Live-Streaming a Grand Feast for the Neighbors

"Open the door, open the door!"

"I am Chen Zhenghao. I'm here to swap apartments with you. Open the door right now, or I'll shoot!"

Inside the room, a young couple clung to each other in terror.

"What should we do? They've come to seize our home. I'm afraid we won't even be able to keep our last bit of food."

The wife looked at her young husband with absolute despair in her eyes.

The husband, an office clerk who wore glasses, held his wife tight and tried to comfort her. "Don't be afraid. It'll be fine. If they want the apartment, we'll just give it to them."

"Right, quickly hide the rest of the food on yourself."

The two of them hid their remaining meager food inside their clothing, and then, trembling all over, they opened the door.

Seeing the ferocious-looking Chen Zhenghao and his thugs outside, the man swallowed hard, bowed, and said, "Brother Hao, this apartment is yours now. We're leaving right away!"

With that, he prepared to take his wife and leave.

Before they could take even two steps, one of Chen Zhenghao's subordinates let out a cold, mocking laugh and raised the steel pipe in his hand.

"Thud!"

Following a dull, heavy impact, the man's vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

Even after losing consciousness, his eyes remained wide open, filled with utter disbelief.

He could not understand why he had completely obeyed and surrendered their home, yet the other party still chose to attack.

The woman watched in horror as her husband fell to the ground and lay motionless.

"Ah!!!"

She covered her mouth and let out a piercing scream.

Another iron pipe descended upon her head.

The two thugs walked over without uttering a single unnecessary word, ensuring that this married couple would never speak again.

Zhou Ke'er tightly clamped her hands over her mouth, completely paralyzed by fear.

This was the first time she had ever witnessed murder, and no matter how strong her psychological resilience might have been, she could not maintain her composure.

Chen Zhenghao merely glanced at her and sneered, "It's too freezing out. They were going to die sooner or later anyway. Doctor Zhou, you'd better get used to this sort of thing!"

After killing so many people, he had completely lost any sense of reverence for human life.

Moreover, there was one thing Chen Zhenghao was unwilling to admit.

Ever since Zhang Yi placed a bounty on him and someone attempted to assassinate him, a deep sense of fear had taken root in his heart.

Therefore, he had to use even more cruel methods to suppress the residents on every floor and force them into absolute submission!

Fighting back her nausea, Zhou Ke'er remained silent.

Chen Zhenghao swaggered into the apartment and ordered his thugs to clean up the bodies.

Over the next few days, Zhang Yi constantly heard the faint sounds of hammering and scraping.

The sounds came from next door; he knew it was Chen Zhenghao and his gang trying to find weaknesses in his fortifications.

Furthermore, those men were taking turns monitoring the front door and back windows of Zhang Yi's apartment.

Chen Zhenghao assumed that Zhang Yi would eventually have to come out to throw away garbage or collect snow for melting into water.

The moment an opportunity presented itself to kill Zhang Yi, everything he owned would become theirs!

Little did Chen Zhenghao know that Zhang Yi possessed a vast extradimensional space, meaning water supply was never an issue.

However, it was indeed inconvenient for Zhang Yi to open the windows and throw out trash.

With Chen Zhenghao armed with a gun, Zhang Yi was not about to take such a risk.

Yet, for a shut-in, accumulating a bit more garbage inside the house was hardly a problem.

When he was bored, he would play video games or watch movies and TV shows he had downloaded in advance.

In the residential community chat group, the desperate pleas directed at him continued unabated day after day.

Accompanying those pleas were frantic, venomous curses born of unfulfilled desires.

"Zhang Yi, you inhumane piece of garbage!"

"You clearly have enough to let everyone live a little longer! Why are you being so selfish?"

"You're destined to be lonely for the rest of your life!"

"Don't you have a heart? If you don't help us, you'll spend the rest of your life consumed by guilt and remorse!"

Faced with the angry curses of his neighbors, Zhang Yi's response was extremely simple.

He simply started a live stream of himself eating inside the chat group, recording his daily life and broadcasting it straight to them.

