Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH28

Chapter 28

“Mom, I’m in love~”

Staring at the livestream featuring Jian Yunlan, Wen Moli cupped her face, a dreamy smile spreading across her lips.

So handsome, too handsome! With looks like that, why wasn’t he in the entertainment industry making money? Why was he just standing there running a fried rice stall?

And what about the people around him? A stunningly good-looking guy was right in front of them, yet they weren’t thinking about taking pictures, asking for his WeChat, or even livestreaming him to make money? They just… wanted to buy fried rice?!

Were their brains missing a few screws?!

Wen Moli had clicked into the livestream because she was a fan of Ming Ruogui and was curious about the headline posted by paparazzo Hou Mianbao. Of course, she didn’t believe there was anything going on between Ming Ruogui and Gu Xingzhou. She had just been subjected to too many unattractive male leads in historical dramas lately and wanted to refresh her eyes with some of Ming Ruogui’s beauty.

Ming Ruogui was already at the top tier of aesthetics in the industry. The actors she worked with were always incredibly good-looking as well, so her fans had developed high standards. They were immune to exaggerated claims like “godly visuals” or “peerless beauty.”

But the man in front of the camera… was truly breathtaking.

The phrase “a feast for the eyes” had never been more fitting. Did people not realize that top-tier beauty itself was a resource? A face like that—wasn’t it worth way more than fried rice?

Speaking of fried rice, Wen Moli suddenly recalled the bowl of lemon ham egg fried rice she had last night.

That fried rice was divine—so good it could turn the world upside down. One bite, and it became unforgettable…

And now, what a coincidence. She had eaten fried rice last night, and this morning, both Ming Ruogui and President Gu were also lining up for fried rice.

Had some kind of fried rice virus taken over recently?

“I wonder if that fried rice stall will be at the night market again tonight,” Wen Moli murmured, smacking her lips as she pulled out her phone to scroll through last night’s photos.

She had a habit of taking pictures of her food before eating, but yesterday, the aroma of that lemon fried rice had been too overwhelming. She had barely managed to get the lid off the takeout box before devouring it. It wasn’t until she was almost finished that she remembered to snap a picture.

As a result, her photos only captured a half-empty takeout box, a crowd swarming the fried rice stall, and… a handsome guy working behind a tricycle.

Wait… handsome guy?

“…”

Wen Moli glanced at her phone, then at the livestream on her computer screen.

Floral apron. Chef’s hat. Top-tier beauty. Long, dark lashes. Eyes filled with warmth and amusement.

Holy crap. It’s the same person.

—Turns out I’m the one missing a few screws.

Wen Moli clutched her forehead, letting out a dazed chuckle. “Wow. I’m such a genius. Ha… ha… ha.”

Last night, all of her attention had been consumed by that one bowl of fried rice. That steaming, unforgettable fried rice!

As for the owner of the stall? In her memory, he was nothing more than a shining golden silhouette, a divine presence akin to the God of Fried Rice.

His actual face? A blur.

Because that fried rice had been right in front of her! At that moment, even if a ridiculously handsome guy had been standing there—or even if someone had been offering her a billion-dollar fortune—she wouldn’t have noticed.

But… the fried rice had been worth it.

Meanwhile, the livestream chat was filled with similar reactions:

[Damn, if I saw a fried rice seller this good-looking, I’d be recording at least ten videos for TikTok.]
[HAHAHA is this some new marketing gimmick from an entertainment company? Are they debuting him by making him fry rice first?!]
[That’s a pretty wild strategy.]
[Who would’ve thought a paparazzo’s ‘explosive celebrity scandal’ would end up making a fried rice vendor famous instead?]

As the number of viewers skyrocketed, some users even edited clips from the livestream, adding dramatic background music and posting them on video platforms. And shockingly… it really did look like a legit idol debut. More and more people clicked in, flocking to witness the handsome fried rice vendor in action.

Paparazzo Hou, however, was on the verge of a breakdown.

He was a paparazzo. His job was to expose scandals and deliver hard-hitting exclusives, not to promote some random street vendor! It didn’t matter how many people in the chat were raving about the fried rice guy’s looks—this was a complete failure of his career.

His expression filled with despair as he gripped his camera, barely resisting the urge to storm over and shake Jian Yunlan by the shoulders.

What the hell did you put in that fried rice?!

His scoop—his big, explosive scandal about a top actress and a powerful CEO—had been completely overshadowed by fried rice.

