Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH12

Chapter 12

Across the vast multiverse, an eerie silence blanketed Jian Yunlan’s livestream chat.

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[…]
[Can someone please explain what just happened?!]
[Boss Jian gave Ning Sheng a bowl of wontons.]
[And then?]
[And then… that’s it. ]
[I’m starting to suspect that Boss Jian isn’t even playing the same game as the other challengers.] [Why?! Why is everything he does so… simple?!]

At that moment, Jian Yunlan’s livestream had surged to 5,000 viewers—and the number was still climbing.

—The reason was obvious.

Just ten minutes ago, his stream had skyrocketed like a dark horse, jumping over fifty ranks in the Story Progression Leaderboard, going from dead last to mid-tier.

Half an hour ago, his progress was stuck at 5%. But now, it had exploded to 30%.

The top-ranked streamer? Only at 35%.

And that 35% had been achieved through grueling effort—sleepless nights, relentless plotting, meticulously seizing every narrative-changing opportunity.

Jian Yunlan, on the other hand?
His ranking was climbing so fast that the system had triggered rare lightning and thunder special effects.

Many new viewers had clicked in, drawn by the spectacle, utterly bewildered.

Mashu, a signed author for StarDream Webnovel’s pure romance channel, was on break and had no current projects. She only watched livestreams casually in her free time. Five days ago, she had stumbled into Jian Yunlan’s stream by accident. Since then, she had been checking in every day.

At first, like everyone else, she thought…

This stream was so weird.

The streamer didn’t follow the plot at all. Instead, he just… set up a food stall.

Day after day, all he did was buy ingredients, cook food, and run his stall.

Admittedly, the food did look mouthwatering. Somehow, in a book transmigration challenge, he had managed to turn his stream into a full-blown cooking show. But if he refused to progress the story, wasn’t he bound to get eliminated soon?

Yet time and time again, he shattered expectations.

And today, his progress had skyrocketed out of nowhere. Many people were confused—some even suspected he was cheating. But Mashu knew exactly what had happened.

In the original novel Paranoid Possession, this arc played out very differently.

Here’s how it was supposed to go—

Gu Xingshou, infuriated by Ning Sheng’s repeated defiance, had him kidnapped and imprisoned in his secluded villa. Furious, he chained Ning Sheng to the balcony, tormented him, and refused to let him leave.

Eventually, Ning Sheng did escape—he made it as far as the school gates.

But the south gate was remote and deserted. He was captured by Gu Xingshou’s bodyguards before he could reunite with his mother. In the end, he was dragged back and locked up, missing his mother’s final moments.

But Jian Yunlan? He had completely rewritten the entire arc.

His seemingly random actions—his food stall, his casual demeanor—were all carefully planned.

Jian Yunlan was a mastermind.

Mashu’s eyes gleamed with an eerie light, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

She understood everything now.

Yes. It had to be this.

No one could be that obsessed with running a food stall. No one would voluntarily spend so much time selling food at the school gate for no reason.

And no one would go this far just because they were “worried about chili sauce” or “helping Ning Menglian move houses” unless—

Jian Yunlan had been orchestrating everything from the start!

The so-called food stall was just an excuse. Jian Yunlan’s real goal was to subtly get close to Ning Sheng without making it obvious. Ning Sheng was so cold and aloof that approaching him directly would only lead to failure—countless unsuccessful streamers had already proven that.

But by starting with the food stall, he could gradually get closer to the people around Ning Sheng—first Li Yun, then Li Mingxi, Ning Menglian, and even Professor Wang, Ning Sheng’s mentor—all of whom eventually bowed down to Jian Yunlan’s wontons. This way, when he finally approached Ning Sheng, it felt completely natural.

Moreover, the previously quiet South Gate of the school had become lively because of the food stall. Now, if Ning Sheng tried to hide there, he would immediately be noticed, and Gu Xingzhou’s bodyguards would be powerless to do anything.

And that whole shrimp-peeling incident? It was far too obvious—Jian Yunlan had long known that Ning Sheng was working at the club and had simply used peeling shrimp as an excuse to give him money!

As for “protecting chili sauce,” that was just another pretext—Jian Yunlan’s real goal was to rescue Ning Menglian! The only way he could have known about her selling chili sauce at the market was if he was a dedicated reader of Paranoid Possession. He must have pieced together Ning Menglian’s whereabouts from various subtle clues in the novel.

Under the guise of grocery shopping, he was actually approaching Ning Menglian to save her from the shadow of death!

And tonight, all of his careful preparations had reached their climax.

