Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

Chapter 105 Jiang Yiting celebrates Chen Bainian's birthday

On the other side, Unit 3, Room 1202, Mingchun Garden.

Having just finished clearing another hero's level, Jiang Yiting glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of the screen: "We've been streaming for quite a while now, so let's call it a day."

She paused for a moment, then began to summarize her gaming experience for the day: "Everyone has seen me play all day, and I suppose you've all experienced it yourselves. Overall, Teacher Chen wasn't lying to you this time; Potato Survivor is indeed quite stress-relieving."

When you're under a lot of pressure, it's good to take a break and relax a bit, but you have to be careful not to get caught by your boss.

Jiang Yiting smiled playfully as she spoke, and was about to end the broadcast when she suddenly saw several comments floating past her:

—Brother Lou, sales have surpassed 100,000!

—Yes, I saw it too. The official blog account of Changshou Games posted a poster!

—So fast?

Jiang Yiting blinked and followed the instructions in the comments to open the blog.

On the official blog of Changshou Games, the latest pinned post prominently displays a poster thanking and celebrating the achievement of 100,000 sales.

"It really is 100,000—" she muttered to herself, but couldn't help but smile.

She also recalled that during the "Getting Over It" era, it took a week after the game was released to reach 100,000 sales.

This potato has really made it big this time, with sales exceeding 100,000 so quickly.

Thinking this way, Jiang Yiting felt even more urgent and motivated to end the broadcast.

She needs to help her younger brother celebrate properly.

"Alright, this time it's really over." Jiang Yiting waved her hand and smoothly began her familiar monologue, "I love games, I enjoy life, and I'm happy to meet everyone. I'm from the 12th floor. See you all tomorrow."

After saying that, he clicked the mouse, and the live stream went black.

She stretched and casually rubbed the "big brother" that was nestled on the computer desk.

"Big Brother" lazily meowed, its tail tip swaying gently with Jiang Yiting's movements.

She picked up her phone, opened WeChat, and started chatting with Chen Bainian.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the virtual keyboard a few times and pressed send: Little brother, what time do you get off work today?

The message was sent back quickly.

Chen Bainian: I just left the company and will be back soon.

Jiang Yiting: Okay, then bring one or two cooked foods on your way back.

Chen Bainian: Okay.

After confirming that her younger brother would be coming home for dinner tonight, Jiang Yiting felt even more eager to celebrate with him.

Without hesitation, she got up, grabbed the keychain with the safety buckle, opened her own front door, then turned around and deftly inserted the key to apartment 1201 into the lock of the door next door.

With a "click," the door to room 1201 opened.

"Big Brother" wagged his tail and, familiar with the place, slipped in first, past her feet.

Jiang Yiting ignored it, closed the door, and then easily slipped into the kitchen.

The refrigerator door opened, and a blast of cold air rushed out along with the light.

Jiang Yiting reached out and rummaged through the clams and razor clams: "These clams and razor clams—hmm, it seems like my little brother bought too many last time he made seafood noodles."

There's one baby bok choy left, and half a bunch of enoki mushrooms left too.

After rummaging through the upper refrigerated compartment, she opened the lower frozen compartment and began to take inventory: "Ming, the beef slices, meatballs—these are all leftovers from last time, right? There's still a little shrimp left too—"

Jiang Yiting's eyes lit up immediately after she finished taking stock.

It's perfectly fine for two people to have a simple hot pot meal.

After boiling water in the electric kettle, Jiang Yiting took out the food from the refrigerator, washed what needed to be washed, and plated what needed to be plated.

Without pork bones, I couldn't make a rich broth like Chen Bainian had done before, so I just used a pot of plain water.

Anyway, my little brother can eat spicy hot pot without any problem now. He can also cook some small seafood in clear broth and make a delicious baby bok choy.

On the other side of the yin-yang hot pot, of course, is the familiar, homemade hot pot broth made by my father.

Amidst this busy activity, the time quietly slipped to a little past five.

The sound of a key turning in the lock filled the air.

Chen Bainian pushed open the door, and warm yellow light and a familiar spicy aroma rushed towards him.

He looked up and saw a figure bending over to plug in the induction cooker at the dining table.

Hearing the noise, Jiang Yiting turned around, a smile unconsciously appearing on her face: "You're back? Go wash your hands, the hot pot is ready, let's eat!"

Chen Bainian stood frozen at the doorway.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of the red oil broth, and various ingredients were carefully and neatly arranged on plates on the table.

She was standing by the dining table, wearing a plain apron.

As the weather in Lin'an gradually warmed up in April, Jiang Yiting wore increasingly thinner clothes. The apron strap was simply tied in a knot at her back, which inadvertently outlined her perfect waistline.

She still wore her familiar high ponytail, with a few stray hairs falling around her neck and swaying gently as she turned her head.

The scene at that moment, mixed with the aroma of food, unexpectedly struck Chen Bainian's heart.

"What, suddenly you want to eat hot pot?" Chen Bainian's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was a little softer than usual, with a slight tremor that could be heard if you listened carefully.

"To celebrate with you!" Jiang Yiting replied naturally.

Jiang Yiting untied her apron, her almond-shaped eyes blinking slightly as if carrying a hint of a smile: "One hundred thousand sales on the first day, President Chen, shouldn't we celebrate?"

"Yes, we should celebrate," Chen Bainian responded softly.

He walked in, placed the bag of cooked food he was carrying on the table, and turned to go into the kitchen.

The sound of running water filled the air. He washed his hands, splashed cold water on his face twice, and then returned to sit down at the dining table.

"Here you go." Jiang Yiting raised a glass filled with cola. "Congratulations to Changshou Games, congratulations to President Chen, a great start!"

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The glasses made a crisp sound when they were lightly touched.

The bubbles of the chilled cola rose and slid down my throat with a sweet taste.

After taking a few bites of perfectly cooked sliced ​​beef, Chen Bainian put down his chopsticks and looked seriously at Jiang Yiting, who was feeding shrimp to "Big Brother" across from him: "Tingting."

"Hmm?" Jiang Yiting turned her head to look at him upon hearing the sound.

"The day after tomorrow night, our team plans to hold a celebration banquet at Rong Mansion," Chen Bainian began calmly.

"Okay." Jiang Yiting nodded, naturally taking over the conversation, "Then you can figure out what to have for dinner the day after tomorrow."

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"That's not what I meant." Chen Bainian shook his head with a smile. "Xu Haoran and the others strongly suggested that you join us."

He paused, raising his voice slightly so she could hear him more clearly: "On behalf of the studio, I would like to formally thank you for your support since 'Getting Over It,' which has made our long-running game possible."

As for the administration, they should send you a formal invitation tomorrow.

Jiang Yiting paused in her feeding of "Big Brother," a strange feeling suddenly creeping into her heart.

Invite her to the celebration party for the longevity game?

Will they send out invitations in the name of the studio?

Chen Bainian's gaze swept over the celebratory hot pot she had carefully prepared for him on the dining table, and he added softly, "Tonight, Jiang Yiting is celebrating the successful launch of the studio's first game for Chen Bainian."

The day after tomorrow night is the anniversary of Longevity Games, and we would like to formally invite our company's "unofficial Chief Publicity Officer" to share this glorious moment with us.

Would you like to come?