“Fried rice vendor, I’m taking you down!!!”

Determined, Hou hoisted his camera and charged forward. Today, he was going to use this camera to obliterate him!

But before he could take five steps toward the tricycle—

A suffocating sense of pressure suddenly filled the air.

It felt like an invisible pair of eyes had opened in the void—dark gold patterns swirling within them, something inhuman lurking beneath.

The eyes of a supreme predator, gazing lazily—locking onto him.

Even though it was broad daylight in the heart of the city, with crowds chatting and laughing nearby, Xiao Hou felt as if the air around him had completely frozen. Even the dust swirling in the breeze and the plastic bags lifted by the wind seemed to have stopped mid-air. The colors around him drained away, leaving only a cold, pale blue-white world.

A massive, terrifying, and grotesque beast appeared before him. It had a pair of long, crimson horns atop its head, and its face combined the features of a dragon, a tiger, and a bull. Its blood-red maw gaped open like a bottomless abyss, and a thick, overwhelming stench of blood surged toward him—

“…M-Monster!”

Xiao Hou’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. The camera he had been carrying slipped from his grasp, crashing onto the pavement.

The screen went black, then cut out completely.

The viewers in the livestream immediately erupted in dissatisfaction:

[Where’s the handsome guy? I want to see the handsome guy!]
[Ugh, you useless paparazzo! You didn’t even deliver any gossip, and now, just when things were getting interesting, you blacked out the feed?!]
[Bring the stream back! (angry glare)]

But Xiao Hou was beyond caring about the livestream. He was utterly terrified, his lips trembling as he scrambled backward, his voice cracking with panic:

“D-Did you guys see that? There was a monster! Waaaah, it’s so scary, it wants to eat people!”

In his frantic retreat, he spotted a muscular man in the crowd and bolted behind him, seeking refuge.

Muscular men had strong yang energy—sticking close to one should make him safer, right? Xiao Hou clung to this thought as he tried to steady his nerves. But the cold, creeping dread in his bones refused to fade.

“Monster? What monster?” The muscular man, Wang Xiaoshuang, scratched his head and glanced toward the food stall.

On the tricycle, there was only the large dog that belonged to Boss Jian.

That dog was truly majestic. Its silver fur gleamed under the sunlight, and it stood tall with its head held high, exuding an air of grace and nobility.

Looking closer, its eyes even carried a hint of smugness and pride, as if it possessed extraordinary intelligence.

But the most eye-catching detail was the collar around its neck—pure gold, engraved with two bold, flamboyant characters:

Mao Mao.

“You’re saying the ‘monster’ was Mao Mao?” Wang Xiaoshuang burst into laughter.

Hearing this, the surrounding people also chuckled, and the tense atmosphere instantly lightened.

Xiao Hou: “…”

Xiao Hou: “No, no! Not the dog, a real monster… I-I don’t know how to describe it, but it was terrifying!”

What he had seen just now was definitely not a dog—it was… it was—

Wait, what had he seen?

A creature like a dragon, like a tiger, like a blend of countless beasts. The most horrifying part was its gaping maw, filled with jagged, blood-red fangs.

Xiao Hou clenched his fists in frustration. If only he were more educated, he might have been able to properly describe the beast he had just witnessed.

“Aww, Mao Mao is the guardian of this food stall! It keeps everything in order~ How could you call it a monster? So mean~”

Wang Xiaoshuang’s older brother, Wang Dashuang—another muscular man—playfully pushed Xiao Hou’s shoulder.

It looked like a light shove, but the force sent Xiao Hou stumbling back two steps, nearly knocking him off his feet.

Xiao Hou: “…”

What kind of freakish strength was that?!

“Yeah, yeah! Thanks to Mao Mao, no one dares to cut in line at the fried rice stall,” Wang Xiaoshuang laughed. “Its presence alone is enough to keep order. It doesn’t really feel like an ordinary dog, does it? It’s got an aura.”

The crowd joined in with teasing remarks:

“Bro, are you just mad you didn’t get any fried rice?”
“I mean, I get it, but did you really have to rush over and grab Boss Jian’s tricycle? Getting warned off by Mao Mao was totally deserved~”
“Mao Mao is adorable and badass. Boss Jian doesn’t just make great fried rice—he even raises his dog well. Tsk tsk tsk.”

Xiao Hou had no words.

Looking carefully, he could see that there was indeed only a dog standing there. There was no monstrous beast, no blood-drenched maw.