"Hello everyone, my family! Today I'm going to make some braised pork belly for you all!"

With that, a cut of pork belly weighing at least two pounds was tossed onto the cutting board.

The neighbors in the chat group turned green with envy.

"What kind of braised pork recipe requires that much pork belly?! If you can't finish it, don't waste it! Give it to me, give it to me!"

"Zhang Yi, you're no human, you're a beast! You don't deserve to eat that pork!"

"Zhang Yi, I haven't tasted a drop of oil or grease in a week! I'm begging you, let me have just a piece of pork rind!"

"Even a spoonful of cooking oil would do! That's something you don't want anyway, right? Give it to me, I'm begging you!"

People pushed to the brink of starvation possessed zero resistance against such high-fat foods.

Zhang Yi went through his cooking process smoothly, and through the screen, the neighbors could almost smell the rich aroma of the braised pork.

However, after simmering it for a while, Zhang Yi frowned.

He picked up a piece of the pork belly, tasted it, and immediately spat it straight into the trash can.

"I put in too much soy sauce! Damn it, this whole batch is ruined."

Although Zhang Yi usually cooked, he rarely attempted complex dishes.

As a result, he accidentally added too much soy sauce, and the entire pot of meat tasted overwhelmingly of heavy soy sauce.

Because he hadn't managed the sugar caramelization properly, it even tasted bitter when he bit into it.

"How is anyone supposed to eat this? Ugh, what a waste, what a terrible waste!"

Zhang Yi shook his head helplessly.

He had wanted to show off his culinary skills, only to mess it up completely. It was a shame he didn't keep a stray dog at home; otherwise, it wouldn't have gone to waste.

With no other choice, he had to dump the entire pot of pork right into the garbage bin.

The chat group instantly exploded, and the neighbors completely lost their minds!

"Don't throw it away, don't throw it away! My mouth is a trash can, the trash can is right here!"

"Hey! What are you doing?! Why throw it away? Why, why, why? Ahhhhh!!"

"Hurry up and throw your trash out, I'm going to pick it up right now!"

"Master, your humble servant has arrived late! Do you still need a dog? The kind that helps you process your garbage."

Some people were so infuriated by Zhang Yi's actions that they nearly passed out on the spot.

Their hearts were literally bleeding!

In the freezing cold, the household gas supply had been cut off long ago, making it completely impossible to cook.

Simply getting a mouthful of hot food had become an unimaginable luxury.

Let alone braised pork belly—that was something they didn't even dare to dream of eating.

Yet Zhang Yi had unhesitantly dumped an entire pot of it into the trash!

He was utterly damned!

"I guess I'll just eat something ready-made!"

Zhang Yi shifted the camera angle, and the clean, tidy table in his home was suddenly filled with over a dozen elaborate dishes.

The warm yellow overhead light illuminated the dining table, making the food look even more appetizing.

Pointing at each dish one by one, Zhang Yi enthusiastically introduced them.

"Look everyone, for dinner tonight I have braised prawns in oil, sea cucumbers braised with scallions, imperial tofu, sweet and sour Yellow River carp, nine-turn large intestines, fish slices in sweet vinegar sauce, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, cuttlefish egg soup, and pulled-sugar Chinese yams."

"Alright folks, all the dishes are served. Let's dig in!"

Zhang Yi propped up his phone, acting just like a food vlogger, picked up his chopsticks, and began to feast heartily.

Messages in the chat group were flooding in at a frenzied pace.

"Zhang Yi, share a bite with me! I'm kowtowing to you!"

"Zhang Yi, give my child a bite of fish! Even the fish tail is fine!"

"Zhang Yi, you are my father and I am your son, just let me drink a sip of the soup!"

All sorts of desperate pleas echoed endlessly, while others frantically bombarded Zhang Yi's phone with calls.

Ignoring them completely, Zhang Yi happily enjoyed his meal.

Watching his neighbors lose their minds in helpless fury only made Zhang Yi's meal taste even more delicious.