Chapter 62 Live Streaming a Feast for the Neighbors
"Open the door, open the door!"
"I'm Andrew. I'm trading rooms with you. Open the door now, or I'll start shooting!"
Inside the room, the young couple clung to each other in terror.
"What should we do? They're here to take our house. We might not even be able to keep our last bit of food."
The wife looked at her young husband with a face full of despair.
The husband, a bespectacled office worker, held his wife and tried to comfort her, "Don't be scared, it's okay. If they want the house, we'll give it to them."
"Right, let's hide the remaining food on us."
The two of them hid in their clothes the little food they had left, then nervously opened the door.
Seeing the fierce-looking Andrew and his men outside, the man swallowed hard and bent down, saying, "Mr. Jenkins, this house is yours now. We'll leave right away!"
As he spoke, he was about to take his wife and leave.
Before they could take a step, one of Andrew's henchmen let out a cold laugh and raised a steel pipe.
With a dull thud, the man fell to the ground.
Even as he lost consciousness, his eyes were filled with disbelief.
He couldn't understand why they would still attack him even after he obediently handed over the house.
The woman looked in horror at her husband lying motionless on the ground.
She let out a scream, covering her mouth.
Another stick came down on her head.
Two men came over, saying nothing, ensuring the couple had been silenced forever.
Elinor covered her mouth tightly, completely petrified.
It was the first time she had seen someone killed, and no matter how strong her mental fortitude, she couldn't stay calm.
Andrew glanced at her and sneered, "It's too cold; they were going to die sooner or later. Mrs. Kelly, you need to get used to this!"
After killing so many people, he had completely lost his respect for life.
Moreover, there was something Andrew didn't want to admit.
After being targeted by Steven's bounty and attacked, he also felt fear inside.
So he had to use even more brutal methods to suppress the homeowners and make them submit!
Elinor fought back her nausea and said nothing.
Andrew swaggered into the house, ordering his men to clean up the couple.
Over the next few days, Steven kept hearing a knocking sound.
The noise came from next door; he knew it was Andrew and his men looking for weaknesses in his room.
Moreover, those men were taking turns watching Steven's front door and back window.
Andrew thought Steven would have to come out at some point to throw out the trash or collect snow for water.
As long as he got an opportunity to kill Steven, he could take everything that belonged to him!
But he didn't know that Steven had a huge extradimensional space, so water wasn't an issue for him.
However, Steven couldn't conveniently open the window to throw out the trash.
Andrew had a gun, and Steven wouldn't take that risk.
For someone who liked staying home, having a bit more trash inside was tolerable.
When he was bored, he played games or watched the movies and TV shows he had downloaded in advance.
In the homeowners group, the pleas for help directed at him were endless.
Along with that came their frantic curses when they couldn't get what they wanted.
"Steven, you're a heartless bastard!"
"You could help everyone live a bit longer, why are you so selfish!"
"You're destined to be lonely for the rest of your life!"
"Don't you have a conscience? If you don't help us, you'll live the rest of your life in guilt and regret!"
Faced with his neighbors' curses, Steven showed simple response.
He started live-streaming his meals in the group, recording his life and showing it to them.
"Hello everyone, today I'm making fried chicken!"
With that, he threw a chicken breast weighing at least 2 pounds onto the cutting board.
The neighbors in the group were extremely jealous.
"Who uses that much meat to make fried chicken? If you can't finish it, don't waste it, give it to me!"
"Steven, you're a beast! You don't deserve to eat that!"
"Steven, I haven't had meat in a week, please let me have a piece!"
"Just let me have a sip of the oil. you don't want that, do you? Give it to me, please!"
People starving had no resistance to high-fat foods.
Steven's quick cooking made it seem as if the neighbors could smell the fried chicken through the screen.
But after a moment, Steven frowned.
He picked up a piece of chicken, tasted it, and then spat it into the trash. "Too much salt! Fuck, the whole batch is ruined."
Although Steven usually cooked, he rarely made this dish.
As a result, he accidentally added too much salt, making the whole batch inedible.
The taste was so salty it was bitter.
"It's inedible, what a waste!" Steven shook his head helplessly.
Steven had intended to show off his cooking skills but ended up failing.
With no other choice, he had to throw all the meat into the trash.
The group chat instantly exploded with messages; the neighbors went crazy!
"Don't throw it away! My mouth is the trash can, the trash can is right here!"
"What are you doing! Why are you throwing it away? Why, why, why? Aaaaah!!"
"Throw out your trash now, I'll come pick it up right away!"
"Mr. Rogers, do you need a servant? Someone to handle your trash?"
Some people were so angry at Steven's actions that they nearly lost their minds.
Their hearts were breaking!
In the freezing cold, their natural gas had been cut off, and they couldn't cook.
Getting a hot meal had become a huge luxury.
Let alone fried chicken, they wouldn't even dream of eating that.
And Steven, without a second thought, threw away a whole batch!
He was despicable!
"I'll just eat some of the other dishes I already made!"
Steven turned the camera to show a clean and tidy table with over a dozen dishes.
The warm yellow lamp above the table made the food look even more appetizing.
Steven pointed to each dish, enthusiastically introducing them.
Steven pointed to each dish, enthusiastically introducing them, "Look everyone, tonight's dinner is Green Bean Casserole, Fried Chicken, Apple Pie, Macaroni and Cheese..."
"Bro, the food's ready, let's dig in!" he said deliberately.
Steven set up his phone like a food vlogger and started eating heartily with chopsticks.
Messages from the neighbors flooded the screen.
"Steven, please give me a bite! I'm begging you!"
"Steven, let my child have a bite, even if it's leftovers!"
"Steven, you're my dad, I'm your son, just let me have a sip of the soup!"
The pleas were endless, and some people were frantically calling Steven.
Steven ignored them all, smugly eating his meal.
Seeing his neighbors so enraged made the food taste even better to Steven.
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