Had he… imagined it all?

Xiao Hou rubbed his eyes blankly.

He had been tailing Ming Ruogui nonstop lately, barely getting any sleep. Maybe he was just too exhausted—was he hallucinating?

Off to the side, Wang Xiaoshuang looked at Xiao Hou’s devastated expression. After some hesitation, he sighed and said warmly, “Ah, young man, you look so pitiful. Here, I’ll let you have a bite of my fried rice.”

The fried rice Wang Xiaoshuang had bought was so precious to him that he had only eaten half, planning to save the rest for lunch.

But Wang Xiaoshuang was a kind-hearted person. He couldn’t bear to see someone looking so miserable just because they couldn’t get fried rice.

The crowd looked at Wang Xiaoshuang in awe. If it had been them, they would never have agreed to give up even a single bite. But Wang Xiaoshuang… why was he willing to share his fried rice?

Because he was kind!

“Fried rice?” Xiao Hou waved his hands quickly. “No need, I wasn’t upset because of the fried rice—”

“Just eat it~” Wang Dashuang said playfully as he scooped up a spoonful and stuffed it into Xiao Hou’s mouth.

Caught off guard, Xiao Hou found himself forced to take a bite.

His first instinct was to spit it out—he wasn’t about to eat something with an unknown origin. But…

The texture of the rice was incredible, almost unbelievable—fluffy yet slightly sticky, each golden grain coated in savory sauce. Juicy, tender mushrooms added a rich, umami depth. With just one bite, the delicious, salty aroma exploded in his mouth! The crispy, charred Chinese sausage released its fatty juices as he chewed, filling his taste buds with an intoxicating mix of smokiness and richness.

“So… so good!”

Xiao Hou’s eyes lit up. Even the fear that had paralyzed him earlier was pushed aside. Warmth spread through his body, and his previously silent stomach suddenly came alive, growling in demand for more of this heavenly food.

He grabbed the spoon, eager for another bite.

But Wang Xiaoshuang’s expression immediately changed. “One bite was my limit. If you want more, come back tomorrow and line up like everyone else.”

Wang Dashuang nodded. “Mom always said, ‘A kind person is easy to take advantage of.’ We’re nice, but we have our boundaries~”

Xiao Hou: “…”

So your kindness is only worth one bite of fried rice?!

But after tasting it, Xiao Hou finally understood.

No wonder even Ming Ruogui and Gu Xingzhou couldn’t resist lining up early in the morning for this fried rice…

*

On the tricycle, Jian Yunlan finished cleaning up and got ready to head home.

Meanwhile, Taotie stood beside him with an arrogant expression, his face practically screaming: Praise me! Worship me with food!

Jian Yunlan: “?”

Taotie: “Human, hurry up and thank me.”

After all, he had just helped Jian Yunlan scare off a sneaky villain.

He had even revealed his true form and used a tiny bit of his divine power from the Shan Hai realm.

With such dedication, shouldn’t this human be kneeling at his feet, chanting ‘All hail Lord Taotie!’ by now?

Jian Yunlan: “Oh. Thanks.”

Taotie: “???”

That’s it? That’s it?!

Just a casual ‘thanks’ and he thought he could brush off the great Lord Taotie?!

Flustered, Taotie placed his fluffy dog paw on Jian Yunlan’s shoulder and transmitted his voice directly into his mind:

“I want steamed lamb, steamed bear paws, roasted goose, braised pork, smoked chicken, white-stuffed tripe…”

Jian Yunlan: “…”

Was this guy reciting a whole menu right now?

“You might as well just ask for a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast while you’re at it!”

“Yes! That’s exactly what I want!” Taotie’s eyes lit up. “And I want it today.”

As a responsible—no, shrewd—businessman, Jian Yunlan had always believed in getting the most labor for the least cost.

Taotie had worked for two minutes and was already demanding a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast?

Wishful thinking.

Jian Yunlan’s eyes flickered with an idea. “Sure, but… how do I know you actually scared off a bad guy?”

Taotie puffed out his chest proudly. “That person was carrying a fire-gun-looking weapon and running toward you. I used my true form to chase him away.”

Jian Yunlan nodded. “Alright, then go gather evidence. I need a clear logical sequence of events. Submit a 2,000-word report in a Word document, and after I review it, I’ll approve your meal request.”

Taotie: “…”

Taotie: “…………”

As a mighty beast from the Shan Hai realm, Taotie had never experienced the pain of the human workplace before.

