Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH30

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Chapter 30

Wearing his raincoat, Jian Yunlan pedaled his tricycle through the rain and arrived at the market.

As expected, due to the weather, there were fewer vendors than usual, and many of his regular suppliers hadn’t set up their stalls today.

But just as he entered the market, a bright yellow raincoat bounced up excitedly. Someone waved enthusiastically and shouted,

“Boss Jian! Boss Jian!”

It was Tong Ling.

“Morning.” Seeing a familiar face, Jian Yunlan pulled up beside her and asked with concern, “It’s raining so hard—you’re still setting up your stall? What about school?”

Tong Ling waved a hand dismissively. “I’ve got time, I’ve got time.”

She was wearing a brand-new school uniform, and her raincoat looked freshly bought as well. She seemed completely transformed—brighter, more energetic, full of life.

Beckoning Jian Yunlan closer, she crouched down and lifted the plastic cover off her stall to reveal—

A Large Basket of Potatoes

Jian Yunlan’s eyes lit up.

—Literally lit up. The red-skinned potatoes in front of him had a firm surface with very few blemishes. Under the blessing of the “Godly Chef’s Eye,” they even emitted a faint golden glow.

Top-grade potatoes!

This was the first time Jian Yunlan had ever seen top-grade ingredients. Just the golden glow alone gave them an extremely high-end aura.

In fact, in his eyes, there were even floating labels on the potatoes:

[Top-Grade Potatoes (One-Star): Super delicious red-skinned, yellow-fleshed potatoes, perfect for grilling, stewing, pan-frying, or stir-frying! Seeing such amazing potatoes, how can you not grab them immediately?]

If high-quality ingredients were already incredibly delicious, then top-grade ingredients… how good would they be? Jian Yunlan couldn’t even imagine.

For a chef, seeing high-quality ingredients was like a starving wolf spotting fresh meat. Jian Yunlan clung to the basket of potatoes, unwilling to let go, his eyes gleaming with an eerie, greedy green light.

His intense expression even startled Tong Ling.

“…Boss Jian, you’re kinda scary!”

Jian Yunlan swallowed hard, regaining some clarity, and said, “Xiao Ling, I’ll take all these potatoes. How much? Just name a price! Even if I have to sell my pots and pans or take out a high-interest loan, I must have them!”

These top-grade potatoes were surely expensive. Even if they were priced at ten thousand yuan per potato, Jian Yunlan would still buy them!

But Tong Ling simply smiled and waved her hand, “No need for money, Boss Jian. I’m giving them to you for free!”

Jian Yunlan had helped her family so much. Thanks to his online popularity, their pickled vegetables had sold out completely, allowing their family to achieve self-sufficiency. They no longer had to wake up before dawn to set up a stall at the market every day.

Now, her grandfather and relatives handled the pickled vegetable business, while Tong Ling only needed to occasionally manage the online store. This gave her more time to focus on studying. Her dream of getting into Beijing University no longer seemed so far away.

Today, she hadn’t come to sell vegetables—she had come specifically to wait for Jian Yunlan.

Her relatives from the countryside had brought over a basket of potatoes. The moment she saw them, she knew they were exceptional, and Boss Jian would love them.

She didn’t have much else to repay him with, so giving him this basket of potatoes was the least she could do!

Jian Yunlan was genuinely surprised by his luck today. First, Auntie Ning had gifted him chili sauce, and now Tong Ling was giving him top-grade potatoes? Did the two of them plan this together to surprise him?!

Even though Tong Ling insisted on not accepting money, Jian Yunlan still forced 500 yuan into her hands.

Honestly, these potatoes were priceless. Even paying 500 yuan was an absolute steal for him.

With a full basket of potatoes and other ingredients, Jian Yunlan happily returned to the villa. He couldn’t wait to start cooking. Just picturing his customers’ satisfied expressions after eating this potato fried rice filled him with immense joy and excitement.

Jian Yunlan began preparing the ingredients.

Each potato was smooth and delicate, with a rosy hue, exuding a faint earthy aroma mixed with the freshness of rain. Even with his max-level cooking skills, he didn’t dare be careless. He carefully washed off the dirt, then peeled them to reveal the soft yellow flesh inside.

