Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH148

Chapter 148

After the two guests left, Simple Porridge Stall returned to its peaceful state.

The lanterns still glowed, the porridge on the stove still simmered warmly, and the young stall owner remained outside, the silver dog dozing beside him while the humble waiter, Niu Tou, stood ready to serve pear tea to the next guest.

The wind chimes on the curtain tinkled softly, their clear, pleasant notes drifting through the air.

Simple Porridge Stall waited quietly for its next customer…

Not far away.

The snow had begun to fall—a sudden blizzard. Before long, the snow had piled up past an adult’s knees.

A young man shrouded in a large cloak sat motionless, his hood and lashes dusted white with frost.

His dark eyes followed Wang Rong and Wang Tao until they disappeared into the distance before refocusing on the small, warmly lit tricycle stall.

He didn’t know how long he had been sitting in the darkness.

Time might have only passed a few hours—or it might have stretched into millennia. In the icy wind and snow, the boundaries between moments blurred until he could no longer distinguish them…

The young man lowered his lashes.

With each exhale, his breath formed a wisp of white mist in the air.

As the snowstorm gradually subsided, his face became clearer.

It was… a face impossible to forget.

One half was breathtakingly beautiful, like the cold, luminous moon casting its glow—thin lips that somehow didn’t seem unkind, dark eyes that rarely showed strong emotion yet inexplicably inspired trust, the kind that made people willingly entrust their lives to him.

If Wang Rong and Wang Tao had seen this half of his face, they would have gasped in shock.

Because this was the face of Mu Dongsheng—the former S-rank mercenary of Eastern Base, its savior, long declared dead!

Alongside Mu Dongsheng’s legendary reputation and deeds was his strikingly handsome appearance.

From the moment he came of age, he had received piles of love letters every year. In this era, few people could even write, yet countless young men and women spent their rare moments of freedom painstakingly learning characters by lamplight, all for the chance to clumsily pen a confession to him.

Like every protagonist in a novel, it was once a face blessed by the heavens.

…Once.

Because now, while one half of Mu Dongsheng’s face remained as noble, beautiful, and radiant as ever—the other half had completely mutated.

That half no longer belonged to a human.

Anyone who saw it would instinctively scream, “Monster!”

It was difficult to describe in words, but anyone who laid eyes on it would be instantly engulfed by an indescribable, black-hole-like terror, trembling so violently they couldn’t speak.

Within that abyssal void, reminiscent of a cosmic black hole, was a mouth—softly murmuring indistinct whispers. Translucent tentacles sprouted from it, wrapping possessively, almost obsessively, around the slender young man.

The mouth whispered:

“Hungry… so hungry… Ah-Sheng, feed me… want… want Ah-Sheng…”

The human half of Mu Dongsheng’s face tightened, lips pressed into a thin line. He said nothing.

His face was utterly bloodless.

Grrrrrl!

A violent growl erupted from his stomach, betraying the ravenous hunger gnawing at him.

—Meanwhile, in another dimension, countless viewers in the livestream were screaming.

[AHHHHH IS THAT THE REAL MU DONGSHENG?!?! SO HANDSOME AHHHHHH!!!!]

[Baby Sheng, come here, let Mama hug you T^T]

[So this is when Mu Dongsheng got possessed by the S-class pollutant ‘Yun Wen’? I thought it happened later.]

[Damn, the vibe is so… spicy… non-human elements, love it… (drools)]

[Mu Dongsheng was here at this time?? Other streamers searched everywhere for him—how did this random stall-owner NPC run into him?]

[Random stall-owner NPC?! This is our 24k gold, causality-defying, universe’s strongest street vendor—Boss Jian!!!! Boss Jian, let me hug you!!!! And those siblings who got lost in the wilderness—what god-tier luck did they have to stumble upon him?!]

[Let’s be real, Mu Dongsheng showing up here isn’t a coincidence. Freshly fused with an S-class pollutant, both sides must be starving. And then a stall wafting the aroma of porridge appears in the wasteland… No matter how far, they’d chase it down. What’s surprising is that they didn’t immediately attack—still showing some restraint, huh… (coughs)]

[Mu Dongsheng is the epitome of ‘beautiful, strong, tragic’…]

[Just seeing him breaks my heart QAQ]

*

?Era of Anomalies?Dimension, Death Desert.

Not far away, Simple Porridge Stall was enveloped in warm light, everything serene and inviting.

But where Mu Dongsheng sat, the cold was bone-piercing.

The accumulated snow had buried him up to his waist, yet he remained motionless, eyelids lowered as if numb to the chill.

