Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH14

Chapter 14

The competition for wontons was fierce.

Anyone in sight could be a potential rival.

In this dark forest where wontons were scarce, everything had to be fought for with one’s own hands and feet!

—Many students initially tried to disguise themselves as if they were going to the library, not wanting to alert their competitors.

But someone as sharp as Ning Sheng saw through them instantly.

They appeared to be carrying laptop bags for the library, but the shape of a small stool was visible inside! Not only that, a mini fan handle was sticking out of their pockets, along with a triangular bulge—mosquito repellent.

Who would need a fan and mosquito repellent in an air-conditioned library?!

Ning Sheng’s brain had never worked this fast—not even during the college entrance exam.

And right now, there were already more than a dozen male students from the computer science department running toward the wonton stall. If they added students from other dorms, other departments, even teachers—there were easily over a hundred people.

Yet, there were only a hundred servings of wontons…

Ning Sheng didn’t even want to think about how many people were already in line.

If they were even a little late, they wouldn’t get any!

Led by Ning Sheng, over a dozen computer science students dashed out of the dormitory.

They were used to sitting in front of computers for long hours, struggling to even finish a 1,000-meter run during fitness tests. Now, they were already panting heavily, but no one dared to fall behind.

This was the iron jungle of survival of the fittest—falling behind had dire consequences.

…By dire, they meant missing out on wontons.

“What are they running for? A marathon?”

“Wait, Ning Shen is leading the pack?! I’m joining in too!!!”

“Running into the sunset—this is what youth looks like!”

Onlookers watched this unusual stampede with curiosity.

Meanwhile, potential competitors saw the students’ attire and panicked.

“They’re running for the wontons!”

“We need to hurry too!”

Li Yun and Tan Tingting had been casually eating ice cream, thinking they had plenty of time to get to the South Gate. But when they saw Ning Sheng and Li Mingxi running, they realized the urgency, tossed their ice cream aside, and joined the race.

Among them were also members of the “Wonton Boss Fan Club,” including Xie Anyang and his girlfriend, Ye Ming. They had even made adorable wonton-themed fans to give out for free.

As she ran, Tan Tingting panted, “The fake college girl fitness test: 800 meters…”

“The real college girl fitness test: running for wontons today,” Li Yun laughed, tears in her eyes.

Luckily, Ning Sheng was running with them.

Totally worth it!

A security guard was training a Doberman for patrol duty when he saw the massive crowd and immediately understood the situation. Without hesitation, he grabbed the leash and sprinted to join the group. The dog happily panted, clueless but excited, running alongside the humans.

Professor Wang and Professor Murong had just finished a faculty meeting and were stepping out of the teaching building when they saw a surge of people rushing past.

“Young people these days are so full of energy,” Professor Wang sighed. “I used to be able to run like that too… but alas, age has caught up with me.”

Professor Murong shot him a side glance and said lazily, “Who was it that threw up after running the 800-meter relay back in the PhD student sports meet? I won’t name names.”

Professor Wang exploded, “Don’t slander me—”

Suddenly, he spotted Ning Sheng at the very front of the crowd.

Professor Wang felt something was off.

A little further back, he caught sight of his prized student, Han Lin.

Han Lin was wearing slippers, clearly having just rushed out of the dorm. She was running so hard that one of her slippers was half-off. She gestured toward him through the crowd.

“Won…ton… no… rush…” Professor Wang read her gestures and felt his heart sink.

A grave miscalculation!

This crowd was lining up for wontons!

Just from a rough glance, there were at least seventy or eighty people. If each bought one or two servings, the wontons would be gone in no time!

Forgetting his argument with Professor Murong, Professor Wang took off running, shakily but determinedly joining the group.

Professor Murong quickly grasped the situation. Refusing to be left behind, he naturally followed.

More and more people joined the crowd—students, faculty, young and old, from all departments.

With Ning Sheng leading the charge, a grand procession of over a hundred people sprinted down the tree-lined avenue, past the sports field, and toward the South Gate!

Unlike the others, Ning Sheng exercised regularly, so he wasn’t out of breath right away.

Still, sweat soon started dripping down his face, dampening his bangs. His heart rate sped up, and his breathing grew uneven.

It was just another ordinary early autumn evening—clouds dyed in shades of pink and orange, the golden-red sunset stretching across the sky. Ning Sheng found himself surrounded by a crowd of people, running and laughing together.

Ten minutes later, the group reached the South Gate.

It wasn’t even 6 PM yet, and the wonton stall owner, who always set up at exactly 7 PM, was nowhere in sight.

Everyone was gasping for air, leaning on their knees, wiping sweat from their faces.

They looked at each other, seeing their own disheveled reflections, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

They were all grown adults, yet here they were, running full speed just to line up for a bowl of wontons—more than an hour early!

It felt like being a kid again, chasing after the candied hawthorn vendor for blocks.

But it was worth it.

“I can’t believe myself right now.”

“After all this, we better get some wontons tonight!”

“Wait, who was the first one to start running?”

All eyes turned to the front of the line—to the person who had led the charge from start to finish.

A tall, slender young man stood there, his bangs damp with sweat. His usually pale, cool face was flushed from the run. Leaning forward with his hands on his knees, he was still catching his breath. Then, he raised one fist high in the air.

A victory pose!

Ning Sheng had successfully secured the first spot in line for wontons!

Everyone stared at him with admiration, jealousy, and resentment.

At this moment, Ning Sheng didn’t seem like the distant, enigmatic figure that only existed in confession walls and campus legends.

He was real—standing right in front of them, looking genuinely happy and proud just because he had managed to be first in line for street food.

