Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH112

Chapter 112

“…Qingquan, marry me. Okay?”

Ye Qingquan: “?”

Huo Ye: “???”

Jian Yunlan: “…” Who even are you people?

Just as everyone’s heads were practically sprouting question marks, a loud BANG! diverted all attention—

Black-Clad Man No. 3 and the other Mu family spies pulled out confetti cannons from their pockets and fired them without hesitation.

At the same time, No. 3 whipped out a portable Bluetooth speaker and started blasting Marry You Today.

Colorful confetti exploded in the air!

“Marry him! Marry him! Marry him!” The Mu family spies cheered, all switching to white gloves and clapping in unison.

…A professional team.

Mu Mingqiu nodded in satisfaction.

Good. They’re getting bonuses.

Then, he turned his attention back.

Mu Mingqiu held up a massive diamond ring—easily several carats, dazzling enough to blind anyone who looked at it directly.

His gaze was deep and tender as he stared at Ye Qingquan.

—Ye Qingquan, dressed in simple loungewear, slender and delicate-featured. Upon closer inspection, Ye Qingquan and Mu Mingqiu actually bore a slight resemblance, which was why Huo Ye had sought him out in the first place.

But in Mu Mingqiu’s eyes at this moment, that face was becoming more and more attractive by the second.

This wasn’t narcissism.

Anyone capable of producing a child as outstanding, adorable, and brilliant (insert ten thousand words of praise here) as Lanlan had to be an extraordinary person—worthy of Mu Mingqiu lowering his pride to pursue.

Ye Qingquan’s mouth hung open, his eyes filled with confusion and despair: “Wh-what are you doing? Wait, do we even know each other? Aren’t you Huo Ye’s fiancé?”

“The engagement is off!” Huo Ye snapped from the sidelines.

Damn you, Mu Mingqiu! Stealing his man just to get roast duck? Have you no shame?!

“That’s right, the engagement is off,” Mu Mingqiu said tenderly, gazing at Ye Qingquan. “He and I are nothing to each other now. Qingquan, from this day forward, my life will have only Lanlan… and you.”

The other black-clad men nearly threw out their backs from the sheer whiplash of this twist:

“What is happening??? This is too dramatic!”

“Mu Mingqiu and Ye Qingquan—aren’t they the white moonlight and the stand-in from that ‘secret baby’ trope?? The white moonlight is proposing to the stand-in??? What kind of ‘enemies-to-lovers’ finale is this?!”

“Damn, Huo Ye just got sidelined.”

“Eh, rich people’s business isn’t ours to question. Shut up, do our jobs, get paid. Even if Young Master Mu wanted to marry Old Madam Huo, we’d have to shut up and cheer…”

(Old Madam Huo in her helicopter: “???”)

“Marry him! Marry him! Marry him!”

The black-clad men, thoroughly enjoying the chaos, egged them on.

Mu Mingqiu remained on one knee before Ye Qingquan. His face was the kind of arrogantly handsome that made people look twice—fiery red hair, the night’s glow catching on his locks, his aura absolutely unmatched.

Ye Qingquan glanced at the insecticide-drenched cockroach Huo Ye, then back at the dashing Mu Mingqiu. The difference was night and day.

His cheeks flushed slightly.

Admittedly… Mu Mingqiu was kind of good-looking.

But…

Ye Qingquan scratched his head.

“But… I don’t even know you? How did you even fall for me?”

Mu Mingqiu’s eyes sparkled.

“Everything… started with that first roast duck—no! It all began three minutes ago.”

Ye Qingquan: “?”

“Three minutes ago, the moment you pulled out that insecticide and pressed down without hesitation,” Mu Mingqiu declared in a dramatic, romantic tone, “your decisiveness, your confidence, your bravery in the face of tyranny—it captivated me.”

“In that instant, I thought: If I, Mu Mingqiu, can have Ye Qingquan as my spouse, Lanlan as my treasured child, and roast duck by my side… my life will be complete!”

Somewhere along the way, he’d accidentally voiced his innermost thoughts.

His red hair fluttered in the breeze, his eyes brimming with tenderness, adoration… and hunger.

Holding up the diamond ring, Mu Mingqiu could already see his bright future unfolding before him.

—Ye Qingquan, dressed in a pristine white suit, holding an insecticide spray in one hand and a bouquet in the other, wearing a delicate veil, walked shyly down a long red carpet lined with floral arches toward him.

By Ye Qingquan’s side, tiny, adorable Lanlan held his hand, grinning innocently. In the little boy’s other hand, he tugged along a portable roasting oven—inside, over twenty glistening, sizzling ducks turned on spits.

Amidst the choir’s hymns and the world’s blessings, the family of three joyfully bit into their roast ducks, becoming the happiest household on earth…

As for Huo Ye, that irrelevant man? He could only sit in the audience, grinding his teeth in frustration as he watched the trio stride toward their blissful future, left to wither in the shadows!

Yes, not long ago, Mu Mingqiu had an epiphany.

He had never liked Huo Ye, but after learning that Lanlan was Huo Ye’s child, Huo Ye suddenly became slightly more tolerable. Initially, Mu Mingqiu thought: If I marry Huo Ye, and the Huo family officially recognizes Lanlan as their heir, wouldn’t I naturally become Lanlan’s stepfather? Then, I can just dump Huo Ye later—perfect!

But then, Mu Mingqiu had a sudden revelation—

Why go through all that trouble?

