The next morning, after a restless night—something I hadn't experienced in a long time—I sighed deeply as I scrolled through the comments on my video.

Among thousands of comments, most expressed shock at how much I ate, showed concern for my health, or praised me for being amazing. But like ink splatters on pristine white paper, nasty comments were scattered throughout.

The usual accusations of faking my mukbang were expected, but I also found sexually harassing comments without much difficulty.

"Hmm..."

I rested my chin gently on Yong-Yong-Ie, who was still warm after being cuddled all night, and let out a low sigh.

At first, I was thrilled by the explosive increase in views and likes.

But when the water rises, it naturally brings along muddy water and broken branches.

More viewers meant more hate comments, and this was the result.

—I really want to grab those horns and shake them lol

└That's seriously disgusting

└I just said I wanted to grab the horns and shake them, why so sensitive?lol

└I can tell exactly what kind of person you are by how you talk

└Yeah your mom

└I can tell your home environment by how you resort to family insults

It's an absolute mess.

I've been hiding the hate comments as soon as I spot them to prevent the comment section from becoming a disaster, but with so many new viewers, it's becoming overwhelming.

While I was pondering what to do about this, I heard a thump as Choi Hyun came out of the next room.

"Did you sleep well...?"

"A little."

I answered with a bitter smile at his sleep-roughened voice. Blinking slowly, he rubbed his face and sat down beside me.

"Is it because of those hate comments you saw yesterday?"

"The controversy brought in more views and likes, but also a lot more hate comments."

To be honest, I thought I could laugh off most hate comments—as long as they weren't directly insulting my family.

I figured they were just internet warriors who would never dare say anything to my face in real life.

And that was true.

Even if some lunatic did confront me in person without thinking, it wouldn't matter.

With a body made of material stronger than alloy that could withstand heat rays, I had no fear of losing.

I'd win against anyone else. Let them come if they dare.

"...Are you very angry?"

"Huh? Who? Me? No? I'm not angry at all?"

I blinked at the unexpected question and shook my head.

Angry? Not at all, I'm completely fine right now.

Like I said earlier, the hate comments were just baseless accusations about faking my mukbang, jokes about my "small stomach," or comments like "you look sexy when you open your mouth." They weren't death threats or anything serious, so why would I be angry?

"For someone who claims not to be angry, you're gripping that mouse pretty hard."

At his dubious expression, I finally noticed that the mouse in my hand had been crushed like an aluminum can, and I carefully set it down.

It was too late to insist "I'm not angry" with a straight face.

I swallowed a sigh and gently hugged Yong-Yong-Ie closer.

Maybe having Yong-Yong-Ie right in front of me made me hold back my anger verbally, causing it to manifest physically instead.

...I thought hate comments were nothing, but I guess they bothered me more than I realized.

"Will you be okay?"

After hesitating at his loaded question, I nodded.

I couldn't give up what I'd just started because of a handful of hate comments.

I've overcome the fear of death. Hate comments are nothing.

And for our cute Yong-Yong-Ie, these hate comments mean nothing.

"Times like these are when we need to work even harder. Let's show them that this stuff doesn't bother us at all."

"Right. I'll contact the legal team separately about these hate comments and file a complaint."

That's strange—wasn't this supposed to be about overcoming hate comments and proving I was fine through my videos?

Seeing Choi Hyun staring at the monitor with murderous eyes, I carefully placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay...?"

"No. What husband would be okay with his wife being sexually harassed? Don't worry. I'll make sure it doesn't affect you."

So he's angry on my behalf.

I looked at him with a warm smile and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you. I love you. Keep the bed empty tonight?"

"Huh?"

Leaving Choi Hyun surprised, I went back to my room with Yong-Yong-Ie.

It was 6 AM—time to incubate the egg.

After about four hours of incubating, I emerged from the room clutching my growling stomach.

Heating up my ignition organ on an empty stomach really burns calories...