Only occasionally would he lift his gaze, casting a longing glance toward the cozy stall.

Hungry.

So hungry.

His stomach convulsed violently from emptiness. At this point, if someone handed him a bowl of hot porridge, he would—without exaggeration—give anything for it. Even his life.

This hunger had started many days ago, growing more unbearable with each passing hour.

Seven days prior, Mu Dongsheng’s memories of everything had blurred.

That day, he and Li Zhou had led a routine mission together.

It should’ve been simple—like every other day. With their abilities, they’d have finished by noon and returned to base for lunch.

Perhaps out of confidence (or arrogance), Mu Dongsheng hadn’t even brought rations.

Then, the S-class mutant appeared.

The order upholding Mu Dongsheng’s world… shattered.

Everything around him twisted—screams, the roar of the pollutant, the clash of weapons. A seasoned warrior who feared no mutant, Mu Dongsheng had been inexplicably off his game that day.

And then there was Li Zhou.

Li Zhou, his childhood friend who’d promised at eighteen to stay by his side forever. Li Zhou, who’d vowed to fight alongside him through any hardship.

Li Zhou, who had meticulously planned his betrayal for this very moment.

When the mutant attacked, Li Zhou—prepared—dug into Mu Dongsheng’s back and ripped out his S-class lightning core.

The last thing Mu Dongsheng remembered was Li Zhou, clutching the bloodied core, lips curled in a twisted mix of fear and triumph:

“Don’t blame me, Mu Dongsheng. Blame yourself for trusting too easily—for climbing too high. What makes you so special? Why do you get to command the wind and rain while I’m stuck as your shadow, your foil?”

“Face it—you’re just as worthless as I am!”

With that, Li Zhou fled, leaving Mu Dongsheng—his core torn out—behind.

Mu Dongsheng should have felt fear.

But he felt nothing—no fear, no despair, not even sorrow.

The only sensation overwhelming him was…

Hunger.

A gnawing, maggot-like hunger devouring him from within.

And then the colossal shadow lurking nearby coiled around him, greedily merging until they became inseparable…

Mu Dongsheng didn’t want to remember what came next.

He thought he had died long ago.

Or perhaps, he had died—what remained was a hollow shell, a corpse eroded by the mutant.

This shell of Mu Dongsheng lay in the snowy wasteland for seven days and nights.

In the endless blizzard, gnawed at by hunger, as if even the last shreds of his human reason were about to vanish—

A light flickered in the wilderness.

Amidst laughter and chatter, a tiny tricycle puttered into view from the distance. The stove was lit, the aroma of porridge and warmth spreading through the air. Through the sparse glow of lanterns, a sign became visible:

“Simple Porridge Stall.”

Mu Dongsheng’s vacant pupils shifted sluggishly. His chapped lips trembled slightly.

A… porridge stall?

“……”

It was so close.

Close enough that if Mu Dongsheng stood up and took just a few steps forward, that young, handsome owner might welcome him with a smile, ushering him inside with a warm “Welcome”, serving him a steaming bowl of porridge.

Just feeling the distant glow of the fire, just catching a whiff of that comforting porridge scent in the icy wind—Mu Dongsheng closed his eyes, unable to stop himself from imagining it.

The heat from the crackling charcoal stove would be so warm.

The swaying lanterns casting gentle light, the soft chime of wind bells, the dozing dog…

And that freshly scooped porridge, steaming from the clay pot—smooth and scalding, warming him from the inside out…

Everything about it was unbearably alluring.

For a few fleeting moments, Mu Dongsheng almost wanted to abandon all reason, rush forward, and say those words: “Boss, I’d like a bowl of porridge.”

But… he couldn’t.

Mu Dongsheng lowered his head, smiling bitterly.

The whispers of the pollutant entwined around him grew louder, tinged with impatience and a veiled threat:

“Ah-Sheng… hungry… destroy… destroy…”

It needed to eat too.

If Mu Dongsheng stubbornly refused to consume anything, the entity sharing his body wouldn’t die—but it would suffer the same hunger and despair.

Mu Dongsheng could feel it—the scent of porridge drifting from the stall was agitating it further.

The stall owner probably wouldn’t welcome an uninvited guest like him.

He had no doubt that the moment he stepped inside, the monster inhabiting his body would burst forth and devour everything.

That tiny light in the snowy wasteland, that blessing and refuge for travelers—it would be extinguished because of him.

He had thought he’d long lost all human reason, emotion, empathy. Yet here he was, cursed with this damnable instinct to protect.

But the gnawing hunger only grew worse…