Even if he married Huo Ye and became Lanlan’s stepfather, Lanlan would still belong to the Huo family. If Huo Ye wanted, he could take Lanlan away at any time.

Why not cut to the chase?

He could just marry Ye Qingquan directly, adopt Lanlan as his stepson, and start their idyllic family life right away!

And thus, the current scene unfolded.

Mu Mingqiu held the diamond ring, gazing sincerely at Ye Qingquan: “Qingquan—please think it over carefully. My feelings for Lanlan—no, I mean, for you—are genuine!”

Ye Qingquan’s cheeks flushed pink. “This is so sudden… I haven’t made up my mind yet…”

“That’s fine, it’s a big decision. Take your time.” Mu Mingqiu smiled. “I’ll give you space.”

Five seconds later.

Mu Mingqiu: “Have you decided?”

Ye Qingquan: “……”

At that moment, the second batch of roast ducks in the oven reached peak perfection.

The rich, mouthwatering aroma gradually filled the air.

Nearly everyone present grew restless with anticipation—Mu Mingqiu included.

Unable to resist, Mu Mingqiu glanced at Lanlan and casually remarked:

“By the way, Qingquan, you don’t need to worry. I’ll treat Lanlan as my own.”

“To be a good father, I’ve undergone extensive professional training. I know the most important thing a dad can do is support his child’s dreams. So, I can do so much for Lanlan—I can open a roast duck restaurant just for him, fund it with the entire Mu family’s resources…”

Seeing how passionately Lanlan, a mere three-year-old, set up his stall every day—and how unbelievably delicious his roast ducks were—Mu Mingqiu had assumed that Lanlan’s dream was to master the art of roast duck.

Surely, selling roast ducks at a street stall was just a stepping stone. Lanlan’s ultimate goal must be owning a high-end roast duck restaurant, becoming a world-renowned chef, right?

…Little did he know, he had misread the situation entirely.

Ye Qingquan turned to Lanlan, seeking his opinion: “Lanlan, what do you think of Uncle Mu?”

Mu Mingqiu also looked at Jian Yunlan expectantly.

However, upon hearing the words “roast duck restaurant,” the little boy seemed distinctly unenthused. He crouched back down to tend to the oven fire: “Whatever. Up to you.”

Mu Mingqiu panicked slightly.

Oh no. Does Lanlan dislike me?

But time was tight. He could ask Lanlan properly later—after all, they had so much time ahead as father and son.

Mu Mingqiu took Ye Qingquan’s hand, ready to slip the ring onto his finger: “Qingquan, just accept my proposal for now. We can figure out the rest—”

“Qingquan, he’s lying to you!”

Huo Ye stormed over, grabbing Ye Qingquan’s other hand.

—He had just rinsed the insecticide off his face at a nearby faucet, now looking far more presentable. His forehead hair was slicked back, revealing his handsome features in full, finally resembling the elegant young master he was supposed to be.

“Qingquan, I’m your husband, your true love,” Huo Ye said urgently. “Lanlan shares our blood! Only I will wholeheartedly care for you and Lanlan. Think about it—how happy Lanlan would be growing up in a complete family…”

Black-Clad Man No. 1 chimed in: “Exactly! Blood is thicker than water! Young Master is Lanlan’s real father—he’ll definitely treat Lanlan better than a stepdad!”

Mu Mingqiu immediately retorted: “So what if he’s the biological father? If you truly loved Qingquan and Lanlan, where were you the past three years? Showing up now and spouting ‘blood is thicker than water’—how irresponsible!” He turned to Ye Qingquan. “Qingquan, I’m not like him. I will devote myself entirely to you and Lanlan.”

The Mu family spies, led by Black-Clad Man No. 3, cheered: “Marry him! Marry him! Marry him! Huo Ye is neglectful—disappearing for three years as the birth father! Only Young Master Mu truly cares for Lanlan!”

Ye Qingquan hesitated, looking left and right.

On the left—Mu Mingqiu, holding the ring with sincere eyes, handsome and earnest.

On the right—Huo Ye, domineering yet undeniably attractive now that he looked human again, gripping his hand tightly…

This… this was a tough choice.

Suddenly, Mu Mingqiu’s lips moved, whispering something only Ye Qingquan could hear:

“The roach temptation.”

Ye Qingquan shuddered imperceptibly.

Glancing back at Huo Ye—though he now looked presentable, the horrifying image of him as a giant cockroach was still fresh in his mind.

Ye Qingquan’s inner scale began to tip.

Yet, just as he was about to make his final decision—

Another voice rang out in the distance:

“WAIT!!!”

Everyone turned once more—

Elegant yet slightly disheveled, Old Madam Huo hurried over.

As a seasoned old fox, Old Madam Huo took one look at Little Boss Lan tending the fire by the roasting oven, then at Ye Qingquan surrounded by Mu Mingqiu and Huo Ye, and immediately grasped the situation.

Naturally, she also instantly figured out how to turn things around.

“Qingquan, don’t rush to accept Mu Mingqiu’s proposal,” Old Madam Huo said, pushing the gentle and considerable Huo Ran forward. “Our Huo family has more than just Huo Ye—we have other fine candidates too!”

“Between my two sons, take your pick! Whichever one you like!”

…No matter which one Ye Qingquan chose, she would still be Lanlan’s grandmother.

Hehe, perfect plan.