Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH5

Chapter 5

Faced with Li Yun’s accusation, Li Mingxi was speechless.

He really hadn’t thought that much at the time.

He was hungry. The wontons were delicious. So he ate them all. And even licked the bowl clean.

Meanwhile, Li Yun was on the verge of tears.

—She had bought two portions, but it still wasn’t enough!

Tan Tingting had also bought two portions, but since Li Yun hadn’t shared with her yesterday, Tan Tingting didn’t share with her today either. Pure, unfiltered vengeance.

Under Li Yun’s intensely accusatory gaze, Li Mingxi crumbled.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go line up again and buy you another one. I still have one more purchase quota left.”

Li Yun eyed him suspiciously. “This time, it’s actually for me, right? You’re not going to sneak a bite, are you?”

“Trust me!” Li Mingxi patted his chest confidently.

But deep down, he felt a little guilty.

Even though he was making a solemn promise… he honestly wasn’t sure if, once that steaming bowl of wontons landed in his hands, he could resist the temptation.

In just a few minutes, the line at the food stall had grown to over thirty people. The stall only had a hundred servings available, so if he didn’t line up now, he might not get one.

Hurriedly, Li Mingxi joined the queue.

As he waited, he pulled out his phone and opened Little Penguin.

The most active group chat in his app was called “Beijing University CS Algorithm Discussion Group.” Several people had tagged him:

[@Xiaoming, Brother Ming, did you fix that bug yet?]

This group was filled with the most hardcore overachievers from Beijing University’s CS department. They usually discussed algorithms, debugging, and coding problems—a camaraderie forged through shared suffering.

Since their major project was due tomorrow, the chat was buzzing with discussions.

[Not yet, but I’ve got an idea.]

Li Mingxi replied, paused, then typed again:

[…I was lining up with my sister to buy street food at the campus gate today. The food stall owner took one glance at my code and instantly pointed out the issue.]

The chat went dead silent.

[???]

[Are you joking? WTF]

[(Lighting a cigarette) Sounds legit. A few days ago, my food delivery guy casually fixed a dozen of my bugs. Turns out, he was my senior from the same major.]

A collective sense of existential crisis washed over the group.

The job market for computer science was brutal. By 35, automatic unemployment awaited them, no matter how hard they worked for grad school, GPA, or studying abroad…

In twenty years, weren’t they all destined to become food stall owners at the campus gate?

Thinking about it this way…

The food stall owner just skipped thirty years of unnecessary struggle.

[My will to code has shattered.]

[This feels like watching a rabbit die and realizing the fox is next. Where’s this stall? I need to pay my respects to a fallen senior.]

[I’m coming too! My code has been stuck for days. I don’t even want the food—just the boss’s debugging wisdom.]

A flood of people urged Li Mingxi to drop the location. Some were there to support the stall, while others desperately needed coding advice.

Li Mingxi shared the location but then…

He looked at the long, winding line in front of him.

If his groupmates arrived now, they’d probably be too late.

Switching apps, he messaged Ning Sheng, telling him he had a breakthrough on the code.

No response. Ning Sheng was probably busy.

Yesterday, Ning Sheng mentioned he had work today and wouldn’t be returning to the dorm at night.

…Li Mingxi was a little worried about his safety.

Lost in thought, the line moved up.

Finally, it was his turn.

“Boss, one order of spicy red oil wontons.” He paid.

“Alright.” Jian Yunlan glanced at the cutting board—only ten wontons left. “This is the last serving. Sorry to the customers behind.”

The crowd erupted into cries of despair.

“NOOOO! I waited an hour for this!!”

“Boss, please, I beg you! If I can’t eat your wontons, my life has no meaning!”

“I should’ve skipped that stupid overtime shift…”

Even the campus security guard joined in the mourning.

He had eaten these wontons yesterday and had been dreaming about them ever since. But today, he had been stationed at the north gate and rushed over the moment his shift ended—only to be too late.

He wanted to cry.

Under the envious, jealous, and resentful stares of the crowd…

The last steaming, fragrant bowl of wontons was handed to Li Mingxi.

The thin-skinned, generously stuffed wontons were wrapped around tender pork, drizzled with a layer of fiery red chili oil, mixed with homemade spicy sauce, and sprinkled with white sesame seeds—

Everyone swallowed hard, their eyes filled with silent protest as they stared at Li Mingxi.

Li Mingxi kept reminding himself: this portion was for his sister. He absolutely could not eat it. If he did, their twenty-plus years of sibling bond would be over.

But… what if he just took a tiny bite?

His sister had always been understanding—surely she wouldn’t mind, right?

Even if she did, he could always get another sister. But this wonton? There was no second serving.

Li Mingxi didn’t realize how terrifying his thoughts were. His eyes were locked onto the steaming bowl of wontons. Under the warm light, the dumplings glistened with red oil, and just looking at them made his mouth water uncontrollably.

…Forget it. He had to eat!

Li Mingxi picked up a wonton and popped it into his mouth.

“Hiss—!”

Hot!

The piping hot wonton, soaked in the rich and spicy sauce, burst with juices as he bit down. The bold flavors exploded in his mouth, the firm and bouncy pork filling infused with chili oil. The texture was satisfyingly chewy, and the aroma of sesame and rendered fat filled his senses.