He picked a sharp knife and sliced the potatoes into even-sized cubes on the cutting board. Then, he boiled a large pot of water, added a bit of salt, and once it reached a rolling boil, he blanched the potatoes for three minutes before draining them.

Now, the potatoes were ready to use.

The boiled potatoes had softened edges, a gentle golden hue, and emitted a faint, comforting steam.

Jian Yunlan liked them more and more.

The other ingredients were easy to handle since he was already familiar with them. Once everything was prepared, he carefully loaded them onto his three-wheeled cart, covering them with a waterproof sheet.

Time to set up his stall!

Just as he was about to ride out, someone called out to him.

“Wait.”

A figure with silver hair and tired eyes walked out, holding a laptop. His loose silver hair rested on his shoulders, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes. His naturally handsome face had a hint of exhaustion.

It was Taotie.

“Human,” Taotie said in a deep voice, “you really need this report to be exactly 2000 words? Not a word less?”

Jian Yunlan: “…!”

He had only casually mentioned it—who would have thought Taotie actually took it seriously?!

Suddenly, Jian Yunlan was sweating bullets.

In the past, he was the one constantly being pressured by bosses to write reports—struggling to meet word counts, formatting everything just right, revising it over and over again—only for it to be sent back for edits!

And now… he had become the oppressor.

“Uh… maybe I can be a little flexible?” Jian Yunlan said, avoiding eye contact.

Taotie narrowed his golden eyes suspiciously. “Flexible? What do you mean by that?”

Why did this sound so sketchy?

Taotie had never written a “human report” before. But the thought of getting a full-course Manchu-Han Imperial Feast had given him endless motivation.

He had already stayed up all night working on it.

This human better not reject his report after all this effort!

The ancient beast was now experiencing the soul-crushing despair of modern corporate workers.

“You dare mess with me?!”

Taotie loomed over Jian Yunlan, staring him down. His silver hair floated slightly, even though there was no wind. He was so close that Jian Yunlan could faintly smell a subtle sandalwood scent from him.

Taotie’s golden eyes narrowed as he examined him.

…He never noticed before, but this guy actually had really long eyelashes. Like bird feathers. His slightly droopy eyes made him look harmless, like a sad puppy.

But those innocent-looking puppy eyes were always scheming something!

Jian Yunlan had been playing him like a fool this whole time!

Taotie gritted his teeth in frustration. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He reached out and pinched Jian Yunlan’s cheek, pulling up at the corners of his eyes.

“Hah. Innocent puppy eyes? More like a cunning little fox!”

Sure enough, Jian Yunlan’s fox-like black eyes glimmered mischievously as he came up with another trick.

Jian Yunlan blinked and said, “How about this? You finish the report, submit all 2000 words, and I’ll get back to you… within five business days. Sound good?”

Taotie: “…”

Taotie stared at him with utter disbelief.

“After five days… I’ll get my Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, right?”

Jian Yunlan put on the look of an old hand and skillfully said:

“Well, I will conduct a rigorous and scientific assessment of the situation. At that time, I will need your cooperation. Now, it’s not a question of whether we’ll do it, but how we’ll do it and how to implement it. We can figure out a way to achieve a result that satisfies both of us, right?”

Taotie: “???”

Taotie’s brain was completely scrambled by this nonsense, as if a pair of hands had yanked out his brain cells and neural pathways and tied them into a dead knot.

Seizing the moment while Taotie was still processing, Jian Yunlan swiftly jumped onto a tricycle and took off: “You go ahead and keep at it. I need to set up my stall. We’ll talk about the rest later!”

Taotie: “Wait, clarify what you just said—”

But Jian Yunlan was already pedaling away like he had wind and fire wheels beneath him, vanishing into the rainy mist.

*

8:30 AM, outside Yuanzhou Group.

It wasn’t even 9 AM yet, and Jian Yunlan’s tricycle hadn’t arrived. It was still raining, but the crowd gathered here was massive.

The most eye-catching ones were the fans who had been drawn in by yesterday’s paparazzi livestream or had fallen into the rabbit hole after watching online videos. They had joined forces with members of the fan club for the “Beijing University Wonton Stall Boss,” forming an impressive alliance. They held up signs with bold messages like “Boss Jian (Heart) Debut Now! (Heart)” and “Wontons & Fried Rice Forever!”

