I was just eating my normal amount. Although my viewer count isn't as high as the big streamers, it's steady. Fans say they've never seen a streamer like me who goes live three times a day. More punctual than an alarm clock. And I chew slowly, making it pleasant to watch. They say watching me eat makes the food look delicious! Naturally. I eat on time, sleep early, wake up early, am not picky, and enjoy everything. Lots of people treat me as their virtual meal buddy. I picked up the red envelope from Chase's mom, Auntie Sarah. "Thanks for today, Auntie! I'm gonna go digest now!" Her eyes lit up with curiosity, "Digest?" Chase looked like he expected this, "Eating so much and staying thin, heh heh." I patted him. "You eat too little, nothing in your stomach. Otherwise, we could go together." Auntie Sarah looked excited. "Then take me with you! Is this an industry secret I'm allowed to see?" I was confused. Do rich people not know how to digest food? 3 I led them on a walk along the road. Clapping my hands front and back as we walked. "A hundred steps after a meal, live to ninety-nine, hey!" Then raising arms up and down, crossing to pat shoulders. "Rotate and twist the universe, boost yang and strengthen the body!" Then flicking fingers with both hands. "Flick flick hands, worries go away, hey!" Half an hour later, I squinted comfortably. Auntie Sarah's pupils were trembling. "This... this is what you call digestion?" Chase looked like he'd seen a ghost, lips pressed tight, speechless. I nodded. "You guys really don't know how to digest after a meal?" "I do this post-meal walking exercise every day." Auntie Sarah looked like she was about to jump. She slammed a card into my hand. "Okay, okay, okay! Here's twenty thousand. Just eat with him for a month first." "I'll also arrange a chef to come over. He can cook whatever you want." Look at this. I need to brag to my mom. People who know how to eat always have good luck! Twenty thousand a month! Auntie Sarah insisted on driving me home. The next day, she delivered Chase to the apartment across the hall. "I thought about it. Going to my place might make you uncomfortable, so sending him here is more convenient." "His nickname is Biggy. He's a year younger than you." She left without looking back after saying that. Only then did I learn they bought the apartment across the hall overnight. Rich people really do whatever they want... When will I become one of the rich people in this world?! I looked at Chase, whose legs were thin as ostrich legs. "Biggy?" He slammed the door shut. Then opened it a crack, speaking arrogantly. "My name is Chase." Oh well, names are important! Chase, like chasing food, but he doesn't eat! "Okay, Biggy!" 4 Early the next morning, I prepared breakfast. Then I knocked on Chase's door. He saw my table full of food. Each dish on a colorful plate. His handsome face was just like my plates. What's the word? Feast for the eyes. I had Chase sit at the other end of the long table. Then I turned on the phone on the stand to start the stream. My fans know my streams are quiet. Just a few sentences. "Hi everyone, breakfast time! Here's today's deliciousness." "Dodo is gonna start eating!" Then I focused on enjoying the food. First, a bite of yam and hawthorn jujube cake. Sweet and sour, really appetizing. Chase sat opposite me. As I chewed and chewed... He couldn't help but pick up a piece of cake too. Then he drank some porridge, mimicking my movements like a robot. I couldn't help sharing. "Biggy, I pickled these veggies myself. They smell amazing!" Comments started floating across the screen. "Streamer is eating breakfast with someone today? What about last night??" "Boo hoo, my little cabbage has a pig." "Who is it? Which pig dares to root up my soft and sticky streamer!" I laughed and explained. "My little brother came to visit. I'll be eating with him lately. He won't be on camera, stream content won't change!" "So it's a little brother. Streamer is so cute, brother must be... hehehe, let the sisters see." "I just like watching the streamer, stop interrupting upstairs." "Little brother, then it's fine. As long as it's not a pig rooting the cabbage." "Too bad my son is only in first grade. Streamer, grow up slower." I'm often amused by the comments. When I finished everything, I turned off the stream. "Done eating, bye bye, see you at lunch!" While I was cleaning up the plates, Chase stood in front of me, squinting, voice rising. "Little brother?" Despite being thin, he had a large frame and broad shoulders, blocking the kitchen doorway. "Biggy brother, what's up?" I pushed him away. As expected, no pecs. Bad review. "You..." He moved away from the door, changing the subject. "Others stream all day and sell products. Do you earn enough to feed yourself?" I showed him my phone screen with the viewer count. Thousands of people watch me eat every day now. Although I never promote products or make big money. Breaking even is no problem. He knows how to hurt people. I gave him a gloomy look. He huffed lightly and lifted his chin, saying nothing more. I started my post-meal exercises. "Biggy, join in." I went over to teach him the moves. His fingers were so long and slender, like a hand model. I couldn't help but pinch them! He shrank back slightly, ears turning suspiciously red. "You... what are you doing?" "Teaching you. You have to do this. Hit the tiger's mouth points together. Good for the spleen and stomach." He complained verbally. But under my "one, two, three, four" rhythm, his hands moved too. Like a ninety-year-old lady dancing tango in a wheelchair—ten beats slow! Just then, a noise came from the door. The door opened with a roar. A bouquet of roses was smashed onto the floor.
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