Chapter 45: Jiang Qiuqiu’s Future Development Direction 2

The matter of showing her face for livestreaming is temporarily put on hold.

Although Ming Mei is not a seasoned editor, she has put a lot of thought into Jiang Qiuqiu. She straightforwardly offered her advice, “You can consider these suggestions I’m giving you.”

“Firstly, you might want to reduce the frequency of your livestreams in the future. Streaming too often will inevitably lead to repeated menus, and while some repetition is tolerable, extensive repetition can affect your reputation.”

“Repeated dishes? Hmm… this, you don’t need to worry about in the short term.” Jiang Qiuqiu’s mind connected to the most magnificent food culture in the world.

With the eighteen major cuisines of Huaxia (China), inheriting over a dozen cooking methods such as frying, stir-frying, steaming, boiling, and baking, she also has a wide range of knowledge in Western pastries, beverages, and desserts.

It might take three to five years to exhaust her repertoire.

She said it lightly, but Ming Mei was shocked. “How many menus do you have on hand?”

“I can’t give you an exact number right now, but maintaining for one or two years shouldn’t be a problem.”

Ming Mei: …

She scanned Jiang Qiuqiu up and down. Did this person awaken memories from ancient Earth? So many recipes!?

It had to be said, but she had hit the mark on something.

“Leaving aside the matter of dishes, have you ever thought about expanding the way you livestream?” As a loyal fan, she didn’t miss any unusual livestreams. “You’ve done two slow-paced cooking sessions before, with Chang Fen and cake. I checked, and the operations weren’t particularly difficult. In the future, can you release some instructional video albums?”

Combining cooking and teaching cooking.

“Because when you reach 4-star Streamer status, the livestream room will activate a summoning function, allowing you to connect with fans willing to show their faces. At that time, there will be even richer livestream content—”

“I can do that.” Jiang Qiuqiu understood. “I will carefully consider this activity.”

“I believe in you!”

Jiang Qiuqiu, with her great talent, is so easy to communicate with. Ming Mei sighed and gave her final piece of advice. “If you really have a lot of recipes on hand, you can release series of videos in the future. For example, grouping together videos from these days, discussing the preparation methods of the same type of food. This will make it more coherent.”

“Combining videos in the future will also attract more fans.”

“Like the Hundred Ways to Eat a Gugu Beast?” Jiang Qiuqiu casually added.

Then Ming Mei’s pupils dilated immediately, and her lips moved faster than her brain, expressing great shock, “There are a hundred ways to eat a Gugu Beast?!”

“It seems that if I make a series of videos like this, it might attract a lot of people.”

As editors at the Federal Livestream Company, they were considered part of the high-income group in the Federal Star City. Ming Mei herself graduated from the business department of the Federal Star University, and her family background was also good, so she could be considered knowledgeable. Even she was so shocked to hear about a hundred ways to eat a Gugu Beast, let alone ordinary people.

After chatting for a while about series videos, Jiang Qiuqiu finally concluded, “When I first started Streaming, my funds were limited, so I couldn’t afford to do series.”

“Turning to series all of a sudden might be a bit abrupt. It’s almost autumn in the interstellar region (here borrowing Earth’s climate, it’s a private setting in the text, the interstellar region also has climate settings), and when the weather cools down, I’ll release some more nourishing series of delicacies.”

“Your decision is fine.”

“Regarding food, you have your own unique insights and perspectives. Sometimes, if you have something you want to do, you can tell me directly, and I will carefully consider your opinion and respond to subsequent matters accordingly.”

“In that case, I thank the editor for being so accommodating.” Jiang Qiuqiu extended her right hand. “Let’s have a pleasant cooperation.”

They shook hands, and Ming Mei said, “Calling me ‘editor’ feels too formal. You can just call me Sister Ming Mei.”

Sister?

“How old is the editor?” Considering her age from all angles, Ming Mei probably should call her Sister instead.

As soon as this thought crossed her mind, she heard the person beside her say—

“I’m 43 years old this year.”

Jiang Qiuqiu: ——Beep——

“How old?”

“43.”

“…”

It’s her defeat.

For the first time, Jiang Qiuqiu was so incredulous. She stared at Ming Mei, unable to see that she was actually forty-three.

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Here’s a brief background explanation: the lifespan of interstellar people is relatively long, especially for mixed-race individuals, whose lifespan is even longer, reaching up to 200 years. So, 43 years old is not considered old.

And Jiang Qiuqiu didn’t know about this because the original owner used to live on a low-level planet, where people with lower-grade genes tend to look older. Later, she ended up in a slum in the Federation Star after only a few days at a Federal Star school, where she only encountered people from the bottom of society, so she didn’t know about this.