Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 106
And with that shout of amazement from Gu Sheng—
The game instantly kicked into high gear!
Order after order came in, cabbages and tomatoes flying through the air.
Shen Miaomiao felt like her chopping knife was about to start smoking, but even so, she still couldn’t keep up with the Spaghetti Monster’s eating speed!
What was worse—
That annoying Gu Sheng kept diligently playing the role of the overzealous server!
“One Cabbage Salad coming up! Thank you for waiting!”
“One Cabbage and Tomato Salad! Kitchen, pick up the pace!”
“Another Cabbage Salad! And the Cabbage Tomato Salad is almost out of time!”
Before she could finish one order, the next one was already on its way.
Gu Sheng was like that 6 AM alarm clock—unavoidable, unshuttable.
Shen Miaomiao’s head was about to explode!
Her blood pressure shot through the roof!
But thankfully—
Just as her internal volcano was about to erupt, the story trigger kicked in and saved her.
The Spaghetti Monster, apparently bored of eating nothing but salad, suddenly went berserk and tried to destroy the city.
Seeing the danger, the Onion King activated a portal and yeeted Gu Sheng and Shen Miaomiao into it to go train, with instructions to return at this moment and face the monster again.
The livestream chat exploded:
‘D*mn, the game is just starting now?!’
‘So that whole thing was just a tutorial?!’
‘Holy sh*t, this game is actually kind of hard! My hands are all over the place!’
‘Now this hits the spot! This is that Gold Flavor™ I love!’
‘Who the hell came up with that dumb*** term “Gold Flavor” anyway? It always sounds so weird…’
‘LMAO just don’t think too hard about it!’
‘Thank god it’s over. Thought Miss Lotus was about to ragequit.’
‘Raging is its own kind of pain, y’know.’
‘Edge-of-Explosion Challenge, huh?’
‘???’
‘HAHAHAHA oh god…’
The game officially began!
Shen Miaomiao took a deep breath.
Now she finally understood why Gu Sheng warned her to act like a lady earlier!
Calm down, calm down, Shen Miaomiao.
It’s just a game. No need to lose your cool.
Plus, that was clearly a scripted high-difficulty sequence. No wonder she was flailing so hard.
Surely the real game will be more chill.
Thinking this, Shen Miaomiao’s eyes darted slyly as she nudged Gu Sheng with her elbow:
“Hey, your turn to chop this round.”
Her expression was full of playful mischief.
After watching closely, she realized Gu Sheng had been way too relaxed during the tutorial.
Not only did he push his raccoon chef in a wheelchair around the kitchen like it was a joyride, he even had time to call out orders and spike her blood pressure.
Looking back, she realized she’d been the ultimate sucker—voluntarily taking on the most demanding job: chopping.
So she had a flash of brilliance—swap roles with Gu Sheng.
She wanted to be the chill boss this time, just supervising, tossing out sarcastic remarks, and raising his blood pressure instead.
“Me? Chop?”
Gu Sheng shrugged. “Alright. And you?”
“I’ll do what you were doing!” Shen Miaomiao said like it was the most natural thing ever.
“What I was doing?”
Gu Sheng raised an eyebrow. “I was managing orders, prepping ingredients, delivering dishes, and plating everything. I was very busy!”
Pshhh—!!!
Shen Miaomiao practically rolled her eyes to her great-aunt’s house.
Trying to trick her again?
Dream on!
“No worries!” Shen Miaomiao declared with righteous conviction. “I can handle it!”
Hmph!
The cunning worker, making their job sound ten times harder to fool the clueless boss into thinking they’re overloaded—classic trick!
You think you can fool me?
“Don’t worry about me! Just chop the veggies! Go get ’em!”
“Uh…” Gu Sheng was stunned. It was the first time he’d heard such a bizarre demand. “You sure you won’t regret this?”
“Only if you don’t regret it…” Shen Miaomiao narrowed her eyes at him.
Then she shoved her controller into Gu Sheng’s hands, snatched his, and decisively hit “Start.”
“No time to explain, Chef Gu! Go chop some veggies!”
In the actual game, the first level only required making onion soup—a single recipe.
But Gu Sheng thought that was too boring.