Li Mingxi handed him a water bottle. Ning Sheng tilted his head back and took a deep gulp, drinking so fast it almost choked him.

The guys who had started running with them at the dorm burst into laughter.

“Ning Sheng, I never expected your instincts to be this sharp!”

Their disguises had been seen through in an instant.

Another guy came up and gave Ning Sheng a friendly punch. “Damn, you can really run! We had so many people, and none of us could catch up to you!”

“You guys are too weak. Train more,” Ning Sheng replied.

“You little—”

The group of guys surrounded Ning Sheng, gritting their teeth in mock frustration.

“You’d better meet us in Summoner’s Rift tonight! Let’s see if you can still call yourself strong!”

Ning Sheng: “Sure, but don’t tell me you guys are just Bronze-ranked gatekeepers.”

The guys: “…”

They had never realized before—was Ning Shen always this sassy?!

Laughing and teasing, they playfully wrestled with each other.

Ning Sheng was surrounded in the middle of the crowd. Someone started tickling him, and he laughed so hard he could barely breathe, tears forming in his eyes.

He was so happy.

So this was what college life could feel like.

Seeing Ning Sheng so cheerful, Li Mingxi also smiled, feeling a motherly sense of satisfaction.

Before, most people in the dorm avoided Ning Sheng, thinking he was too aloof and pretentious. But now, everyone finally realized—Ning Shen was actually a really great guy!

And he was truly happy.

Meanwhile, Professor Wang and Professor Murong were still bickering.

“I ran faster.”

“Yeah, right. With those old arms and legs? I’m obviously faster—”

As people chatted and joked around, the sun gradually set, and no one even noticed how much time had passed.

7 PM arrived quietly.

Then, under the expectant gazes of the crowd, a tricycle slowly approached, bathed in the golden afterglow of the sunset. Like a savior descending—

“The boss is here!!!”

“Ahhh, wontons, my wontons!”

“Boss, what’s the flavor today? My wallet is ready!”

“What a lively crowd.” Jian Yunlan, looking at everyone’s flushed, excited faces, couldn’t help but feel happy himself.

He stopped his tricycle, began arranging his ingredients and packaging, and announced, “Today’s special is Cantonese-style fried wontons, freshly fried on the spot. As always, it’s 30 yuan per serving, and each order comes with a free cup of lime soda.”

Wow, a free drink today!

Fried wontons? Many students from the north had never tried them before and curiously leaned forward to take a look.

But it didn’t matter what the flavor was—if the boss made it, it had to be delicious!

Jian Yunlan lifted the lid off the fryer, and a wave of fragrant, hot oil instantly filled the air—

Inside the large pot was a pool of shimmering golden oil!

On the cutting board, neatly arranged in rows, were delicate, white wontons shaped like little goldfish, their tails curled adorably.

“Today, there’s a one-serving limit per person,” Jian Yunlan declared, ensuring more people could get a taste.

“I’ll take one.” Ning Sheng, at the front of the line, immediately paid. He looked at Jian Yunlan, his gaze soft, his long lashes lowered as he asked in a gentle voice, “Boss… could you sell me one more?”

There was no trace of the so-called “untouchable campus legend” demeanor now.

If a fangirl had been here, getting stared at with that look, she’d probably have melted on the spot, unable to refuse him anything.

But Jian Yunlan was different.

His only priority was running his food stall.

“Thanks for liking my food,” Jian Yunlan smiled, “but one per person.”

Ning Sheng lowered his gaze, looking a little disappointed.

“Ning Shen, don’t try to cheat the system!” Li Mingxi reported with a grin.

Ning Sheng turned around and punched Li Mingxi on the shoulder, his face expressionless. “Li Mingxi, mind your own business.”

Li Mingxi clutched his shoulder in pain: “…” This guy just did a full-on face change!

Wait, you actually hit me?! That hurt!

After Ning Sheng, the other students lined up, eagerly placing their orders:

“Boss, I’ll take one too!”

“One order, no scallions, please.”

“Two orders—extra spicy!”

Jian Yunlan smoothly scooped up ten wontons with a large strainer and lowered them into the hot oil.

The moment they hit the pot, the oil sizzled and bubbled, waves of heat rising as the delicate white wontons slowly turned golden and floated to the surface. At the same time, the rich aroma of the meat filling spread through the air.

Unlike the usual wonton soup, fried wontons were an outright cheat code for deliciousness.

The sight of the golden, glistening wontons, the sound of the sizzling oil, and the intoxicating scent of fried goodness—everyone’s stomachs immediately started growling.

How could anyone resist this?!

In the blink of an eye, the first batch of fried wontons was ready.

“We have sweet chili sauce, vinegar, and mayo. Which flavor do you want?”

Ning Sheng swallowed and said, “Sweet chili sauce.”

“Got it.”

Jian Yunlan scooped the crispy, golden wontons into a bowl, arranging them in a neat circle, with a small dish of sweet chili sauce in the center. Each wonton was perfectly fried—golden and crisp, glistening with oil, the juicy meat filling barely visible beneath the delicate, crunchy skin. A light sprinkle of white sesame seeds completed the dish, with the vibrant orange-red chili sauce in the middle…

Gulp. Gulp.

Everyone was practically drooling at the sight.

Jian Yunlan scooped a cup of fizzy lime soda from a transparent beverage dispenser nearby. The cup was filled with ice, with fresh lime slices floating inside. He handed the drink along with the wonton bowl to Ning Sheng.

Under the envious and longing gazes of everyone around, Ning Sheng straightened his posture proudly and accepted the takeout box.

Impatiently, he picked up a wonton and popped it into his mouth…