Chapter 206: Chapter 207: Thirty Percent Done Chapter 206: Chapter 207: Thirty Percent Done Star Network.

In the trending searches of Star Network, the topic “What exactly is Little River Live’s authorization patent?” climbed to third place.

Beneath this topic, the comments quickly piled up.

“I think Mr. Xiao He is really domineering!”

“Psh! The person above just blindly praises. They clearly said it was free, it sounds good, but they turned around and applied for a patent!”

“Who even are you, from some unknown corner of the world, who can’t fork out even one star coin?”

“Come on! Let’s crowdfund for the person above to raise one star coin.”

“You’re the ones blindly praising? Is it really just one star coin, and it won’t go up in price? He holds the power of life and death in his hands, and you all believe that!”

“I support the statement above. That’s countless riches; do you really think he would just give it away?”

“I have my doubts, but we should speak carefully rather than making random guesses here.”

Many in the comment section suspected that this was merely a strategy for Little River Live to maximize future profits, as they held the patent.

However, there was one thing that everyone unanimously agreed on: they hurled abuse at Hongfu Noodle House.

The Star Blog account of Hongfu Noodle House was filled with verbal abuse, with various organs mentioned repeatedly, coupled with the unique stink bombs of the interstellar space.

Stink bombs are a means of expressing anger and dissatisfaction. They take the shape of a bomb, exploding over and over again, releasing green gas that disseminates throughout the comment section.

Not just on Star Blog, but on Star Network, Hongfu Noodle House was forced to close down.

Too many people had virtually logged onto Star Network and personally went to Hongfu Noodle House, but nobody bought anything. They just kept throwing stink eggs at the noodle house.

At this time, the owner of Hongfu Noodle House, who had been closely following everything, could no longer sit still. How should he resolve this?

Would an apology be effective? He wasn’t sure.

Finally, a waiter by his side suggested buying a patent using someone else’s identity and then opening a noodle house under another identity. Wu Hongfu would only need to invest from behind the scenes.

Wu Hongfu was somewhat tempted by the suggestion. He could indeed stay behind the scenes. Although the recipes were cheap, not everyone could afford the food costs.

Wu Hongfu seemed to see a different path to development, and everything was waiting for the patent application to be completed.

Across the whole interstellar space, not just Wu Hongfu was waiting for the authorization patent–the small shop had closed down. The sign above read: The boss is tired from making noodles and is taking a rest.

With simple and straightforward language, they didn’t treat the netizens like strangers.

After seeing this, everyone had a good laugh, logged out of Star Network, and waited for the small shop to reopen.

Among them, some people didn’t even log out of Star Network but instead lined up outside the small shop.

Most of them were merchants who had been following Little River Live for a long time. Each had their own favorite recipes that they practiced and were ready to sell as soon as they signed the authorization.

As for whether it really was one star coin, they would find out soon enough.

Yu Zeming was also waiting, even though Little River Live was one of his broadcasters. The contract with those two was completely free, and he wasn’t sure what was going on.

Fu Yunhe only told him that there would be a live broadcast featuring many kinds of noodles today, just like the dumpling battle, but he didn’t say much else.

All matters related to the authorization patents were managed solely by Food University.

As for whether it was actually one star coin, Yu Zeming believed it was.

Those two, they scorn lying, especially that Nian Shutong.

Meanwhile, not just netizens, fans, and restaurant-owning merchants were following Little River Live, but members of the Royal Family’s military were as well.

Imperial Army’s 777th Squad.

“Let’s wait a bit, if it’s really just one star coin, then we’ll make contact.”

“Yes sir!”

A man in a military uniform saluted and walked out with a stiff posture.

In the office, a man with a centipede scar on his face, built like a bear with a tiger’s back, watched the screen in front of him with a sharp gaze.

He seemed to indeed be a highly skilled chef. One could only wonder if he could solve their problems.

However, he did appreciate their counterattack today.

The people in the military appreciated those with spirit, but it was important to have boundaries.

That was also why he wanted to wait–wait for this boundary to be established.

As the sun rose and the moon set, a sliver of sunlight streamed into the small wooden house, and Fu Yunhe felt a bit of warmth on his eyes. Had he not closed the window last night?

He slowly opened his eyes.

“Ah–Elder Hua!”

Fu Yunhe covered his pounding heart with one hand; anyone would be startled to lock eyes with a resentful gaze upon waking up, let alone one that was less than a fist’s distance away.

“You’ve finally woken up!”

Elder Hua rubbed his lower back, which was sore from bending for too long, but still urgently exclaimed,
“Hurry up! Get up!”

Lying there, Fu Yunhe asked knowingly, “Did Nian Shutong not give you strawberries?”

Elder Hua nodded sadly and plaintively said to Fu Yunhe, almost as if complaining and cooing, “She said to wait until you woke up. I didn’t dare to take them.”

Sigh!

A sigh was all of Fu Yunhe’s heartfelt thoughts.

In terms of importance, Nian Shutong was definitely number one.

He was urged by Elder Hua to get up and then walked out of the small wooden house; as soon as he came out, he locked eyes with Dou Dou.

Dou Dou pretended to look at her Light Computer, and despite being small in size, she affected an elder’s resigned sigh, “It’s that time already.”

What time? Please clarify!

Fu Yunhe gave Dou Dou a threatening look, but Dou Dou wasn’t the least bit afraid and even made a face at him.

After making the face, Dou Dou turned and ran, calling out in her crisp voice, “Auntie, Auntie, Uncle Xiao He is up! He’s finally up!”

Behind her, Fu Yunhe understood what the first part meant, but what was the meaning of the last part?

He’s finally up!

Following Dou Dou’s shout, Fu Yunhe felt gazes from all directions focusing on him.

At that moment, he only wished that all these gazes were beams from light energy guns, granting him a swift end!

Was he just a little late to wake up? Did that really merit such public scrutiny under the broad daylight?

“It’s lunchtime! It’s lunchtime!”

Zhang Hui, holding a Rubble-branded megaphone, shouted towards the fields that it was time for lunch.

Standing by the small wooden house, Fu Yunhe felt it would be better to dig a hole and bury himself in it.

He had slept until this time! He had no clue whatsoever.

At that moment, Nian Shutong, who had been busy in the field, finally walked over. She circled around Fu Yunhe, nodding continuously.

“Not bad, the medicine wasn’t wasted. You look healthier, even more handsome.”

Medicine?

Right, Nian Shutong had given him a pill yesterday.

Thinking this, Fu Yunhe checked his own body. It seemed to have improved a lot compared to before, although he still felt weak, but previously he had recovered about twenty percent, and now it should be about thirty percent.

“Thank you for the medicine.”

“It’s nothing,” Nian Shutong waved it off and told him, “Eat first. There are quite a few things to deal with after the meal.”

“Okay.”

The people in the small wooden house got ready to eat after washing their hands.

But those who had been waiting in line on the Star Network to buy licenses started to doubt.

Why aren’t they opening yet? Could it be a case of seller’s remorse?