Live Streaming: My Journey of Healing with My Dog

On his 28th birthday, Lin Xiaochuan, who had been squeezed dry by 996, slapped his resignation letter on the shiny forehead of his department head. Driving away the old pickup truck left behind by his father, and taking the golden retriever who could eat pancakes secretly, he started a live broadcast on the road without a destination. From soy milk fried dough sticks at the vegetable market in the early morning, to wood-fired wontons on the side of the national highway late at night. When 300 spectators watched him hurriedly frying and battering the seventh egg and filling it with pancakes, the screen was full of bullets teaching him how to flip the pan. Gradually, the live broadcast room became a late-night canteen for urban migrant workers, and he unexpectedly discovered that passers-by, who were overwhelmed by life, all had hilarious and sad stories in their pockets.