So in his version, he added tomatoes and mushrooms as well, giving them three recipes to juggle.
The mechanics were simple: chop ingredients, three of the same type go into the pot, cook until ready, then plate and serve.
One person preps ingredients, the other cooks and plates. Whoever’s free washes dishes.
Simple enough.
But this time, Shen Miaomiao had decided to handle everything—except the chopping, which she considered “too much.”
Ding ding!
With the bell, roles were swapped and Level 1 officially began!
Orders popped up, and Shen Miaomiao grinned mischievously, flashing her pearly whites as she mimicked Gu Sheng’s tone:
“Two orders of Onion Soup, thank you very much!”
She dashed to the ingredient bin and, just like Gu Sheng had done earlier, dove in and started flinging everything—onions, mushrooms, tomatoes—toward Gu Sheng.
But—
Barely ten seconds later!
Those ingredients came flying back, now perfectly chopped.
“Huh?”
Shen Miaomiao blinked and stared at the already-finished Gu Sheng in disbelief.
Something’s not right.
Earlier she was chopping like crazy and still couldn’t keep up. How was he making it look effortless?
“What’re you staring at? Look at the orders,” Gu Sheng tilted his chin at her. “Soup doesn’t take long to cook.”
Snapped back to reality, Shen Miaomiao glanced at the timers—and immediately panicked!
“Pot pot pot—where’s the pot?!”
“In the corner, duh.”
“Okay okay! Three onions—why can’t I serve this?!”
“You need a plate first?”
“Oh right! Plate! Ehhhh... plate…”
“Your pot’s about to catch fire.”
“Wait wait wait! I got it! Plate, okay—serving now!”
Ding dong!
A tip popped up on the screen. Shen Miaomiao sighed in relief—she’d made it just in time.
But before she could breathe—
“Here’s three mushrooms for Mushroom Soup, three tomatoes for Tomato Soup, and ingredients for the next Onion Soup…”
Thud thud thud—
Gu Sheng casually called out orders while his knife danced like lightning. Another round of ingredients flew at Shen Miaomiao like a storm.
“Tomato Soup’s almost out of time…”
“I KNOW I KNOW!”
“Onion Soup’s ingredients are prepped already…”
“Just throw it on the floor!”
“Your pot’s catching fire again…”
“Getting it now, getting it now!”
“You haven’t washed plates—you can’t serve without plates…”
“Ah—gahhh—!”
Shen Miaomiao felt like she’d never been this flustered in her life!
She turned to look at Gu Sheng—
Only to see this b*****d spinning around with a fire extinguisher, cosplaying Elsa from Frozen!
“Let it go… let it go… abalala ooo ooo…”
It was Gu Sheng’s favorite mini-game.
The tiny raccoon chef spinning with the extinguisher gave off major goofball energy.
And he picked the wheelchair character too, which only made it funnier.
He was having a blast!
Until—
“GU SHENG! YOU BSTRD! I’M OVER HERE WORKING MY A** OFF LIKE A DAMN TOP!”
“AND YOU’RE HERE DOING BALLET WITH A FIRE EXTINGUISHER?!”
“CAN’T YOU WASH A F***ING PLATE?!”
“IF I DON’T YELL AT YOU, WOULD YOU JUST NEVER NOTICE THERE’S WORK TO DO?!”
Uh—???
Gu Sheng stared, jaw dropped, at the furious Shen Miaomiao!
“Didn’t you say I was only supposed to chop?! Are you even listening to yourself?”
This was ridiculous!
He was just a handicapped raccoon doing prep work!
How could she flip on him like this?
But volcano-mode Shen Miaomiao wasn’t hearing it!
“MOUNT SHU PATH! IYAAHHHH——!!!”
“Alright alright! I’ll go! I’ll go, okay?!”
Gu Sheng shrank back, no idea why he was scared, but Little Nezha’s snarling face had him rolling his chair over to the sink and furiously scrubbing plates.
“What a tyrant…”
The livestream chat lost it!!!
‘HAHAHAHAHAHA the pressure coming from Miss Lotus is unreal!’
‘There it is! Sichuan-Chongqing’s Number One Peak—Mount Shu!’