The leader of the fan club was Ye Ming, a junior in Beijing University’s Mechanical Engineering Department. She stood out in the crowd, wearing a T-shirt printed with Jian Yunlan’s photo and holding a glowing sign. Her bag was stuffed with chibi-style Jian Yunlan merchandise—mini fans, plushies, and badges.

Since Ye Ming had exclusive photos of Jian Yunlan from his days running a stall at Beijing University, people kept coming to buy various merch from her, making business incredibly brisk. As the rain grew heavier, she even started handing out free umbrellas printed with Jian Yunlan’s image:

“There are plenty of umbrellas! One per person, no pushing!”
“Join the Wonton Cult~ Handsome guy, great food—no regrets!”
“New fans get free merch!”

The crowd: “……”

This is so over-the-top!!!

A passing pedestrian glanced over casually and immediately blurted out, “What the hell?! Is a celebrity holding a concert here?!”

His companion, equally shocked, took a closer look.

“Uh… looks like they’re waiting for… a street food stall?”

This was way beyond just a food stall at this point!

Aside from the fan club, there were also several mysterious figures in black trench coats lurking around. They were talent scouts from major entertainment agencies. After searching everywhere for Jian Yunlan’s contact information and coming up empty, they resorted to the most straightforward method: waiting for him at his food stall.

These agents, usually fierce rivals in the industry, now stood in silent tension, eyeing each other warily.

As for the regular customers who had originally lined up for fried rice, they were starting to feel out of place.

Lin Tianqiu, who was mildly socially anxious, was especially struggling. Although Boss Jian’s stall was always busy, today’s crowd was on a whole different level. People kept approaching him, asking, “Hey, you’re a regular here, right? What kinds of fried rice does Boss Jian usually sell? Is it good?”

Forced into multiple conversations, Lin Tianqiu put on a fragile smile: I haven’t died yet, but I might soon.

The other street food vendors weren’t too bothered. The massive crowd actually boosted their business—people waiting in line would grab some pancakes, buns, or fried dough sticks from nearby stalls. But as soon as the clock struck 8:30, Wu Qiuhua and the other stall owners swiftly put up Closed signs and seamlessly joined the queue themselves.

Business is business, but nothing should get in the way of fried rice!

Customer: “?”

As for Ming Ruogui, she had completely given up on pretending. Since everyone already knew she was a foodie, what was the point in hiding it? Dressed in comfortable sportswear, she had tied up her long, jet-black hair.

What was even more surprising was that, despite being a walking top-tier celebrity, not a single paparazzo was around.

—Because after the last incident where they live-streamed and exposed a celebrity relationship, many paparazzi had been having a rough time. They were already struggling to survive, so who would dare provoke Ming Ruogui, the untouchable Buddha herself?

Everyone had witnessed firsthand what happened to the last paparazzo, Hou Mianbao, who tried.

Because of this, Ming Ruogui was much more at ease. She didn’t even bother with much makeup, opting for a natural look—an effortless beauty that needed no embellishment.

Of course, while there were no paparazzi, the curiosity of onlookers couldn’t be avoided. Some had seen the viral videos online and immediately teased her upon recognizing her:

“Sister Ming, are you going to kneel and beg Boss Jian to be your private chef again?”

Ming Ruogui’s eyes widened. “How could you slander me out of nowhere like that—”

“Slander? I saw it with my own eyes the other day. You were sitting on the ground, crying your eyes out, begging Boss Jian. So loud. So embarrassing.”

Ming Ruogui’s face turned red as she stammered out a defense. Something about how she was merely looking pitiful and breathtakingly beautiful while clutching his leg in desperation—but absolutely not kneeling and kowtowing! Something about how begging for fried rice isn’t embarrassing! And then some incomprehensible phrases like ‘Zhihu Zheye’ and ‘Fried rice is amazing’.

The crowd: “……”

Was this a modern-day Kong Yiji?

With Ming Ruogui here, Bei Shi had naturally come along too.

Zhang Mo and Bei Shi, the engaged couple, had been busy planning their wedding, yet they still showed up to wait in line. Seeing the overwhelming crowd, they were filled with trepidation.

Not because of anything else—

But because… there were so many of their university juniors here!!!

Beijing University was at least an hour away by subway, yet somehow, all these students had made the trip?! Just how exaggerated was Boss Jian’s influence?!

