Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH10

Chapter 10

At Beijing University, in a provincial key laboratory…

Inside the computer lab, several graduate and doctoral students under Professor Murong’s guidance were gazing longingly out the window.

“What are you looking at?!” Professor Murong scolded, his face dark. “Many journal submission deadlines are approaching. Have you written your papers? Collected your data? And you still have the mind to think about other things?”

The poor students had no choice but to withdraw their gazes in agony and force themselves to stare at their computer screens.

A few days ago, Professor Murong had turned a blind eye to students sneaking out for street food.

But this morning, Professor Wang’s team came over and took back the equipment they had just borrowed. Everyone was dumbfounded—how could the equipment be taken away before their experiments were even conducted?

What was going on?

Then, Professor Murong stormed into the lab, furious. “From today onward, no one is allowed to go outside the school for street food. That stuff is unsanitary! My students should not stoop to the level of others!”

By “others,” he was, of course, referring to Professor Wang.

Professor Wang’s obsession with the wonton stall at the university gate had spread throughout the faculty offices. Many professors initially laughed at it but grew curious. That curiosity led them to send students to buy wontons, and once they tasted them, they were hooked.

Thus, the South Gate wonton stall spread like a meme virus among Beijing University professors.

Professor Murong was one of the few who hadn’t been converted.

Or rather, he was outraged. That scoundrel Wang Jianhua dared to take back the borrowed equipment just because he mistakenly ate a bowl of wontons? How could Murong endure such humiliation?!

So, he began his own personal boycott of the South Gate wonton stall. Not only did he refuse to partake, but he also ordered his students to resist temptation.

The students, forced into ‘boycotting’ wontons, gazed wistfully out the window, sniffing the air in hopes of catching even a faint whiff of the aroma.

Graduate student Xie Anyang was one of them.

Three days ago, his girlfriend from the Mechanical Engineering department had dragged him to the school gate to act as her photographer, capturing images of the handsome young stall owner. Back then, Jian Yunlan’s stall wasn’t as wildly popular yet, so he and his girlfriend didn’t have to wait long before getting their wontons.

From that moment, his life changed.

Suddenly, there was something to look forward to!

The happiest part of his day became lining up with his girlfriend at 6 PM and savoring a steaming bowl of wontons by 7 PM, washing away all the fatigue of thesis writing.

But today, Professor Murong had cruelly cut off this one joy.

Xie Anyang felt utterly despondent.

On his phone, his girlfriend sent him a message—today’s special was spicy red oil dumplings. They looked incredible! But alas, he was doomed to miss out…

His mouth watered as his stomach growled.

It was dinnertime, and the graduate students packed up to leave. Professor Murong had decreed that they could only eat at the cafeteria or proper restaurants—no street food.

They even had to send photo evidence.

…The professor was really on one today.

Xie Anyang had already eaten dinner, but since Professor Murong wanted to discuss his thesis later, he couldn’t leave yet.

Watching the others head out, Xie Anyang suddenly had an idea. He clutched his stomach and groaned, “Professor, I—I have a stomachache.”

Murong adjusted his glasses and eyed him suspiciously. “You’re not trying to sneak off to eat wontons, are you?”

Xie Anyang swore, “How could I? I would never eat such unsanitary food. If I did, may I be struck by lightning!”

Only then did Murong let him go, albeit with lingering doubt.

Once Xie Anyang left, the lab was empty, leaving Professor Murong alone.

The autumn breeze blew through the vacant space, filling it with a certain melancholy.

Professor Murong hadn’t eaten dinner yet.

Should he… go get some wontons?

As soon as the thought surfaced, he immediately shut it down, scowling.

That unsanitary street stall? He wouldn’t lower himself to eat from there! If he wanted wontons, he would only eat the premium “Jade Wontons” from Tang Banquet, priced at 188 yuan per bowl!

However…

Smacking his lips, he suddenly recalled the taste of the shrimp wontons he had eaten that morning. Even after sitting overnight, they had remained so chewy, so delicious, so fragrant.

