Chapter 68: For that reason, a baking broadcast

That’s how it ended up being a cooking stream.

<What even led to this?>

<The era of three-line summaries is over, now we get zero-line summaries>

<Aren’t you going too far ahead?>

<Wow, a cam stream!>

<That body actually exists in real life?>

<I love you, noona, heuuuung>

<Waaah! Mommy! Feed me!>

– Deleted message.

I’m not an idiot. Why would I trip on a perfectly fine floor?

Describing my body like this feels a little weird.

The phone camera was securely fixed, capturing only the kitchen table and my upper body.

I tested multiple angles to ensure I knew exactly what was in frame.

In short, there’s no chance of an “accidental” face reveal.

[JellyfishAdult has donated 1,000 KRW.]

“Noona, so your real body isn’t a jellyfish? I’m so shocked my hands and feet are shaking.”

“My real body is a jellyfish. This is just an android shell for cooking.”

<Ah, I see>

<Can you please drop that cringy jellyfish concept?>

<If it’s an android, just show your face already> – Deleted message.

Do people still not know that face reveal demands are a ban-worthy offense?

Read the chat rules.

Today’s outfit: disguise suit + turtleneck sweater.

I also wore a wig to hide my hair color.

Since my face wasn’t on camera, only a tiny portion was visible.

The more I stream like this, the less likely people will recognize me in real life.

Perfect. Just as planned.

On the table were cooking tools, ingredients, and a laptop.

The laptop was there to monitor the stream and read the chat.

I kept the screen small and the chat window large.

I only needed to make sure the stream was running smoothly.

Now, back to the basics—how did I end up doing a baking stream?

It all started at a dinner with my manager noona.

After a few drinks, I got excited and promised to exchange chocolates with her.

Valentine’s Day was coming up soon.

What was I thinking when I made that promise?

Maybe I just shouldn’t drink at all?

Anyway, we agreed to make and exchange homemade chocolates.

That’s when I had a fundamental question.

What’s the point of just melting chocolate and letting it harden again?

Yes, I’m a T-type personality.

But honestly, don’t you guys think the same?

To make it feel more meaningful, I decided to go with a chocolate-based dish.

That’s how I ended up choosing brownies.

A little effort was required, but it wasn’t too complicated—a beginner-friendly recipe.

“Alright, let’s make brownies that even a jellyfish can bake! Let’s start!”

Truthfully, I have no cooking skills.

But that’s okay.

Because I have an expert assistant—Seol Yoon.

She was really excited when I said I wanted to bake.

Is this like a veteran welcoming a newbie?

“First, let’s make meringue! Chill the mixing bowl, add egg whites, and whip them with sugar!”

I confidently cracked an egg, but Seol Yoon immediately intervened.

“Only the egg whites.”

“Huh? The recipe didn’t say that?”

<You should’ve found a better one>

<Look at how small their hands are, so cute>

<Who’s next to them?>

<Is that the person who turned off the stream last time?>

<Manager?>

<So the house is empty right now? Perfect time to spam the chat!> – Deleted message.

<Wow, that was deleted in seconds LOL>

<Ah yes, a nation of law and order>

“I’m joined by a Master Chef today.”

I have a younger sister, but I don’t feel like talking about that on stream yet.

<Where did you even find a chef?>

<Are you sure you’re actually a loner?>

<‘The talent of a clown’>

<I thought you were one of us!>

<I thought you had no friends?>

<Not a friend—it’s a girlfriend!>

<What?!>

<Lesbians confirmed…> – Deleted message.

“Please be mindful of chat rules. Especially when making jokes about real people, think twice. If needed, type it in a memo first.”

As I said that, I attempted to separate the egg whites.

It wasn’t going well.

Why is this so hard?

I thought if I just swish-swish and swoosh-swoosh, I’d be able to separate the egg whites from the yolk.

“Pour the egg onto this.”

Seol Yoon handed me a slotted spatula.

I did as she said, pouring the egg onto the spatula. The yolk stayed on top while the egg whites smoothly dripped down.

“Oh! That’s amazing!”

<Now this is a proper cooking stream LOL>

<I’ve gained knowledge>

For some reason, these guys seem just as inexperienced with cooking as I am. But hey, if they’re enjoying it, that’s what matters.

“Get delicious!”

I sprinkled the dangerously addictive white powder—sugar—while chanting a little spell.

<If you keep talking while cooking, won’t your spit get in the food?>

<Spit? Even better>

<I’d buy a meringue with spit in it>

As I whipped the sugar into the egg whites, I noticed a message in the admin chat.

Only those with admin privileges could see it—meaning only my manager noona and I had access.

<Should I take care of them?>

If I thought about it, those deleted messages were basically people saying they wanted to drink my spit.

It was, of course, disgusting.

I debated whether to call it out or just let it slide to avoid making the chat too tense.

Then suddenly, a thought hit me—what if my dad was watching this stream?

Snip. Snip.

<Why is she making scissor sounds while whipping?>

<Scissor sounds? Is this some kind of coded message?> – Deleted message.

<Get down!>

<A wind of scissors is blowing…>

No matter how much I whisked, the meringue wasn’t forming.

“This… this is… harder than I thought!”

<A delicate, sickly beauty…>

<Rely on the power of technology, what are you, a caveman?>

Caveman?

I was using proper tools!

As I was thinking that, Seol Yoon suddenly handed me a machine.

Whiiiiiiiiirrrrr!

With the press of a button, the device started spinning at what looked like ten times my speed.

It even had two whisk attachments.

Meaning, its effective power was at least twenty times mine!

“If you had this, you should’ve given it to me sooner!”

“You just looked so cute trying so hard.”

“Hey!”

I’m your unnie, you brat!

<Nah, I’d be happy just staring at those two melons the whole time> – Deleted message.

<Praise be to great machine civilization!>

………………

The two minutes I spent struggling were rendered meaningless.

The machine whipped up the meringue effortlessly.

Even with the machine, it took a while.

If I had kept going by hand, I might never have finished.

“Ah… the weakness of humans, the greatness of machines.”

Muttering to myself, I moved a portable burner into the camera frame.

The induction cooktop wouldn’t be visible from this angle, so I had prepared this instead.

“Now, I’ll heat some water in a pot and use a double boiler to melt the chocolate and butter.”

<Isn’t it the unspoken rule to just melt the chocolate directly over the fire and burn everything?>

<Is she an anime character?>

<What is this outdated ‘clumsy cook’ trope?>

<Marry me, Legend-chan>

I placed a bowl with handles over the pot of simmering water and added dark chocolate and butter, stirring gently with a spatula to melt them evenly.

The once-solid chunks softened and turned into a glossy liquid.

For the first time, it really felt like I was cooking.

“Wait… am I actually kind of talented at this?”

<(Says this while doing the easiest cooking technique in existence)>

<Just the fact that you didn’t burn it in a pan is impressive>

<If the chef wasn’t there, you’d still be whipping that meringue until your arms gave out>

<A crying streamer would be adorable, though. I kinda wanna see it>

<Protect the Legend!>

<Aww, I wanna pat her head>

…Why do I get the feeling they see me as some kind of helpless child?