Zhang Mo and Bei Shi were both Beijing University graduates. In fact, they had first met on campus. Their love story, from school uniforms to wedding gowns, had been legendary at PKU. They had even been invited back as distinguished alumni.

But encountering so many of their juniors here completely shattered their dignified senior image.

To the outside world, they were the perfect power couple—top-tier scholars, a core employee at a major company, and an elite talent agent. But in reality…

They were two exhausted corporate drones, utterly crushed by life, clinging to fried rice as their last source of comfort. QAQ

Both of them quietly pulled up their masks and lowered their umbrellas, trying not to be recognized.

But it was too late.

Li Yun and Tan Tingting immediately spotted Bei Shi from the crowd.

“Aaah! Senior Bei Shi!!! Do you remember us? We added you on WeChat after your guest lecture at PKU! We really admire you—you became a gold-tier agent in just a few years and even launched a superstar like Ming Ruogui! You’re amazing!”

“You’re lining up for Boss Jian’s food too?”

Tan Tingting had a romanticized image of elite talent agents—strict business suits, flawless makeup, commanding presence, exuding a strong, no-nonsense aura.

But the Bei Shi standing in front of her…

Was wearing an oversized hoodie, glasses, and using a Jian Yunlan-themed fan to hide her face, her eyes darting around nervously.

Bei Shi: “……”

Boss Jian, please hurry.

If you don’t come soon, I’m going to break down, wuwuwu!!!

Even in the massive crowd, Ning Sheng stood out. Holding a transparent umbrella, he stood in the rain, bathed in soft daylight, as tall and steady as a tree.

People couldn’t help but steal glances at him.

“So handsome!” “Even a guy like this is willing to line up for fried rice?” “He’s almost as stunning as Boss Jian…”

Ning Sheng’s aura remained cool and distant, but he didn’t seem lonely.

Around him were Li Mingxi and other friends from the Computer Science Department. The guys naturally surrounded him, chatting and laughing. Whenever someone brought him up, he would respond with a few words, and the cold, untouchable air around him would momentarily soften.

Nearby, a few girls blushed as they secretly watched him, straining to catch what he was saying.

They only heard Ning Sheng chuckle lightly and say, “You guys suck at gaming. Stop asking me to team up with you. It’s embarrassing—it ruins my mood for fried rice.”

Girls: “……”

This wasn’t the cool and aloof prince they had imagined.

Among the long, winding queue, Ning Sheng was standing near the very front.

—And that was only because Li Mingxi had begged him not to camp out overnight at 10 PM. Otherwise, he absolutely would have. Even so, he still took the first subway train at 5 AM, arriving earlier than anyone else.

He had to be extra careful. Extra diligent.

He could not afford to risk missing out on fried rice!

Although… the fact that Jian Yunlan’s food stall was set up outside Yuanzhou Group made Ning Sheng uncomfortable.

Just hearing the name Yuanzhou Group was enough to drag back painful memories.

That top-floor office. The panoramic view of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Gu Xingzhou’s crazed eyes. The handcuffs that had locked his wrists…

There was a time when just thinking about that name made Ning Sheng physically sick.

But things were different now.

Now, his mother and grandmother were recovering. Thanks to Boss Jian’s wontons, he had made friends. He had built a life of his own, slowly being pulled into the warmth of the sun. The endless storm in his life had finally begun to clear.

Now that he had basked in sunlight, he would never compromise again. He would never allow anyone to drag him back into that dark, suffocating room and shackle him once more.

Even if he met Gu Xingzhou again, he wouldn’t fear him. He wouldn’t back down.

For Jian Yunlan’s fried rice, he was willing to queue up anywhere—even if it was in front of Yuanzhou Group.

Moreover, he was no longer afraid of Gu Xingshou. In fact, just thinking of that name made his teeth itch.

Ning Sheng had already made up his mind.

…If he saw Gu Xingshou again, he would land two heavy slaps right on his face!

Then a left hook, a right hook, and a sweeping kick!

Most importantly, he would deliver a solid kick right to his crotch!

Ning Sheng smiled slightly, his fists clenching a little tighter.

Li Mingxi trembled: “…”

Ning Sheng’s expression is terrifying. It looks like he’s planning some kind of apocalyptic destruction.

Whoever he’s targeting… I can only pray for them. Amen.

