Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber - Chapter 51

“Hello, can you hear me?”

– O O O O  

– I hear you  

– Yes, yes, yes  

– Um  

– Food  

– I hear you  

– Ready

The chat seems to be moving about four times faster than usual.

And on top of that, there’s the YouTube chat as well…

“There are a lot of people today, huh?”

– O O O  

– Didn’t you promote the stream like crazy?  

– I was peacefully watching another stream and got abandoned for this one

“Abandoned, you say?”

– O O…  

– Anna left us behind  

– Maho left

“Ah, I see.”

I get the gist.

I opened Dwitch on the non-streaming screen to check on the members.

Sure enough, everyone’s stream is offline.

Earlier, when I was prepping for the stream, I saw a few of them were live, but it seems like they all stepped aside once they heard I’d be streaming for 24 hours.

They really didn’t have to do that…

Still, it’s a bit of a relief.

If their viewers are watching me instead, the numbers should naturally decrease over time.

– So, what are you starting with?  

– Excited!  

– I canceled my plans today just to watch this

“What am I starting with? We’ll do what we picked last stream. Typical newcomers…”

– ???  

– Shall we beat up the newbies?  

– I’m ready  

– Just play the game already

[Thank you for the 10,000 won donation, MasterMiro!]

Should we beat up these newcomers? Haha.

Man, these guys…

As expected from former newbie crushers, they’re ready to split the new viewers in half after just one comment.

“Guys, I was just joking. Why are you all ready to fight like this?”

– Don’t stop us  

– We needed to put them in their place anyway, haha  

– You started it, so good luck  

– Shall we head into battle? haha

“Wait… there are three or four times more newcomers than you guys. Are you sure you can handle that?”

No one can beat sheer numbers.

Also, just because you’ve watched the stream longer doesn’t mean you get more rights to spam the chat.

If the newcomers and regular viewers fight, the regulars will get absolutely crushed.

And the atmosphere would go to hell, which is a problem since I still have 24 hours of streaming left. It’s too early for things to go off the rails.

– …Shall we call it a draw?  

– My bad  

– I was wrong  

– Should I stand with my hands up in surrender?

Thankfully, the regular viewers were quick to raise the white flag.

“Good. The faster you give up, the better.”

– Teaching us good lessons, haha  

– Just this once…  

– If I see them next time, they’re dead

“Yeah, let’s save the war for later. For now, let’s get started with the first event, okay?”

I switched the screen from the waiting screen to the game that would kick off the first segment of *Miro24Hours*.

“Alright, there are 9 spots left.”

The first game was a custom 5v5 *ARAM* match.

I’d set it up with a password, so people would need to enter it to join.

“Alright, now go kill each other.”

*rrrrrrrrrrrrr* (dramatic typing sounds)

– Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!  

– Move, you bastards..! Move, you bastards..! Move, you bastards..!

Those spamming the chat probably aren’t interested in joining the game. The ones who want to play are likely smashing random passwords into the field by now.

“Shall I give out a hint or two?”

The first segment kicked off smoothly, all things considered.

I wished the rest of the stream would go as well as this.

“Now, it’s dinner time, right?”

– O O O O  

– Something big is coming, haha  

– Time for the hand cam, haha

It’s already been three hours since the stream started.

Normally, it wouldn’t be weird to stop around now, but I still have 21 hours to go.

It feels daunting, but it’s more manageable than I thought.

“Hold on a second. I’m going to stop here and switch to my phone.”

There are limits with the computer camera, so I moved to the kitchen, set up as I’d planned, and started streaming on my phone.

“Can you see everything clearly?”

What’s showing on the screen now is my kitchen.

I set up the phone so it captures the pot on the gas stove and the cutting board by the sink.

“Is the quality okay?”

– So clear  

– Show us your hands, show us your hands, show us your hands, show us your hands, show us your hands  

– Please, show us your hands…

Hmm… seems like it’s good.

I had planned this cooking stream beforehand, but I also had my worries.

What if I accidentally bump the phone or show my face in some random reflection?

That’s why I took *special precautions*.

Precautions that even my manager agreed with.

“Alright, I’ll take out the ingredients now.”

Most of the ingredients were already in the house, but I bought extra vegetables for today.

– What are you making though??  

– Just cooking ramen?  

– Why not fry some rice?

“Come on, we need a solid dinner.”

When I used to live alone, I would either order takeout or go to a cheap place nearby, but since moving back home, I’ve been eating hearty meals for dinner.

Jang’s cooking is really something else.

“Can you see this?”

I took out the vegetables and placed them on the cutting board.

Green onions, onions, zucchini, and garlic—all laid out. The chat started going wild.

Ah, so they saw my hands.

– Ha! Haha! Haha! Haha!  

– We trusted you, Miro! We trusted you, Miro! We trusted you, Miro!  

– Thank you… Thank you… Thank you… Thank you…

[Thanks for the 1,000 won donation, O O!]

You guys calling me a pig? Haha, do my hands look like pork trotters to you? Haha!

– My heart feels so refreshed~

– The Great Miro!

I expected some reaction, but it’s way more intense than I thought.

Is showing just my hand really worth all this excitement?

