Chapter 128: Chapter 128 Answering Questions
Fu Yunhe had already stewed the chestnut chicken in the pot; all he needed to do now was to wait.
His pleasing voice resonated once again.
“About forty minutes of waiting is needed. During this time, everyone can post some Mecha-related questions in the comments section, and I’ll choose the ones I can answer to respond to.”
The half-joking remark set off a burst of laughter in the comments section.
[Streamer, you’re pretty funny.]
[Hand Brother! I have a question! About the balance issues of the HXQN Mecha.]
[I’m doing homework here; how can I solve the DFJ’s incoherent jumping?]
[I’ll join the fun, why does the JHF Mecha’s spiritual power connection always disconnect, it’s really uncomfortable to operate.]
Whether for the excitement or out of genuine intent, the comments section overflowed with questions.
And President Yu, witnessing all of this, lightly pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
This move was unwise.
What would happen if he couldn’t answer, or what kind of person would dare to pick questions to reply to from the comments section with such confidence?
President Yu snorted with mockery, but he did think of someone, so dazzling and excelling in both literary and martial skills.
Unfortunately, no one could become him.
His gaze returned to the screen, ready to turn it off; even the most impressive attention-seekers couldn’t last long.
“The balance of the HXQN Mecha is divided into horizontal and vertical. When you’re moving horizontally, the spiritual power connection mainly attaches to the Mecha’s abdomen and back, while vertically, it attaches to the upper body.”
“The incoherence in DFJ’s jumping has two possible causes: either the connection at the Mecha’s knees is flawed, or there was a disturbance when initially connecting the spiritual power during startup. I would suggest reestablishing the connection.”
The finger President Yu was about to use to close the screen hovered in midair as he listened intently to every answer.
Primarily because he didn’t know it either, but it all sure sounded reasonable.
Moreover, the streamer was answering the questions in order, not skipping a single one.
The calm voice filled with certainty in the live stream made the viewers believe, not to mention the people in the comments section vouching for the streamer.
After all, among the viewers were some with vast knowledge.
[I just asked my grandfather, a teacher at a certain school, and he said everything the streamer said is correct!]
[Exactly! While watching the live stream, my Mecha-researching dad heard the streamer’s voice, came in to listen with me, and for the first time, he praised me, saying at least now I’ve learned something!]
[This is too amazing! What kind of immortal streamer is this? Not only can they cook well, but they can also answer questions.]
[And the streamer didn’t skip a single question, too scary to think about!]
[Could the streamer be here to experience life? Or perhaps they really love cooking?]
The comments section was filled with endless conjectures, all admiring, and those who asked questions, whether skeptical or utterly convinced, were all ready to give the solutions a try.
As time continued to pass, Fu Yunhe answered the last question and then stopped talking.
[Streamer, why did you stop talking? My question is next!]
An impatient student, who had been eagerly waiting, scratched their head in frustration. So close, yet at the very threshold, why had you stopped?
“I am a professional food streamer,” Fu Yunhe said with his pleasing voice, jokingly: “If I don’t stop now, our chestnut chicken is going to burn.”
As he spoke, Fu Yunhe had already lifted the pot lid, and those who had been eager to have their questions answered instantly abandoned their note-taking pens—eating was the priority.
The rich aroma enveloped a hint of chestnut’s sweet and sticky flavor.
[I’m ready, all set!]
[The whole family’s all geared up, ready to go.]
Fewer people in the comments section were talking now; most were waiting to snatch up a spot for the virtual taste test, even President Yu was a bit tempted.
“Should I create an alt account and try my luck?”