What?
You want to buy shakima at this hour?
Lin Xu looked at the ten thousand yuan Shen Jiayue transferred over, both laughing and crying—he had a feeling one of her relatives got scammed again.
But actually, this was a rare lull in business right now.
Making some shakima was doable.
Just right to film and edit into a food vlog.
There were only nine days left to hit the 100k followers milestone, so he needed to get moving fast.
With that in mind,
he handed off the meat-cutting task to Niu Chuan, then went into the storage room to get the shakima ingredients, fit his phone onto the tripod, adjusted the height and angle, put on his Bluetooth headset, switched on the mic, and started recording.
For Lin Xu, this gig was a bit out of his comfort zone.
Because Carboy and the others around him were all busy working, while he had to explain things seriously to a phone clamped onto a tripod—it was pretty embarrassing, honestly.
But thinking about that perfect-level stir-fry.
