Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH6

Chapter 6

Multiverse Streaming Platform.

In the early stages of Paranoid Possession, there was a critical plot point—Ning Sheng being forced to work at a club. The day before, he had an argument with Gu Xingzhou. In a moment of anger, Ning Sheng slapped him across the face, and Gu Xingzhou devised this scheme to humiliate him.

Of course, Ning Sheng didn’t want to go, but Gu Xingzhou used his grandmother’s medical expenses as leverage, leaving Ning Sheng with no choice.

For the book-transmigration challengers, this was the first major plot point where they could justifiably intervene.

Some challengers chose to select Ning Sheng, bring him back, and treat him well with food and drinks in an attempt to win his favor. Others simply handed him money and let him rest, hoping to increase their affection points that way.

But no strategy was perfect—either they couldn’t get Ning Sheng to let his guard down, or they risked provoking Gu Xingzhou’s retaliation. Despite Paranoid Possession being an open challenge for years, no streamer had ever successfully cleared this plot event.

In other live-streaming rooms, viewers sighed in frustration.

[That streamer next door activated a “Heavenly Beauty” cheat and tried to dazzle Ning Sheng after selecting him… but Ning Sheng just gave them a cold stare and walked away.]

[Come on, streamer! Use your maxed-out luck stat to think of something!]

[This plot is too difficult. How the hell do you get past it?]

[Ning Sheng grew up poor and naturally despises all second-generation rich heirs. There’s nothing we can do about it. shrugs]

But in Jian Yunlan’s stream, things were… different.

Because of the Ning Mama’s Spicy Chili Sauce incident, Jian Yunlan’s stream had gained a lot of viewers. Now, over a thousand people were watching in real-time.

When Jian Yunlan uttered the words: “Find me a few strong and capable ones,”

The entire chat fell into silence.

[……]

[Help, I have a bad feeling about this.]

[No way… it can’t be what I’m thinking… right?]

*

The butler sent a private car to escort the male models to the Jian household.

Inside the vehicle, seven or eight well-built men exchanged glances.

“I always thought Young Master Jian liked the delicate and pretty types, but who knew we’d catch his eye?” said Muscle Model A.

“Young Master Jian is known for his generous tips,” Muscle Model B said, cupping his face with a playful pout. “I wonder what kind of play he’s into~”

“My muscles are the best, though. Clients never get enough of them.” Muscle Model C lifted his shirt, revealing a set of well-defined eight-pack abs.

The others were unconvinced, and soon, a competitive display of masculinity broke out in the car.

Ning Sheng, of course, did not participate.

He kept his head down, sending a message to his mother: “Mom, I’m studying in the library for exams.”

Ning Menglian quickly replied: “Okay!”

After a pause, she sent another message: “Ah Sheng, don’t worry about Grandma’s medical bills. I recently got a big customer who bought a ton of chili sauce—I made quite a bit of money.”

Ning Sheng didn’t believe her.

His mother had always been the type to put on a brave front. He knew that better than anyone. His grandmother’s sudden illness had resulted in hefty medical and surgical expenses. His mother was just an ordinary housekeeper—how could she possibly afford it?

How much money could she really make selling chili sauce?

It was probably just an excuse to stop him from worrying.

Staring at the screen, Ning Sheng’s eyes darkened.

He made up his mind—no matter how excessive this “Young Master Jian’s” demands were, he would comply. All for his grandmother’s medical expenses.

Seeing Ning Sheng’s humiliated expression, the muscular male models scoffed silently.

—Acting all high and mighty? He’s already here to sell himself. Who does he think he is?

Surely, Young Master Jian wouldn’t be interested in someone like that.

Before long, the car arrived in front of the villa.

The butler led the models inside, and the moment they stepped through the door, they each began showing off.

“Ah, it’s so hot in here~” Muscle Model A took off his jacket, revealing his well-defined, sun-kissed chest muscles.

Muscle Model B wiped some sweat off his forehead, flexing his biceps as if unintentionally. “Right? My shirt is soaked.”

“Where is Young Master Jian?” Muscle Model C’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

Unlike them, Ning Sheng remained silent, standing stiffly in place with an awkward expression.

The butler, ever professional, simply said, “Please behave appropriately.”

The male models: “……”

Behave appropriately?

Are you kidding?

But in the next moment, the butler pulled out an entire set of disposable gloves, shoe covers, aprons, face masks, and chef hats from his coat.

“Young Master Jian has invited you all here today to help peel shrimp, devein them, and prepare shrimp paste.”

“Now, please proceed to wash and sanitize your hands and change into work attire.”

