Chapter 2

I stormed straight into the live stream, interrupting Daniel mid-bite, holding up the 20 takeout orders in my hands.

"Daniel, you can't keep eating. This is terrible for your health. I'll help you eat. You should take a break."

Daniel lifted his head from his plate, confused. "Ryan, I'm streaming. Can you not cause trouble right now?"

I stepped into the frame, making sure my face was fully visible. I had dressed up for this, and being slimmer than Daniel naturally made me look sharper and more attractive on screen.

He was still a small-time streamer with almost no loyal followers. The moment I appeared, the chat exploded. Everyone wanted to watch me eat.

Daniel didn't dare scold me on camera, so he stood up and motioned for me to take over.

I reached for a box of fruit salad first. It was mostly mango, which Daniel was allergic to.

I chose it intentionally. I wanted to see if the transfer system worked both ways. If I ate something he couldn't, would he react?

I finished the fruit salad. The chat praised my eating style, saying it was satisfying to watch, and a few viewers even sent me generous gifts.

I gave Daniel a faint smile. "Seems like the audience likes watching me eat more. Don't worry, this was just a spur-of-the-moment idea. All the gifts are yours."

Daniel scowled, clearly unhappy at losing the spotlight.

I kept my eyes on his face, hoping to catch any sign of an allergic reaction, but I saw nothing but anger.

One fruit salad clearly wouldn't do. I took out a large mango pudding and a giant slice of layered mango cake.

Daniel tried to take back control. "Ryan, my streaming career is just starting. If you want to stream, create your own account. Don't steal my spotlight. Move over and let me eat. If you insist, we can eat together and see who eats more."

He reached for his plate of spicy aglio e olio, but I grabbed it first and held it up to the camera.

"I'm just looking out for your health. This pasta is loaded with chili, which isn't great for your stomach, especially with ice-cold soda. If you want to eat, go for something lighter, like oatmeal."

I grabbed one of the takeout boxes—a hearty serving of oatmeal loaded with nuts and dried fruit—and set it in front of me.

The chat loved my thoughtful gesture. They called me handsome and kind, sent even more gifts, and urged Daniel to take a break. Everyone wanted to watch me instead.

Daniel looked like he wanted to call Chloe for backup, but she was grinning at the gift revenue flashing on her screen. As far as she was concerned, anyone who made money was fine, especially since I was earning more than Daniel.

Despite my stomach protesting, I finished the mango pudding and the layered mango cake. However, Daniel didn't show a single reaction.

In the past, he would have broken out in hives after just one bite of mango.

Damn it. The transfer system was one-sided.

Everything Daniel ate went to me, but nothing I ate transferred to him.

Feeling completely stuffed, I waved my phone at the camera. "It's late, everyone. Get some sleep. Staying up isn't good for you. See you next time if fate allows."

After saying goodbye to the viewers, I ended the live stream.

Back in my car, I grabbed a plastic bag and emptied my stomach, vomiting everything I had just eaten.