Excited, Mashu pulled out her keyboard and reconstructed the scene:

After finally escaping from the villa, Ning Sheng had been caught in the rain, his whole body battered and bruised. Blood trickled from his forehead, and his lips were split from Gu Xingzhou’s slap. There wasn’t a single unscathed spot on him. Starving, he wandered through the bustling city, but its bright lights had nothing to do with him. He could only hide in damp, dark corners like a sewer rat, evading the bodyguards chasing him as he made his way home.

Seeing news reports about illegal buildings being demolished near his home—debris falling, potentially causing casualties—he hurriedly called his mother to make sure she was safe.

Beep, beep, beep…

The call wouldn’t go through.

Was he about to lose his mother?

He had done nothing wrong. He had been trying his best to live. But everything he had was taken away, crushed, trampled beneath someone else’s feet, ridiculed.

And all of it, just because he had caught Gu Xingzhou’s attention.

To a man like Gu Xingzhou, everyone else was just an ant, a plaything. And among those playthings, Ning Sheng was the most stubborn. He refused to submit, standing tall no matter how much he was tormented.

The more he resisted, the more Gu Xingzhou wanted to break him—to see when he would finally bow.

Wearing a custom-made suit, the pampered devil looked down at him, amused, casually locking him in a gilded cage, taking what he wanted, deciding his fate at a whim.

But Ning Sheng struggled. With all his might, he escaped from hell. He ran, ran as fast as he could, fleeing the darkness, shaking off the mud that clung to him—until, at the edge of the light, he saw…

A food stall.

Mashu paused.

The shift in tone felt… off.

She had deliberately used an angst-filled, tragic style, yet the moment she introduced Jian Yunlan’s food stall, the entire scene suddenly became absurd.

Whatever. She kept writing:

In the middle of this bustling food stall, someone handed him a bowl of wontons.

Just an ordinary bowl of wontons. But Ning Sheng had been starving for so long, had walked so far. The steaming tomato broth, scalding hot yet fragrant and delicious, warmed him as he took one bite after another…

He was still alive.

He had escaped hell. He could start over.

The warmth of the street market wrapped around him, pulling him out of the freezing abyss. The lively chatter and laughter of the crowd surrounded the food stall, and the owner, offering him that bowl of wontons, ushered him back into the world of ordinary people, into the glow of a thousand homes. He was no longer alone.

Seeing so many people around, Gu Xingzhou’s bodyguards had no choice but to retreat.

Just then, he received a message from his mother: “I’m fine, sweetheart. Just moving houses with your grandma today, didn’t see my phone. What’s wrong?”

He hadn’t lost his mother.

He still had a home. He still had a place to return to.

The hot soup burned as it slid down his throat—so hot that tears welled up in his eyes.

…Wontons were really delicious.

Mashu set down her keyboard, moved by her own writing.

This had to be the truth!

Jian Yunlan’s true identity wasn’t some street-food enthusiast—he was a Paranoid Possession superfan. He had endured humiliation, strategized meticulously, and finally, like water wearing down stone, rewritten the entire storyline overnight, increasing his plot-clearance rate by 30%.

A true hero!

Mashu had watched other streamers try the same scenario. For example, a lucky streamer in another room had also helped Ning Sheng escape, but in that version, Ning Sheng remained cold and guarded, his whole body bristling with thorns.

When that streamer tried to offer him a bowl of porridge, Ning Sheng only frowned, lowered his eyes indifferently, and refused.

He wouldn’t eat food from a stranger. That was a lesson he had learned from Gu Xingzhou.

But in Jian Yunlan’s stream…

Ning Sheng devoured the food. He ate so fast he even hiccupped, his aloof, untouchable persona wobbling on the brink of collapse.

This only confirmed Mashu’s theory.

Their streaming platform didn’t have a taste simulation function, so she had never actually tasted the wontons. But logically speaking, food was food—Jian Yunlan’s wontons shouldn’t be that much better than another streamer’s porridge.

The reason Ning Sheng’s reaction had been so different… was because Jian Yunlan had spent days subtly paving the way!

Meanwhile, the chat was still buzzing:

[This was a total coincidence! He just so happened to make Ning’s mom move out, just so happened to give Ning a bowl of wontons at his lowest moment…]

[How is this streamer so lucky?]

[If I were Ning Sheng, starving and desperate, and someone suddenly handed me a bowl of delicious wontons, I’d be confused too.]

[Food is life! Food changes destinies! Everyone, join the Cult of Jian Yunlan’s Food Stall! (light sticks) (light sticks) (hearts)]

Mashu smiled.

Naïve.

Everyone still thought everything was just a coincidence, but only Mashu knew that all these seemingly accidental events were merely illusions.