Since Ning Sheng had arrived so early and was near the front of the line, he hadn’t noticed the heavily disguised Gu Xingshou in the middle of the queue.

To secure a portion of fried rice, Gu Xingshou had come fully prepared.

Not only had he brought along a few trusted subordinates and devised a meticulous plan, but he had also disguised himself to ensure no one would recognize him—not even his own father could see through this disguise and snatch away his hard-earned fried rice!

“President Gu… oh no, uh, Xiaozhou,” the secretary coughed under Gu Xingshou’s sharp gaze and lowered his voice, “There are five minutes left. It’s about to begin.”

At that moment, the time was 8:55 AM.

Based on data from the past few days, they had compiled a thorough report, complete with statistical charts analyzing Jian Yunlan’s stall opening time, estimated customer flow, and average sell-out time.

The analysis concluded that Jian Yunlan was always punctual, setting up his stall precisely at 9:00 AM, with a margin of error of less than a minute.

Even Gu Xingshou’s exact position in the queue had been calculated by a professional team.

Not too early to draw attention, not too late to risk missing out—position #50 was the perfect spot!

It was inconspicuous, hidden among the crowd, and ensured he wouldn’t be recognized by acquaintances. With his disguise, there was virtually no chance of being exposed.

Perfect.

Gu Xingshou nodded in satisfaction.

The highly-paid subordinates he hired weren’t just eating for free, after all.

As the seconds ticked by, anticipation grew. Then, in the midst of everyone’s eager and anxious gazes, that familiar figure riding a tricycle appeared, glowing in the morning light!

“He’s here, he’s here!!!”

“Boss Jian, you’re finally here! We’ve been waiting so long!”

“Boss Jian, long time no see QvQ!”

“What’s today’s fried rice? I’m ready!”

Hundreds, if not thousands, of people swarmed forward like a zombie horde, eagerly reaching out to grab at his cart. Jian Yunlan hadn’t even reached his stall yet and was already completely surrounded.

In the end, it was Ming Ruogui who stepped in, commanding the crowd with an imposing aura, finally forcing them to reluctantly clear a path.

“So many people today?” Jian Yunlan widened his eyes in surprise. He only sold 100 servings—there were at least a thousand people here!

Since he didn’t pay much attention to online trends, he was completely unaware of his growing fame.

Jian Yunlan announced, “Today’s special is Spicy Potato Fried Rice. Limited to 100 servings.”

Ning Sheng, at the very front, immediately scanned the code to pay. One second, he had been brooding darkly over Gu Xingshou, but the next, his entire expression changed—his eyes sparkled like rippling water, resembling a little puppy caught in the rain.

“Boss Jian, hello! I’m a regular customer. I even helped you peel shrimp before. Could you sell me an extra portion?”

Li Mingxi: “Ning Sheng, you—” are trying to cheat again!

Ning Sheng: “Shut up.”

Li Mingxi: “…”

Jian Yunlan looked at Ning Sheng for a moment, recognized him, and smiled warmly. “I remember you! And your classmates… You all came all the way from Beijing University? That’s so far—must’ve been tough for you guys.”

Hearing this, the students from Beijing University immediately felt like they were basking in the warmth of spring, shyly covering their faces.

He’s so kind.

He actually cares about us!

Could there be anything happier than this?!

“Each person is limited to one serving,” Jian Yunlan regretfully responded to Ning Sheng’s request.

“But,” he patted his chest and promised, “I’ll make sure everyone leaves with a full stomach. Don’t worry!”

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The students from Beijing University blinked in a daze, as if they could see a holy light shining around him.

As he spoke, Jian Yunlan heated up the iron wok, poured in some oil, and added a generous handful of minced garlic.

In the sizzling hot oil, the garlic quickly turned fragrant, releasing a rich aroma as the heat rose with the steam. Soon, slices of Chinese sausage slid into the pan—half lean, half fatty, their deep red color glistening as they crisped up, turning golden and tender inside.

Then, Jian Yunlan added a full bowl of diced potatoes. Each piece was smooth and evenly cut, with a beautiful light yellow hue. Any keen observer could tell at a glance that these were top-quality potatoes.

Under the intense gazes of the expectant crowd, the potatoes soon turned golden and crispy, sizzling in the oil, glistening with an irresistible sheen…