But his instincts told him—this wasn’t going to be easy.

Gritting his teeth, Taotie stared at Jian Yunlan, who remained expressionless.

This human actually dared to trick me?! How bold!

Hmph! The mighty and clever Lord Taotie will not fall for such a cheap scheme!

*

Jian Yunlan rode his tricycle back to his villa. After taking a comfortable bath, he lay down and prepared to scroll through his phone.

Suddenly, his door slammed open.

A tall, silver-haired man with a ponytail stormed in, dressed in casual loungewear, his face ice-cold. He shook Jian Yunlan awake.

“Human,” he demanded. “What is this ‘Word document’ you spoke of? I can’t find it anywhere.”

Jian Yunlan: “…”

Crap. He might have dug his own grave this time.

*

Meanwhile, on the internet…

A paparazzo had attempted to livestream and expose the romance between a top-tier actress and a corporate CEO.

But instead of capturing juicy gossip, he ended up making a fried rice stall go viral.

Even worse, he himself became the laughingstock of the internet, roasted mercilessly.

As soon as the news broke, it spread like wildfire. The comment section was flooded with “HAHAHAHAHA.”

Lately, paparazzi in the entertainment industry had become increasingly brazen. Cases of them lurking around 24/7 were rampant, and some had even crossed the line—violating actors’ privacy outright.

The worst incident?

Not long ago, a film emperor held a funeral for his deceased father, only for paparazzi to stake out the event and livestream it, trying to dig up gossip. No respect for the dead whatsoever.

After seeing this latest incident, that very film emperor immediately shared the news on Weibo, commenting:

“It’s about time someone put these paparazzi in their place.”

As soon as he shared the post, many people immediately recalled the paparazzi incident where they live-streamed at the funeral of the actor’s father. Discussions exploded online, pushing the issue to unimaginable heights.

Soon, Ming Ruogui, the celebrity who had been secretly filmed, also responded:

@MingRuogui Official V: “Boss Jian’s fried rice is simply amazing! Don’t stop me—I can eat ten more bowls! [Image]”

The attached picture was a close-up of a fragrant bowl of fried rice. Each grain of rice was distinct, coated with egg and sauce, glistening with a rich sheen—it looked undeniably delicious!

With this, she indirectly addressed the rumored romance.

What love life? The top-tier actress had eyes only for fried rice!

The comment section was filled with laughter:

[Ahhh, that looks so good! Sister Ming, how could you tempt us like this in the middle of the night?! QAQ]
[I was there for the live stream. The fried rice was delicious, and the stall owner was ridiculously handsome. I’m lining up tomorrow too!]
[Diet plans canceled. No time for that—I’m ordering takeout first!]

Of course, not everyone was convinced:

[Ugh, another actress pretending to be a quirky foodie. As if! These celebs barely drink water to maintain their figures. Bet she just staged the whole thing and didn’t actually eat a bite.]

But those who had tasted Jian Yunlan’s fried rice burst into laughter upon seeing this comment.

Who in their right mind would take a picture of his fried rice and not eat it?

If someone dared to waste it, there’d probably be at least a hundred people willing to dig through the trash to retrieve it!

Soon, two videos surfaced that completely shut down the doubters:

The first was a screen recording of paparazzo Xiao Hou’s live stream. Disguised, Ming Ruogui was seen scarfing down fried rice, shoveling in mouthful after mouthful. She was eating so heartily that within minutes, she had devoured more than half the bowl.

Her fans: “…”

Okay, this proved she wasn’t faking it.

But Sister Ming, your goddess-like, ethereal image is hanging by a thread!

The second video was taken from a bystander’s perspective. Dressed in a red gown and high heels, Ming Ruogui had initially appeared commanding and proud, offering a high price to hire the fried rice stall owner.

Yet, in the very next second, she was seen clutching his leg, crying her eyes out, begging him to be her personal chef…

Her fans: “……”

At this point, even the haters accusing her of acting fake fell silent.

It was confirmed—Ming Ruogui was a real foodie.

For good food, she was willing to throw away wealth, status, and even personal dignity…

Her fans had mixed feelings.

On one hand, they were happy that all the haters had been silenced, and her contrasting personality—an elegant top-tier beauty who was actually a food-obsessed mess—was attracting even more fans.

On the other hand…

How were they supposed to take her seriously in dramas after this?