"You're out?"

"Yeah, are you still looking at the comments?"

"No, I finished that an hour ago. I'm doing something else now."

"What else?"

I tried to think if there was anything we needed to do, but nothing came to mind.

Assuming it was work-related, I sat down next to him and looked at the monitor, which showed a female streamer broadcasting live.

"...Hey."

"No, no, it's not what you think! It's absolutely not what you're thinking, so don't misunderstand—just listen first!"

Why is he reacting like that? I'm definitely not angry.

I'm absolutely not angry that my husband is staring at another female streamer.

"What is it then?"

"You were really bothered by those comments about faking your mukbang! So I thought, what if you just show yourself eating live? I was doing market research!"

I had a lot to say, but since he said he was doing it for me, I just pouted and looked back at the screen.

Now I noticed that besides the female streamer, he had several other streamers open in different windows.

"So what did you find?"

"Well... I guess we'll have to try it to know?"

I chuckled at his awkward laugh.

"Is that really all?"

"No, I have plenty to say. Like how you need to pay attention to the chat and interact, how you shouldn't tolerate weird people just because you have few viewers, and so on. But we started this for mukbang, not livestreaming, so I wasn't sure if it was worth mentioning."

"Since we're just doing this once as proof and then stopping?"

"Right. That's why I said we'd have to try it to know. Who knows? Maybe you have a talent for streaming and would prefer eating live rather than recording mukbang videos."

I nodded since he wasn't wrong.

"Should we try it right away? It's almost lunchtime."

"Are you up for it?"

"How hard could it be? It's the same as eating in front of a camera."

"Okay. Let's get ready then."

I nodded at his words and started preparing for the livestream.

Preparation just meant setting up a monitor to view the chat and installing broadcasting software on a computer we didn't usually use.

...I say that, but connecting the camera to the computer and configuring the software turned out to be more complicated than expected. We had to look up videos and guides online, adjusting settings one by one, which took longer than anticipated.

"How is it? Working? Can you see the screen well?"

"Yeah... Oh, it looks good. The sound is clear too. Can you see the chat window on screen?"

"Yes. We just need the chat window to show up, right?"

"Great. Now, let's order some food. What do you want to eat?"

I pondered for a moment at his question.

It wasn't that I couldn't think of anything I wanted—it was that I wanted too many things.

I wanted pizza loaded with cheese, crispy chicken, hamburgers, and after eating so many rich foods lately, I was also craving spicy ramen.

But the problem was that all these options were too ordinary.

My first video showed me eating 187 kilograms of beef, and my second featured a Hawaiian pizza with double pineapple topping.

Naturally, my third video should be equally attention-grabbing. Should I eat a truckload of fermented skate?

Ugh... I don't like that idea—my breath would smell every time I used my Breath...

No, the livestream itself is already attention-grabbing, so I don't need to worry about the menu.

In that case, I should eat what I want!

"Let's have pizza and chicken."

"Sounds good. Pizza—should we order the usual?"

"No, we had that yesterday. Today I want something with lots of cheese. Cheese pizza and pepperoni pizza. And for chicken, all boneless fried chicken."

"Got it. I'll place the order."

I nodded with satisfaction as Choi Hyun immediately opened the delivery app, then stood up from my seat.

"Where are you going?"

"Hmm? I was going to run out and buy some ramen. Do you need anything? I can pick something up while I'm out."

As I tilted my head questioningly, his pupils shook violently.

"What?"

"What do you mean 'what'? They don't deliver ramen, and we can't ask the delivery person to run errands for us."

"No, I mean why are you buying ramen when we're ordering pizza and chicken? You're not planning to mix them together, are you?"

Looking at his trembling pupils, I smiled sweetly.

"...You're not, right?"

"I'll be right back~"

With those words, I flew out of the house to the nearby mart.

Pichira. That bizarre food combination I saw back in my school days should be enough to grab attention.