Soon, Si Jin had finished cutting the onion rings and started on cutting them into dices as Si Shi Wu had just demonstrated once again. Half-way through, he looked up, gazed at the boxes of cut onions that were standing not far from him, and then put down the utility knife, making it issue a click. He took out his phone, took a photo, and then opened Weibo, forwarding it to Xiao Ming’s Bright Yellow Water channel.

Nin Sha: [I’ve been learning to cut onions for your next live stream.]

He put down the phone next to him, picked up the knife again, and continued to cut the onions into dices.

Even though Si Jin had gotten faster, cutting five thousand onions still wasn’t a small thing to do. Handling each of them would cost some time which would soon add up. Thus, by now, it was already the next day.

Xiao Ming was currently sitting at home, waiting for the stew he had made for lunch to finish while looking at some recipes he would like to work on next. Li Shui was wandering through the kitchen like a hungry beast that had been caged, eying the pot with the stew while Qian Huang was sitting on the other side of the room, scrolling through Weibo and answering a few of the comments that had come in since the live stream. Whenever it was something that concerned cooking, he would ask for Xiao Ming to do it but when it was about some technical aspects of the show, he was able to handle it himself.

Qian Huang noticed that another comment had been made and clicked on it, his brows raising when he saw the photo that had been attached. He stared at it for a whole minute and then turned to Xiao Ming, looking at him pensively. "Xiao Ming, ah, take a look at Weibo."

Xiao Ming looked up from the book in front of him, blinking his eyes in confusion but still took out his phone and opened Weibo. The first thing he saw was precisely that photo of Si Jin’s that was slowly gathering comments. "This is …?"

Qian Huang got up from the armchair and came over, leaning over the countertop with a grin. "It’s your certified number one fan trying to impress you again. Wanna guess how many onions he cut?"

Xiao Ming looked at the picture uneasily. However many those were … It was not a normal amount. How had he even done that? And … judging from what he had written, he had likely started after yesterday’s live stream? Had this guy been sleeping at all? He couldn’t help but feel distressed at that thought. He liked the post with the photo and then responded.

Bright Yellow Water: [That looks very impressive, Nin Sha. How many onions is that? — Xiao Ming]

Back in the house of the ninjas, Si Jin swapped the knife for his phone immediately, staring at Xiao Ming’s message and taking a screenshot. His fingers flew over the digital keyboard and the message was uploaded in barely a couple of seconds.

Nin Sha: [5324 onions so far, still 4676 to go.]

Xiao Ming really didn’t know what to say. He stared at the numbers and then up at the picture, feeling that maybe this really was true. In that case …

Bright Yellow Water: [How are your eyes holding up? That must’ve been really difficult. Also, don’t you think it is a little much? You probably haven’t slept all night. — Xiao Ming]

Once again, an onion and a knife were exchanged for a phone and this time, the corners of Si Jin’s mouth even lifted slightly. Xiao Ming was so adorable, worrying about his health. Although he was wondering why he would ask about his eyes. He reached up and touched his eyes but there was nothing there.

In fact, this was thanks to the good preparation his men had done. The knives were especially sharp, ensuring that less of the sulphuric acid would be released. Also, the boxes that Si Jin took the onions from had a cooling function which once again reduced the evaporating chemical.

Si Jin didn’t know so he was confused for a moment but then didn’t think about it any further. Anyway, it was more important that he currently had Xiao Ming’s attention.

Nin Sha: [Thank you very much for your concern. My eyes are well. I am also well. I think that it should not be a problem to cut the rest of the onions until your live stream tomorrow.]

Xiao Ming felt pained when he read that.

Bright Yellow Water: [Nin Sha, cutting more than five thousand onions is already more than enough. I’m sure that you are proficient in it by now. You should instead use the time to go and rest a bit. — Xiao Ming]

By now, other people had also noticed the exchange and were starting to weigh in.

Cat Dancing on a Wire: [Heavens! (๑ʘ∆ʘ๑) I suddenly understand why he’s being called Xiao Ming’s certified number one fan! So this is the kind of craziness you need to show to get that title? ⊙_ʘ I guess I’ll be alright with just being number two then.]

Little Butterfly: [Nin Sha going all out again … Somehow, it’s not even unexpected ¯_(ツ)_/¯]

Food Enthusiast: [I can see he is really enthusiastic about this. So it wasn’t a lie when he said he would register for 'Golden Spoon' for Xiao Ming. I wonder what he’s going to do with ten thousand onions though (•᷉ुε ू•᷈,)]

A few rows of laughter were sent in response to that question.

Ferret Eating Cake: [If he didn’t cry while cutting them, he’ll finally cry when he finds out that he has to do something with them (≧艸≦*)]

Xiao Ming was also worried about that when he heard that question but he wasn’t really sure how to bring it up.

On the other hand, Si Jin completely ignored what the others were writing and just focused on Xiao Ming’s response.

Nin Sha: [Thank you for your concern. Then, I will speed up and rest earlier.]

The one who felt like crying was actually Xiao Ming. This wasn’t what he had meant at all! He really wanted to plead with him but then again, there was nothing he could tell Nin Sha. If he wanted to do this, then he wanted to do it. What could he as a stranger do to stop him?

Bright Yellow Water: [If you don’t feel well, at least take a break in-between. You can still continue later on. Also, what Food Enthusiast said isn’t wrong. Have you thought about what you’re going to do with the onions? — Xiao Ming]

Si Jin had no idea what the other person had written but the question that Xiao Ming asked naturally wasn’t ignored.

Nin Sha: [I will discard them. They are merely for practicing purposes.]

He couldn’t see anything wrong with that but Xiao Ming’s heart hurt when he thought of just how much food would be wasted.

Bright Yellow Water: [If you don’t need it, how about seeing if there is a homeless shelter or maybe an orphanage in your city? You can just donate the onions. It might not be a complete meal but at least it can add a bit of seasoning. I’m sure that they will be very grateful for it. — Xiao Ming]

Si Jin looked at the question, and then immediately agreed.

Nin Sha: [Yes.]

Then, he handed the phone to Si Yi to let him handle it and went back to cutting the onions.

Xiao Ming wasn’t quite sure what this answer meant but he also didn’t dare to ask any further. Anyway, he could only suggest it. Whether Nin Sha wanted to do it that way or not … There was no way for him to influence that.