This chili sauce was unlike any ordinary store-bought version—it was made from top-quality chili peppers, carefully simmered to perfection. The deep, full-bodied flavor blended seamlessly with the fresh, savory taste of the wontons, an absolute flavor bomb.

Too delicious!

On a cool autumn night, nothing could compare to a steaming, spicy bowl of wontons—pure bliss.

Li Mingxi wasn’t used to eating spicy food, and soon, sweat was dripping down his forehead. He exhaled sharply from the heat but refused to drink water—if he did, wouldn’t that wash away all the lingering flavors?

That would be such a waste!

Everyone around him stared longingly as he ate, imagining the taste in their own mouths, wishing they could take his place.

Damn, what a lucky guy.

Someone even clung to Jian Yunlan’s food cart. “Boss! A hundred servings a day just isn’t enough! Can’t you make it two hundred? I’m begging you!”

“Or at least limit it to one per person! Two servings each means only fifty people get to eat, and the rest of us don’t even get a bite!”

Jian Yunlan scratched his nose awkwardly. “I’ll consider it.”

The hopeful foodies blinked their damp eyes. “Will you be back tomorrow?”

“I will,” Jian Yunlan nodded.

With everyone reluctantly watching him leave, Jian Yunlan pedaled away on his tricycle.

Meanwhile, Li Mingxi savored each bite carefully, but a bowl of wontons only had ten pieces—they were gone in no time.

So good.

He patted his stomach in satisfaction. This was the ultimate delicacy…

Half an hour ago, how did he have the audacity to doubt this heavenly dish?

For a bowl this good, thirty yuan was a steal. Even if it were three hundred yuan, it would still be worth it!

Scraping up the last drops of sauce from the bowl, Li Mingxi finally looked up—only to meet the teary eyes of his sister, Li Yun.

“Brother! Where’s my wonton?”

Li Mingxi looked at her. Then at the empty bowl. Then at her again.

Clenching his teeth, he steeled himself and said, “Just pretend I was never your brother.”

Li Yun: “…”

*

Riding the shabby tricycle granted by his “God of Cooking” system, Jian Yunlan returned to his villa in the city center.

He was in a great mood.

After all, what he loved most was running a food stall!

Right now, he was only selling wontons, but in the future, he planned to make skewers, fish porridge, spicy hotpot, roujiamo… All kinds of classic Chinese street food that would be a hit anywhere, no matter the world.

Thinking about it made him feel exhilarated. Humming a little tune, he stepped into his villa.

As he parked his tricycle in the courtyard, he willed it into his system’s storage space with a thought.

“Young Master, you’re finally back!” The well-dressed butler was already waiting for him, a hint of concern in his smile. “You’ve been working all day at your stall. You must be exhausted. Would you like me to call some male models to help you relax? Madam Li just hired a bunch of new young men!”

Jian Yunlan: “?”

Judging by the situation, in Paranoid Possession, the body Jian Yunlan had taken over belonged to a second-generation rich heir who loved playing around with men.

“Well then, find me a few strong ones.” Jian Yunlan pondered briefly, then added with a meaningful tone, “They need to be capable.”

“Have them come over first thing tomorrow morning.”

The phrase ‘capable’ carried a lot of implications.

Butler: “Understood, Young Master.”

The young master’s tastes had changed. He used to prefer delicate and beautiful types, but now he actually liked sturdy and capable ones!

However, requesting male models but not having them come at night, instead asking them to arrive early in the morning… was a bit unusual.

Still, as a professional butler, it wasn’t his place to question the young master’s preferences.

The butler drove to the club.

“Mr. Guan, these are our newest arrivals. Come on, boys, say hello to Mr. Guan.”

At the club entrance, Madam Li greeted him with a beaming smile, a group of young men trailing behind her in an orderly line.

The butler scanned them quickly and, per the young master’s request, selected a few muscular and visibly strong ones.

“You—nice biceps. And you, the one with the crew cut—yes, you too.”

He continued picking candidates one by one until his gaze landed on a young man standing at the edge of the group.

Unlike the extravagant, hedonistic atmosphere surrounding him, this young man exuded an air of quiet refinement, his presence steeped in scholarly elegance. Dressed in the club’s uniform, his eyes were slightly red at the corners, and a delicate beauty mark shimmered near his tear duct.

His expression carried a trace of reluctance—even humiliation.

“This kid’s called Xiaosheng. He just arrived today. Isn’t he gorgeous? Young Master Jian will definitely like him!” Madam Li leaned in and lowered her voice conspiratorially.

“You don’t usually see goods this fine around here. Lucky for you, this brat pissed off Young Master Gu, so he got thrown here to suffer a bit…”

The young man known as Xiaosheng briefly met the butler’s gaze before indifferently looking away.

“Do you have muscles?” the butler asked.

Though the young man seemed to fit the young master’s former preferences, the young master had specifically requested sturdy men today—he couldn’t bring back someone who didn’t meet the criteria.

Xiaosheng appeared momentarily speechless. After a brief silence, and under Madam Li’s urging, he wordlessly rolled up his left sleeve.

His arm was lean but well-defined, the muscles sharply contoured.

“Not bad,” the butler nodded. “You come along too.”

Ning Sheng said nothing, his gaze lowered, his expression filled with weary disdain.

He could already predict what this so-called Young Master Jian was going to do to him.

The games of the rich were always the same.

…He felt nothing but disgust.