Would they ever be able to watch her portray an icy, untouchable goddess while knowing she spent her days secretly devouring fried rice and sobbing for a personal chef?

Fans had to summon every ounce of willpower not to burst out laughing.

But no matter what, the internet had reached a consensus:

[That fried rice must be insanely good!]
[Not just the fried rice—have you seen the stall owner? Absolute dreamboat! Everyone from the live stream remembers, right?]
[Of course we do! [Photo] [Photo]]

And so, Jian Yunlan’s fried rice—and his face—took the internet by storm at an alarming speed. Multiple hashtags trended:

#FriedRice
#FriedRiceBossUltimateBeauty
#WhereCanWeFindThisFriedRiceStall

It wasn’t just ordinary netizens who took notice—several major talent agencies had their eyes on the fried rice vendor.

With such a massive topic, combined with such a handsome face, a little strategic marketing could easily turn him into the next top-tier celebrity.

Boluo Entertainment, White Moonlight Entertainment, and Xingkong Entertainment—several of the biggest agencies—immediately held emergency meetings and sent people to contact the stall owner.

Called in urgently, Bei Shi yawned and sighed, wondering how to convince them that signing Jian Yunlan as a celebrity was completely impossible.

If it were possible, she would have signed him herself days ago!

Meanwhile, at the Beijing University male dormitory…

Every evening at 7 PM, the dorm halls would echo with mournful sobs, accompanied by pale, lifeless figures wandering the hallways, whispering eerie phrases like:

“Yuntun… My heartless ex… Haha…”
“He left and never returned, leaving us poor souls behind to suffer…”

But today, the entire dorm was full of joy, their faces glowing with newfound hope.

“Bro, have you seen the news?!” Li Mingxi shouted into the phone.

On the other end, his twin sister, Li Yun, screamed back, “Boss Jian is selling fried rice in front of Yuanzhou Group’s building!!!”

Others might not have noticed, but every foodie at Beijing University recognized him immediately.

The fried rice stall owner the whole internet was searching for—was none other than their beloved Wonton God, Boss Jian!

So he hadn’t left. He hadn’t quit the street food business. He had just changed locations and started selling fried rice instead…

Although they mourned the loss of his legendary wontons,

His fried rice was bound to be just as heavenly!

The news spread like wildfire across campus.

The university’s confession page, algorithm groups, and the ‘Wonton Boss Fan Club’—especially among the female students of the Mechanical Engineering department—were all flooded with messages, soaring past 999+ notifications in no time.

Every single one was about Boss Jian’s food stall.

[Wuwuwu, Boss Jian isn’t selling wontons anymore. They were so delicious, and now I’ll never get to eat them again… (An Lingrong looks up at the sky.jpg)]

[But fried rice! Yay! I love fried rice! From the pictures people have shared, Boss Jian’s fried rice looks absolutely amazing!!!]

“Boss Jian is getting even more beautiful~ (holds face)”

Undergraduates, postgraduates, PhD students, security guards, janitors, and even professors in their offices were all caught up in an intense discussion.

—That man… had returned!

They had known it all along. If they just had patience, one day they would get to eat Boss Jian’s food again!

Professor Wang and Professor Murong had just returned from an out-of-town conference. At first, they were hit with the devastating news that the wonton stall was gone. But then, they heard the joyous update—Boss Jian had simply moved locations and was now selling fried rice.

The two exchanged a look and immediately called upon their top students.

Professor Wang, looking profound, said, “Yuanzhou Group is a 40-minute drive from Beijing University. There’s traffic in the morning—we’ll need a meticulous plan.”

Professor Murong scoffed. “Hmph, my plan will definitely be better than yours!”

They glared at each other fiercely, their eyes clashing in the air like an invisible battle of wits.

…And just like that, another rivalry had begun.

*

Male Dormitory

Li Mingxi wiped away tears as he hung up the phone, then turned to Ning Sheng.

“Ning-sheng, the intel is confirmed. It’s reliable—Boss Jian is selling food outside Yuanzhou Group!”

“Tomorrow morning… want to go together?”

At first, Li Mingxi was worried that Ning Sheng wouldn’t want to travel across half the city just to wait in line.

But when he turned to look—

Ning Sheng had already changed into outdoor gear, zipping up his windbreaker. Hearing the question, he raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp.

“Tomorrow morning?”

“That’s too late. I’m leaving now. You coming?”

Li Mingxi: “……”

Ning Sheng, calm down!