seattlejaycees Chapter 1020 - 703: Showing Off Love [06] Makes Actor Chapman’s Restaurant Go Viral
Chapter 1020 - 703: Showing Off Love [06] Makes Actor Chapman’s Restaurant Go Viral
The camera wasn’t set up inside the study, but outside its door, so half of the frame showed what was going on in the study.
They were split into two groups.
Three of them were gathered around a desk with Nora Scott, the surface covered in blueprints. Nora had a bamboo flute in her hand, pointing at the drawings as she talked to a few young guys. They were all leaning in to listen, faces serious, nodding from time to time, occasionally saying a couple of words back to her.
The other two were sitting cross‑legged on the floor with Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott, a laptop in front of them with a faintly visible video call. They were all holding blueprints too, and talking to the person on the other end of the call.
The scene looked very harmonious.
[Weren’t they here to arrest Nora?]
[So the latest news online was all fake?]
[Mr. Langley moves fast. Fernwood’s legal department has already sent cease‑and‑desist letters to the rumormongers, and posts on forums and tieba are being mass‑deleted.]
[I’m confused, what’s going on here?]
[Dare you get a little closer? What are they talking about? If it’s not confidential, why are you so far away? If it is confidential, why dare to stream it at all? Or is it just something that looks bad for your Nora, so you want to prove she’s innocent but you’re guilty‑conscience about it, so you’re half‑hiding it?]
...
Netizens were all arguing at once in the livestream chat.
The talk about Nora having "committed a crime" and "being arrested" gradually died down, and with a wave of fans steering the rhythm, the viewers started collectively thirsting over the screen instead.
[The bros are so handsome.]
[All the hotties have been handed over to the state.]
[If any one of these beauties gives me their contact info, I’ll never bad‑mouth you again, not even once.]
[The one upstairs is totally thinking about peach.]
[The one upstairs is totally thinking about peach. +1]
...
The group of handsome guys didn’t stay in the livestream long. In less than twenty minutes, they reluctantly said their goodbyes to Nora and the others.
They weren’t wearing mics, so the audio pickup was bad and the livestream viewers couldn’t hear what they were saying.
There were still a few contrarians in the chat.
But—
The rumor that "Nora Scott was arrested" was, without a doubt, crushed by solid proof.
Two hours later, all posts and comments of that type online had been scrubbed clean. But with Nora’s current level of influence, plenty of people had already heard about it.
And after the interrupted livestream reconnected again, it shot back up to the top. By nightfall it successfully broke ten million viewers.
That night, with family in tow, Nora dragged Pedro Langley, Marcus Shaw, and Oliver Scott to a barbecue joint.
In the middle, Nora stepped out of frame to talk to the director for a bit. When she came back, the livestream camera was aimed inside the car, avoiding any easily recognizable surrounding buildings.
But once the car parked, the camera turned toward the storefront—even though it didn’t show the signboard.
The door had a "Closed Today" sign hanging on it, but it was wide open, lights on inside, and not a single customer.
Humphrey Jennings was standing in the doorway, for once not smoking but on the phone. When he saw people approaching, his brows instinctively drew together, gaze like a sharp blade, eyes especially cutting. But the moment he saw Nora, his expression naturally softened a bit.
Not exactly warm spring rain, but noticeably less sharp and hard.
—A lot of girls are really into that.
So the moment he appeared, the livestream chat exploded into squeals, confessions, and screams; the energy could only be described as chaotic.
Nora walked up and said, "Four."
"Mm." Humphrey Jennings nodded. "Upstairs?"
Nora said casually, "Let’s just do the first floor."
"Okay."
Humphrey turned and headed inside.
"Mr. Jennings, are you the one doing the grilling?" Oliver Scott hurried up, smiling as he asked.
"Mm."
Oliver’s eyes lit up. "Then I want a serving of grilled potatoes." Under Humphrey’s puzzled look, he scratched his head. "The head chef at the shop only failed to learn your essence when it comes to grilled potatoes."
"..."
They’re a hassle to make.
Nora added at that moment, "I’ll have some too."
Humphrey agreed in a second. "Mm."
"..."
Oliver rubbed at the tip of his nose with a finger.
Bro, that double standard is a little obvious.
[Sob, I want to eat Mr. Jennings’ barbecue. So my Mr. Jennings is actually a real chef?]
[I’m begging everyone to dig up the address of this barbecue place. I want to go bump into Mr. Jennings! I wonder if I’ll have a chance to eat the barbecue he makes.]
[This shop looks kind of familiar, feels like I’ve seen it somewhere before. Any eagle‑eyed god who can recognize it?]
[Is the owner friends with Nora? Closing the place just so she can eat? Or is this shop actually owned by Nora? I remember the first time she streamed last year, she took a call from her disciple‑nephew, saying she wanted to promote their family’s shop.]
[Wait, my high‑class Virtue Retreat head chef is actually grilling skewers in some ordinary little barbecue joint?]
[Insider here: that guy is not the head chef of Virtue Retreat, he’s only part‑time as Heavenly Immortal’s exclusive chef. The world is more complicated than you think.]
[Insider upstairs, please spill more.]
...
The gossip in the livestream chat was on fire.
Inside the barbecue shop, the few of them were eating to their hearts’ content.
[That looks so good.]
[Tears of regret are streaming down the corners of my mouth.]
[The rice in my hand suddenly doesn’t taste good anymore.]
[Guarding the livestream with one hand, going out to eat barbecue with my husband with the other.]
...
*
At some point.
Two girls were walking down the food street while watching Nora’s livestream.
"Are we almost at that internet‑famous place you mentioned?"
Watching the grilled goodness on the screen, one of the girls swallowed, her eyes practically going green.
Starving.
Craving.
The visuals were just too damn good.
And even though Heavenly Immortal’s group was eating barbecue in a totally down‑to‑earth way... there was still this inexplicable air of elegance about them.
Her friend was looking it up on the map. "Almost." She paused briefly, then looked up. "It’s right ahead, just around the corner."
"Oh." The girl grabbed her friend’s hand. "I can’t take it, let’s hurry up."
The two of them jog‑trot the whole way, turned the corner, and smoothly arrived at their destination.
They were both die‑hard fans of Henry Chapman. After hearing that Henry had shown up at this barbecue shop, it went viral online. The two of them had specially found time to come over.
They absolutely had to try the barbecue their idol had tried.
But—
Before going in, the girl glanced across the street, suddenly froze, as if she’d seen something. Her eyes flew wide open.
Her friend was already at the door. Seeing her still rooted in place, she turned back.
She asked, "What’s wrong?"
The girl swallowed, hand trembling as she pointed across at the deserted barbecue shop.
"Don’t you think that shop over there looks... familiar?"
Her friend looked up.
"..."
"..."
The two of them met each other’s eyes and fell silent.
At the same time—
In the video on the phone, the group had just finished eating. While Nora was waiting around, she suddenly fiddled with the camera, accidentally panning it over the street outside. The two dumbstruck girls in the distance were caught in the frame, and the distinctive storefront behind them flashed by.
Netizens: "...We’ve got the address!!!"