Everything had been secretly planned by Jian Yunlan.

Suddenly, a dazzling rocket effect appeared in the livestream!

[User “Mashu Loves Meat” has gifted Rocket x1 to streamer “Jian Yunlan”]

Mashu became the top supporter in Jian Yunlan’s livestream. The rocket came with a banner, and Mashu’s message floated across the screen:

[“Mashu Loves Meat”: You guys don’t understand. This was all prearranged by God Jian.]

The chat paused for a moment.

Then, an explosion of even more heated discussion:

[Whoa! A rich lady!]
[Rich lady, send me 50 bucks, please! (cry)(cry)(cry)]
[Rich lady, what do you mean by ‘God Jian prearranged everything’? Please explain! (teary)(teary)]

Mashu proudly laid out her theory.

After reading it, the other viewers: …

They felt like the rich lady might be a little crazy.

It seemed that a mentally unstable streamer would naturally attract mentally unstable viewers.

*

After Ning Sheng was taken away in an ambulance, the food stall continued operating.

Professor Wang had originally been in line, but upon seeing Ning Sheng, he followed the ambulance to accompany him.

Professor Wang truly cared for Ning Sheng. In the past, Ning Sheng’s mother worked as a housekeeper for Professor Wang’s family. Since she was a single mother, Ning Menglian would sometimes bring young Ning Sheng along.

Back then, Ning Sheng was just a quiet five- or six-year-old child. He would sit down and read as soon as he arrived. Even the complex computer science books in Professor Wang’s study could keep him occupied for an entire afternoon.

At the time, Professor Wang thought: If this child ever gets into Beijing University, I will do everything in my power to help him.

Later, Ning Sheng really did get into Beijing University, but he became more and more unhappy, and his smiles grew fewer.

Professor Wang worried for him, yet there was nothing he could do.

But today, for the first time in a long while, he saw a smile on that child’s face again.

Professor Wang felt deeply gratified.

That sense of relief lasted until he returned to the food stall… and saw the overwhelming crowd.

Professor Wang’s legs almost gave out.

“My wontons!!!”

Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared blankly at the people happily holding bowls of wontons.

The ones under his gaze got a little nervous, quickly turned away, and walked to the corner before cautiously continuing to eat.

To be honest, they were genuinely afraid that Professor Wang might lunge at them and snatch their food.

And just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, he spotted someone he absolutely loathed.

Professor Murong walked by with a bowl of tomato wontons, looking immensely pleased with himself.

Smiling, he said, “Oh dear, Old Wang, where’s your wonton? Already finished?”

Professor Wang clenched his teeth.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, so delicious,” Professor Murong slurped exaggeratedly and continued, “No way someone didn’t manage to buy a bowl, right? No way, no way!”

Professor Wang: “…”

Murong, you damn old fox—I swear I will never forgive you!

Meanwhile, Jian Yunlan’s food stall had completely sold out, and cries of despair filled the air.

Because today’s customers far exceeded usual numbers, many people had waited in line for ages only to leave empty-handed. Some were practically in tears, clutching onto Jian Yunlan’s cart in despair.

But then, Jian Yunlan walked up to Professor Wang.

“Professor Wang, I saw you went with the ambulance earlier, so I figured you might not have had dinner yet.” Jian Yunlan smiled and handed him a bowl. “The tomato-flavored ones sold out, but I made this special garlic-flavored batch for you. Hope you don’t mind.”

Professor Wang had given him some garlic earlier, and it was incredibly fragrant. Jian Yunlan was someone who always repaid kindness—he had planned from the beginning to make an extra portion just for Professor Wang.

Professor Wang: “!!!”

What a good kid!

Professor Wang was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.

Once he got his bowl of wontons, the smug look shifted to his face instead.

“Oh, let me see who still hasn’t had a taste of Xiao Jian’s exclusive, specially-made garlic wontons?”

He deliberately emphasized the words “exclusive” and “specially-made.”

Picking up a wonton, he admired its delicate wobble. The golden sesame oil glistened on its surface, crispy fried garlic bits sprinkled on top, along with fresh green onions—the aroma of garlic was absolutely mouthwatering.

Taking a bite, the rich garlicky flavor, tinged with a mild spiciness, was perfectly complemented by the sesame oil. Unlike the tomato broth wontons, the shrimp in the garlic wontons was even more pronounced in its freshness. The crispness of the fried garlic, the smooth richness of the oil—it was an irresistibly delicious combination.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, so delicious,” Professor Wang smacked his lips exaggeratedly, deliberately adding, “No way someone didn’t get to try the garlic wontons, right? No way, no way!”

Professor Murong: “…”