‘Chef Gu spent the whole stream reminding her to act ladylike, only for Miss Lotus to break it herself!’
‘Miss Lotus: F*** being ladylike! I just wanna get the food out!’
‘Poor Sheng-ge, his Elsa cosplay was on point and everything…’
‘Now he’s been dragged to the sink like a misbehaving child LMAO’
‘Peak “Sichuan-Chongqing Couple” content’
‘Old Gu’s definitely a whipped husband type’
‘I laughed so hard the building manager came to check on me’
‘Serves you right, Sheng-ge! Karma from the mini-game finally caught up!’
‘I’m f***ing crying—’
‘Why is this kinda shippable tho…’
‘KSWL’
‘Overcooked (X) Overcooked Couple (√)’
‘This is hilarious—I’m dragging my girlfriend to play this!’
‘Wait bro are you M or what?’
‘Stop yelling, I’m already downloading…’
‘Me too…’
‘Okay fine I bought it already…’
‘You little…’
‘……’
Watching the chaotic duo on screen—
The Golden Wind project team behind the scenes was dumbfounded.
Like, huh?
These two have insane stream chemistry!
It was only the first level!
Level 1-1!!
And it already blew up like this?!
Everyone thought it was insane—but hilarious.
The frantic Miss Lotus and the helpless, obedient top-tier director…
These two were just too entertaining!
“…Alright then,”
Finally, a resigned voice came from Lu Bian in the team chat:
“Everyone just consider your red packet gifts today a condolence fund for Old Gu. With half an hour of the stream left, I don’t think he’s mentally coming back from Zhongjing today…”
Silence.
Then—pfft—Jiang Shan, with her low laugh threshold, burst out giggling.
And then—
PUHAHAHAHAHA!
Laughter erupted across the online meeting room!
The livestream was filled with pure joy!
And Gu Sheng and Shen Miaomiao only got more into it, giving rise to the legendary “Five Virtues of Overcooked” moment:
[Marital Bliss]
“Ahhh f***! Sorry! I just tossed the soup you finished into the trash!”
“Huh?”
“The serving counter’s too close to the trash bin—I missed the mark…”
“GU SHENG I’M GONNA F***ING KILL YOU——!!!”
[Shared Brain Cell]
“Move! I need to serve!”
“Get out of the way! My pot’s on fire!”
“There’s only one lane, back up!”
“You know there’s one lane and you still block me?!”
“You—stop—pushing—urgghhhhhh—”
“You—move—aside—mmmhhhhh—”
[Perfect Coordination]
“Please stop running around with that d*** pot, I beg you…”
“I need to serve! SERVE!”
“I’ve got the plate! Serve what?!”
“Why are you running around with a plate instead of chopping?!”
“Says the one running around with a pot! You serious?!”
[In Harmony]
“Wow, Chef Gu, your knife skills have gotten worse. Can’t even handle a few cabbage heads?”
“You said it! See this juicy steak you just grilled? Oops! Into the sink it goes~”
“GU SHENG YOU F***ER! I DIED THREE TIMES TO GRILL THAT!”
“I know you’re mad, but stay calm. You’ll need that rage soon…”
[Forever Together]
“Ugh I can’t take it anymore, you’re giving me heart palpitations…”
“You’re the one that sucks! Can’t even play your own game right!”
“I suck? Me?! Without me, this kitchen would’ve burned down already!”
“BURNED?! D*MN! Look—it’s burning with you!”
“I seriously can’t play with you anymore…”
“Hmph! I didn’t wanna play with you either!”
“Whoever puts out the fire is a dog!”
“I’ll spray you to death——!!!”
Inferno raged like the end of the world.
Gu Sheng spun in his wheelchair, praying to the fire gods for deliverance from this torment under a noob boss.
Shen Miaomiao snatched the extinguisher and blasted him with it, venting her fury.
“I’M NEVER PLAYING WITH YOU AGAIN!!!”
The hilarious stream ended with the two of them bickering like kids.
Even the host’s closing lines were trembling with laughter, sending viewers into fits of giggles and sympathy!
...
Overcooked exploded onto the mini-game scene!
Practically overnight, its chaotic fun and wild gameplay made it a beloved gem among gamers.
