Becoming the Richest by Farming-Chapter 62 - 00 Is this a food live broadcast_1

Chapter 62: 0062 Is this a food live broadcast?_1

Chapter 62: 0062 Is this a food live broadcast?_1

“Like that?”

The other person sheepishly said, “Then I understand.”

Clinton White hummed, “Alright, don’t spread the word about this. My BOSS didn’t plan to reveal her identity; her participation in the program was purely accidental.”

“Sure, we definitely understand that.”

Who would dare to blab?

They might be a big consortium, but she has a research institute standing behind her, and she’s a super talent.

If they ticked her off and she just casually revoked a patent license, they wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

Nowadays, in the emerging internet industry, there are few companies that don’t cooperate with Wanton, which boasts such a rare genius.

Just in terms of patent licenses with fees, she has reached more than a dozen, not to mention those technologies that have been made available for free. Just with these, Ellen Young could lie back and count money for the rest of her life.

And who can assure that she won’t continue to develop even more advanced technologies in the future, given her young age?

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Such talent can only be recruited and cooperated with; offending her means walking a path to certain doom.

After hanging up the phone, Clinton White’s cellphone rang again, his secretary also transferred an internal call, with non-stop inquiries for him.

Picking up the phone, it was all about whether the Ellen Young in the live broadcast was the same Ellen Young they knew, and how could Ellen Young be seen farming.

Clinton White, while answering calls, was furiously ranting. The BOSS not coming back was one thing, but now she was giving him such a hard time.

On Ellen Young’s end, of course, she had no idea what was happening on Clinton White’s end, as she was getting ready to start making lunch.

The live broadcast camera was now focused on her, and Lucy Wood was also looking straight at her, eyes eager, just waiting to eat.

She hadn’t been able to control herself these past few days and seemed to have gained some weight.

Felicia Frost was squirming in front of the camera, watching as Lucy Wood’s arms seemed to have gotten a bit fleshier.

Actually, it didn’t really affect anything at the moment, but for a female star, getting even slightly fatter is a dangerous sign.

The key is that every time Lucy Wood ate food cooked by Ellen Young, she would lose some control.

Who could restrain themselves when it’s so delicious?

Just like the fish today!

Unknowingly, it was almost noon, and the number of viewers watching the live broadcast had a slight dip in the middle because everyone had to work.

Now that it was almost break time, they were all coming back.

However, it still wasn’t as high as the initial peak. Now the live broadcast had stabilized, and the online viewer count for Lucy Wood had just surpassed 3 million but wasn’t increasing much.

But 3 million viewers was still incredibly impressive.

Amon’s website, because of the collaboration with the program team, had already created an all-time high in traffic.

A celebrity is a celebrity after all; their influence is something the website’s top anchors can only dream of.

3 million people watched as Ellen Young skillfully handled the fish, as though… she was creating a piece of art.

Today she was going to make braised fish. She first fried the fish in hot oil with fluid and natural movements. The key point was that besides the scent of kitchen aromas, her own expression was calm, without the greasy feeling of ordinary people who cook, it instead gave viewers a sense of enjoyment.

The live broadcast camera captured every second of her cooking.

Barrage:

[??????? Isn’t this supposed to be a celebrity live broadcast? How come she’s started cooking?]

[Hey… others go to Michelin restaurants, do we need to be this down-to-earth here?]

[I can’t even get appetized by those steaks, but this fish the girl is cooking, I feel like it’s going to be delicious]

[Holy shit, her cooking skills are impeccable. I’m the type who would faint just by slapping a fish; I feel so ashamed.]

[Am I seeing this wrong? Is Lucy Wood salivating over there??]

[Is this a gourmet program, damn it, I’m drooling!]