When Professor Murong finally stepped out of the lab, he was still convincing himself—he was only going to take a look, purely to confirm that those wontons were indeed “unsanitary and unappetizing.”

That way, he’d have solid reasoning to forbid his students from eating them.

After all, he was such a considerate mentor who always had his students’ best interests at heart.

With this thought in mind, Professor Murong put on a mask and sunglasses, changed into a trench coat, pulled down a baseball cap, and fully disguised himself before heading to the South Gate.

For the sake of his students, Professor Murong believed he needed to stand in line himself to assess the difficulty of queuing. Only then could he better dissuade his students.

So, Professor Murong queued up.

For the sake of his students, Professor Murong believed he should purchase a serving of spicy red oil dumplings. Only then could he better judge that such street food was nothing but a waste of money.

So, Professor Murong scanned the QR code and paid.

For the sake of his students, Professor Murong believed he should take a bite—just one bite—of these red oil dumplings. Only then could he properly denounce them as unsanitary, unhealthy street food…

And so, Professor Murong couldn’t resist any longer. He pulled down his mask, his hand trembling slightly as he picked up a steaming red oil dumpling and placed it in his mouth.

The moment he bit through the dumpling skin soaked in chili oil, a burst of rich, savory meat flavor filled his mouth. The numbing sensation of Sichuan pepper tingled on his tongue, the spiciness of the red oil exploded across his taste buds, and the minced garlic, drenched in hot oil, slid smoothly down his throat.

The fragrant Sichuan pepper and garlic were so intense they made his eyes water. But after just one bite, warmth spread through his entire body. His lips tingled, sweat poured down his face from the heat, yet he couldn’t help but crave another bite.

Professor Murong was from Sichuan, well-versed in eating and loving spicy food. But even with his years of experience, he had to admit—this bowl of red oil dumplings was flawless.

However…

“It’s not good at all!” Professor Murong thought furiously as he continued eating. “I don’t like it at all.”

He wasn’t like that vulgar man Wang Jianhua.

Only high-end restaurants like Tang Banquet deserved his patronage!

But… for the sake of his students, a responsible mentor had to fully understand their tastes.

So, Professor Murong decided to ‘reluctantly’ eat another bowl.

Fuming internally, he kept eating, sweat streaming down his face from the heat. Unable to endure it any longer, he removed his sunglasses and cap—

And then—

In the crowd, he spotted his own students, led by Xie Anyang.

The very same students who had sworn up and down that they wouldn’t eat from the street stall were now standing under the streetlights, drenched in sweat from the spice, devouring the dumplings with fervor.

They were even making strange noises:

“So good, so good, ssshhhaa~”

“Ah! The meaning of life is in this one bite!”

Professor Murong saw his students.

His students also saw him, happily eating red oil dumplings.

Students: “…”

Professor Murong: “…”

He couldn’t take it anymore.

He wanted to move to another planet.

*

Due to some delays, Ning Sheng didn’t arrive at the South Gate until 7:30 PM.

Not long ago, Professor Wang had personally messaged him, urging him to come and try the red oil dumplings if he was free. Money wasn’t an issue—Professor Wang would cover the cost.

For years, Professor Wang had always cared about him, worried that he wasn’t eating enough or dressing warmly. Whenever there was something good, he would think of Ning Sheng.

Red oil wontons…

Unexpectedly, Ning Sheng actually felt a bit of appetite.

When he was a child, his grandmother used to make red oil dumplings all the time. Their family was skilled at making spicy dishes, and their homemade chili sauce was particularly delicious. But after his grandmother became paralyzed, she never made them again.

With a mix of emotions, Ning Sheng walked toward the South Gate.

…Unlike the quiet South Gate in his memories, it was now crowded with people. Warm golden lights illuminated the scene, and the rich, spicy aroma filled the air.

Several girls noticed Ning Sheng’s arrival and immediately nudged their friends, whispering excitedly while sneaking glances at him.