Honestly, if it were my face or my whole silhouette, I could understand, but watching people freak out over a hand feels a bit strange.

“You guys like this that much?”

Since they’ve already seen my hand, I placed it right in front of the camera, spreading my fingers and waving it. The chat exploded even more.

It’s almost terrifying.

Maybe it’s because the viewership is abnormally high today, making the chat faster and more chaotic.

“Alright, enough of that. Focus on the cooking now.”

I started chopping the vegetables into bite-sized pieces since I still had to cook.

– Look at that sloppy chopping  

– Ugh, this is frustrating  

– You’re gonna cut yourself at this rate

“As long as the result is good, no backseat cooking, please.”

Sure, it took me a bit longer because I’m not the best at chopping, but I managed to prep the veggies successfully and set them aside.

“Let’s leave these here.”

I opened the fridge again and pulled out today’s key ingredients.

“Here we go—doenjang (soybean paste), gochujang (red pepper paste), and ssamjang (sauce for wraps).”

– What are you making?  

– Doenjang stew?  

– My mouth is watering

“That’s right. Doenjang-jjigae (soybean paste stew).”

Today, I’m making doenjang-jjigae.

It’s simple, delicious, and a staple of Korean cuisine, isn’t it?

First, I heated some oil in the pot and sautéed the doenjang, gochujang, and ssamjang.

“You see, there’s protein in the doenjang, so frying it in oil brings out a richer flavor.”

I have no idea about the science behind it. Something about the Maillard reaction? I read about it just enough to sound like I know what I’m talking about.

– Looks like a pro…  

– Approved for marriage!  

– Isn’t the heat too high? You’re gonna burn it

“Is the heat too high?”

Now that they mention it, it does seem a bit high.

– Dude, it’s already burned  

– Look at the bottom, it’s sticking  

– Lower the heat!

“Wait, it’s burned?”

I checked the pot again after reading the chat, and sure enough, the edges were burnt and sticking to the bottom.

“This much is fine.”

– Wait, why is he pouring water into the pot?  

– Just move it to another pot, man.  

– But honestly, it’s not that bad; chill.  

I casually poured water into the slightly burnt pot.  

“Now, mix the water with the sautéed paste, and you see those vegetables I chopped earlier? Just throw them all in.”  

– It already looks delicious.  

– But where’s the meat?  

– No beef brisket or anything?  

“Be patient. It needs to simmer first.”  

I left the doenjang-jjigae to boil and pulled out a frying pan, pouring in some oil.  

“The stew I just made is something only a pro like me can pull off, so it’s probably hard for you guys to follow. But this next part, anyone can do.”  

Next up was a fried egg.  

Though simple, it’s a surprisingly tricky dish that requires careful heat control and perfect timing to avoid burning.  

– Did you pour too much oil?  

– Do you think we’re idiots or something?  

– I burned my fried egg just yesterday, so…  

– Or, you know, I could just order delivery and skip all this.

“It’s harder than it looks… Ah!”  

*Pop pop!*  

But then something unexpected happened.  

Was the heat too high?  

The oil in the pan started to splatter.  

“Ouch! Ow!”  

– Haha! Haha! Haha!  

– Dude, you can’t even fry an egg properly?  

– Turn the heat down a bit.  

“No, it’s just, the oil is—”  

*Pop pop! Pop pop!*  

Did I use too much oil?  

Are they seriously doubting my ability to fry an egg?  

I used to make fried eggs all the time when I lived alone!  

It must be the frying pan’s fault.

Of course, this is all because Jang is too cheap to replace the frying pan!

“Ugh, this frying pan!”

– Haha! Haha! Haha!  

– Oh no, *”fry-sitch!”*  

– Dude, this isn’t the frying pan’s fault, you sure?  

– Looks like fried eggs *are* hard, huh?

“Wait, this isn’t a joke—Ah!”

As if things couldn’t get worse, the pot with the lid on started boiling over.

– Lower the heat, man!  

– This is chaos, haha  

– You’ve been disqualified from being a potential husband…  

– Someone’s gonna get smacked soon.

*Fsssh!* *Sizzle!*  

The contents of the pot spilled over, causing the stove flames to flicker wildly, and the oil in the frying pan kept splattering everywhere.

“Let me just… turn off the heat first…”

With a tense expression, I shut my eyes and reached for the stove knob to turn off the flames.  

*Pop!*  

Just then, hot oil splattered onto my arm.  

“Ouch! Hot!”

The sharp sting made me instinctively jerk my arm, and in doing so—*whack!*—I knocked my phone right off the hook where it had been resting near the sink.

I turned to see the phone in freefall, heading straight for the cutting board and the ingredients I’d set aside for the stew.

“If it hits…!”

*Smack!*

With reflexes even I was surprised by, I caught the phone midair—but not before the camera angle shifted.

But…

Isn’t this exactly the kind of thing a pro streamer should be prepared for?

Suppressing my panic, I flashed a confident smile and continued my sentence.

“Rider.”

The viewers were probably staring at my upper body now, displayed on the stream.  

Unfortunately for them, I was wearing the insect mask I had prepared just for a moment like this.  

Prepared for anything!