Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 91: The "Airdrop" Scandal

On the livestream, the kitchen of Cuties Petting Zoo appeared orderly and spotless despite its small size. The tiles gleamed under the lights, and the chefs, fully equipped with masks, hats, and gloves, were meticulously plating the desserts.

The celebrity guests began to relax, and the viewers in the chat followed suit. "Whew, almost blamed Ginnie for nothing." "She has nothing to hide! Her conscience is clear." "Honestly, was that duck feather planted by Lars just for attention?" "Probably. Lars hasn't had a hit since that one viral song. He’s just chasing clout." "Ginnie was kind enough to invite him, and he repays her by trying to sabotage her brand!"

Lars watched his phone screen as Ginnie’s fans turned their venom on him. He smirked, his thumb sliding across the display.

Suddenly, the guests touring the kitchen seemed to receive a notification simultaneously. One by one, they lowered their heads to check their phones. Their expressions shifted from casual curiosity to absolute horror.

Most of these influencers used iPhones for the convenience of photography and streaming. This meant they were all susceptible to a specific feature: AirDrop.

In that moment, an anonymous user in the pavilion had sent a massive AirDrop blast to everyone in the vicinity.

One photo after another popped up on their screens, each like a stinging slap to Ginnie’s face.

It was the exact same kitchen layout, but the reality was nightmarish. On the filthy prep tables, the lemons used for the tea were piled haphazardly in a corner, their skins shriveled and moldy. Several flies were perched on them, the high-resolution shots capturing the disgusting detail of them rubbing their legs together.

The floor was coated in a suspicious sludge of water and food scraps. Duck feathers were matted into the grime, clearly shed by the Call Ducks wandering nearby. Most horrifying was a pile of uncleaned duck droppings captured in the corner of the frame—sitting right next to the basket of fresh lemons!

The entire space was cramped and chaotic, looking worse than the back alley of a bottom-tier takeout joint.

"Gag—!"

One guest couldn't take it and bolted for the trash can, clutching their mouth.

Another shrieked in terror, "Oh my god! The cake we just ate... was it made in a place like this?!"

"Absolutely!" someone else shouted. "There’s no way they could make this many treats on the spot. They must have prepped them days ago in this filth!"

"Exactly," another guest added, realization dawning. "They only scrubbed the place for the investment tour to put on a show... we’ve been played!"

Hearing the mounting outrage, Ginnie panicked. "No! That's not true!" Her face flushed a deep crimson.

The truth was that the cakes weren't baked in this tiny kitchen at all; they were ordered from a professional bakery. But admitting that would be a self-inflicted blow, proving her earlier claim of "meticulously baked in-house" was a flat-out lie.

Calculating the risks, Ginnie bit the bullet. "Because of the high volume, the first batch of cakes was pre-ordered from a private boutique bakery, not made in this kitchen!"

Lars immediately countered, "Wait, you just said they were 'lovingly baked in your kitchen.' So you’re just a middleman?"

Ginnie managed to maintain her poise, her smile remaining fixed. "I was speaking metaphorically. We developed the exclusive recipes and designs; we simply outsource the mass production to our partners. Even Michelin-starred restaurants work with top-tier suppliers."

The guests' anger simmered down slightly at her desperate attempt to save face. However, the viewers in the livestream were done.

"So I've been drinking this lemon water for my last two visits? I'm going to vomit." "Celebrity-only custom cakes while the regular fans get swill?" "The facade is gone. Do our lives even matter to these people?" "I actually felt bad for her a minute ago. I’m the clown here."

The viewership for the Cuties Petting Zoo stream plummeted, and her follower count began to tick downward.

Sensing the impending disaster, Ginnie raised her voice to explain. "The kitchen was previously outsourced to a third-party team. I had no idea they would let it get to this state! They betrayed my trust, and I am truly sorry. Between developing animal vaccines and managing the zoo, I neglected the supervision..."

Ginnie’s PR spin managed to stabilize a few netizens, but the live chat was still flooded with skepticism.

Just then, Lars spoke up. "Oh, so it was an outsourced team's fault. I almost let Nancy take the fall for that. I guess I overreacted."

Ginnie looked at Lars in surprise. Her shoulders relaxed a fraction, and the guarded look in her eyes softened. She hadn't expected this troublemaker to speak up for her at the eleventh hour.