“The campus heartthrob is here for wontons too!”

“Ahhh, will he talk to the owner? Two handsome guys in one frame—I can’t even imagine!”

“Ning Sheng looks so pale… Has he not been eating properly? His wrists are red too, poor thing.”

As one of the protagonists of Paranoid Possession, Ning Sheng was the center of this world. No matter where he went, he naturally drew everyone’s attention.

But most people were still immersed in the sheer joy that good food brought them.

The spicy aroma drifting in the air felt strangely familiar.

A thought crossed Ning Sheng’s mind as he walked up to the stall. “Boss, I’d like a serving of red oil dumplings, please.”

Jian Yunlan looked at the empty countertop and said apologetically, “Sorry, classmate, we just sold out of red oil dumplings for today.”

He glanced up and suddenly recognized Ning Sheng. “You’re that… that…”

He racked his brain, trying to recall the name, but all that came to mind was the phrase “clubhouse male model,” which seemed far too disrespectful.

“…That shrimp-peeling expert!” Jian Yunlan finally found an appropriate title.

The students around them: “…” Wait, what did he just call our campus heartthrob?

Ning Sheng: “…”

Ning Sheng looked at Jian Yunlan.

Jian Yunlan was wearing a chef’s hat and a mask, fully equipped for work. He had been laboring in the steamy food stall for a long time and was drenched in sweat, yet his movements remained swift as he packed up his tricycle, ready to close shop.

Thinking about how this young master had once been so extravagant—spending lavishly at a club, hiring several male models just to peel shrimp for him—Ning Sheng found it amusing that he was now diligently pedaling a tricycle to run a food stall at night.

“Aren’t you really running a street stall?” Ning Sheng asked incredulously.

“I really am,” Jian Yunlan replied. “Running a food stall is the fire of my soul, the light of my desires. I could never give it up in this lifetime.”

Ning Sheng: “…”

This guy was so weird.

He glanced at the bowls in the hands of the people around him—the dumplings soaked in red oil, with thin wrappers and juicy fillings, sprinkled with white sesame and cilantro, each one looking irresistibly fragrant and spicy…

Ning Sheng felt hungry.

His stomach twisted in pangs of hunger.

But he refused to say anything.

He would never lower himself to beg for food.

He simply fixed his gaze on the last remnants of red oil in the pot, his eyes intensely focused, carrying a hint of quiet longing that made people feel sorry for him.

A food stall run by a rich second-generation heir probably wouldn’t taste that great anyway…

That was the only way Ning Sheng could console himself.

Jian Yunlan pedaled away on his tricycle.

But the other customers were far less reserved. Every day when the dumplings sold out, a dramatic chase scene would unfold.

Today, it was led by Li Mingxi, who had missed out because of a late class. He and his fellow algorithm students completely abandoned their usual composed, studious demeanor and chased after the tricycle, tears streaming down their faces:

“Boss! Aaaahhh, wooo wooo wooo!”

“For you, I have turned into a werewolf!!”

“For you, I have descended into madness!!!”

Ning Sheng: “…”

Silently, he turned away, refusing to acknowledge that those people were his dormmates.

However…

Ning Sheng couldn’t help but wonder.

Was it really that delicious?

*

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Viewers online: 3,000+

[Hahaha, haha, hahaha—why am I not even surprised?]

[Your “Boss Jian” probably hasn’t even read the synopsis of Paranoid Possession—he! Actually! Doesn’t! Know! Ning Sheng’s! Name!]

[How blinding! How absurd! How utterly disappointing!]

[Hahaha, the daily post-stall comedy routine just keeps getting funnier. Who knew Li Mingxi was a natural comedian?]

[Ning Baby looks like he really wants to eat the wontons, but they’re sold out. And Jian Boss actually refuses to make more for him?! What a big dumb idiot! This was such a perfect opportunity to score some favorability points!]

[Do you think he cares? (lights cigarette)]

Plot? It only slowed down his stall-running speed!