Players jokingly nicknamed it Break-Up Kitchen.
Streamers saw how entertaining it was and jumped on board!
Thanks to Overcooked, every major Chinese streaming platform caught “Golden Wind Syndrome” for nearly a whole week—
Between 8 to 10 PM, over 70% of streamers were playing Golden Wind games.
Either:
Dropping into PUBG, braving shrinking circles and gunning for that chicken dinner…
Or—
Laughing and raging with friends in Overcooked, going from perfectly normal to mentally destroyed in real time.
Gu Sheng’s system emotion points surged!
Far beyond expectations!
At this pace, in less than half a month, he’d unlock the core data for Titanfall 2!
Just imagining piloting BT in full immersion made Gu Sheng’s heart race!
Most importantly—
This time!
They were collaborating with YiYou to optimize the full-immersion system under the guidance of YiYou’s tech department, aligning it with YiYou x2’s enhanced sensory support system!
Meaning—
If Golden Wind and YiYou both pulled this off—
Every future full-immersion title Gu Sheng created would see a qualitative leap!
No doubt—
That was immensely tempting for Gu Sheng—
As a designer and a player.
He was fired up.
But on the other side, Shen Miaomiao was… not.
A week had passed. Today was her system settlement day.
No surprise.
This game—made on a modest 300k budget—ended up making money.
But that wasn’t what upset her.
She’d known from the day they decided to livestream together that Overcooked would probably be a hit.
And hey, it was just a 300k mini-game.
Even if it flopped, that’d only be a 3 million loss max.
She’d seen bigger rebates before. Plus, with the flagship project guaranteed to lose money, this was nothing.
What really got to her—
Was that after they yelled “I’m never playing with you again!” on stream…
They really never played together again.
Shen Miaomiao genuinely liked this game.
It was, in fact, the one she’d spent the most time on since Carrot Defense.
The game had a matchmaking feature.
So she still played online, teaming up with random chefs.
But it just wasn’t the same.
Not as funny. Not as chaotic. Not as him.
She even dropped a few hints over several days.
But Gu Sheng was like a wooden post. Either too dense to catch on, or pretending not to.
Bottom line—he never played with her again.
And that made her sad.
She figured Gu Sheng probably thought she was too noob and too annoying.
Thinking that…
Curled up on the meeting room sofa, gripping a controller, Shen Miaomiao felt all twisted inside.
Her feet, perched on the table, kicked in frustration.
“Ugh! Whatever! If you don’t wanna play, fine! Like I care! You think I’m annoying? Well I think you’re annoying! I’ll play by myself! Watch me be amazing on my own…”
Click.
Right in the middle of her tantrum—
The door creaked open from outside.
Shen Miaomiao looked up.
There stood Gu Sheng, messenger bag slung over his shoulder, looking at her with a complicated expression.
His sudden appearance caught her off guard—but her little tantrum hadn’t fully passed yet.
So she lifted her chin and said with a pouty tone:
“What’re you staring at me for?”
“I’m not looking at you—I’m looking at this meeting room,” Gu Sheng leaned on the doorframe, smacking his lips.
“This room’s starting to feel like HLA Home.”
“…What do you mean?”
“Every time I come in here, it gives me a new vibe,” Gu Sheng said.
“It’s a meeting room, a movie theater, a temple… and now—”
He looked at the game interface on the projector screen.
“An arcade.”
Tsk.
He clicked his tongue. “They charge you for a meeting room, but what you’ve got here is way more fun. Total steal.”
“I like it!”
Shen Miaomiao leaned back on the sofa, crossed her legs, and planted her feet back on the table.
“My turf—if I say it’s an arcade, it’s an arcade!”
“Impressive,” Gu Sheng gave a thumbs-up.
“So how much is the hourly rate at your arcade? I wanna play for an hour, but I only have two coconut-flavored lollipops. That enough?”
Shen Miaomiao froze—
Then just like that, her little tantrum vanished like clouds in the wind!
“Well well—look at that perfect timing!”
She tried to keep her grin in check and patted the seat beside her casually.
“Normally it’s four lollipops an hour. But today’s half-off.”
“Sit down. I’ll set you up with a controller.”