“The pay is 300 yuan per hour. Since this involves food safety, anyone who fails the sanitation check will not be hired.”

The butler scanned the group before pointing at the most neatly dressed among them—Ning Sheng.

“You will be responsible for supervising everyone’s sanitation and attire. An additional 200 yuan will be added to your pay.”

The male models all stared at Ning Sheng in disbelief.

Why him?!

Ning Sheng: “……”

“…Alright.”

His brows furrowed slightly.

Peeling shrimp, deveining them, making shrimp paste…

Just what kind of game was this Young Master Jian playing?

*

Following the butler’s instructions, the models went through a full-body sanitation process and changed into work uniforms.

One model, who stubbornly insisted on leaving his chest exposed, was promptly kicked out.

Only then did the remaining models settle down.

Among the group of uniformed workers, Ning Sheng stood out the most.

With his face mask on, his hair tucked neatly under the disposable chef’s hat, only his sharp, cold phoenix eyes and the signature tear mole at the corner of his eye remained visible. The look gave him an air of restrained beauty—pure yet unattainable.

Even though they were all dressed the same, he somehow looked like a celebrity.

Annoyed, the male models subtly pushed him aside.

Even now, none of them could quite believe what was happening.

Was Young Master Jian playing a joke on them?

Or was this some kind of special play? …A food production line roleplay?

Why does this feel so weird?

Ning Sheng thought the same.

It wasn’t unusual for rich people to have strange, unheard-of fetishes. Gu Xingzhou was like that, so it wasn’t surprising that Jian Yunlan would be as well.

At that moment, the door opened.

Jian Yunlan entered, pushing a tricycle loaded with three massive barrels—each as tall as a person—filled with live, wriggling shrimp.

The shrimp curled naturally, their heads a shade of green, their bodies semi-transparent. Every single one had been carefully selected—firm meat, thick and sturdy shells.

Of course, no one present paid attention to these details.

Seeing the three giant buckets of live shrimp, the male models froze.

The corner of Ning Sheng’s mouth twitched.

…There were actually shrimp?!

Jian Yunlan glanced at the male models, noting their muscular physiques and neatly sanitized uniforms. He nodded in satisfaction.

“The butler should have explained the task to everyone.”

“To motivate you all—the more shrimp you peel, the cleaner the deveining, the finer the shrimp paste, the higher the bonus.”

“The first-place prize is 50,000 yuan, second place 30,000, third place 20,000, and so on.”

“No time to waste—let’s begin!”

The male models, who had been filled with doubt just moments before, suddenly had their eyes fixed on the prize.

That much money?!

They could work an entire week selling themselves and still not make that much!

And now, all they had to do was peel shrimp?!

The muscular models couldn’t sit still anymore. They hurriedly put on gloves and approached the shrimp barrels.

All this muscle wasn’t just for show!

“This is nothing! I can peel 500 shrimp an hour!” Muscle Model A cracked his knuckles.

Muscle Model B boasted, “Young Master Jian, my shrimp paste is the smoothest—I used to work in a restaurant.”

Muscle Model C grinned. “Young Master Jian, would you consider hiring me long-term? I’m very hardworking.”

…They probably never thought in their lives that they’d be saying such things in a sugar daddy’s house.

Jian Yunlan nodded in satisfaction, watching them dive into their work.

Then, he turned and met a pair of cold, strikingly beautiful eyes.

“What is your real intention?”

Ning Sheng stood in front of Jian Yunlan, gaze sharp—like a small beast hiding its fangs.

“Did Gu Xingzhou send you to humiliate me?”

Jian Yunlan blinked. “Gu Xingzhou? Who’s that?”

Ning Sheng let out a mocking laugh.

Oh, keep pretending.

Jian Yunlan said calmly, “If you don’t want to do it, you can leave. I’m not forcing you.”

As if it were that simple.

Gu Xingzhou had said the same thing countless times before—but had he ever truly meant it?

Ning Sheng’s eyes darkened with even deeper exhaustion. He shot Jian Yunlan a long look, then walked to the shrimp barrel.

He wanted to see just how long this self-righteous Young Master Jian would keep up the act before showing his true colors.

Ning Sheng started scooping shrimp.

Ning Sheng started peeling shrimp shells.

Ning Sheng started deveining shrimp.

Ning Sheng started chopping shrimp paste.

Ning Sheng…

Five hours later.

Ning Sheng was officially named the most efficient worker of the day and was awarded 50,000 yuan in prize money.

Ning Sheng: “???”

“You’ve got a bright future, kid.” Jian Yunlan patted his shoulder encouragingly. “Your shrimp peeling skills are great, and the quality of your shrimp paste is top-notch. If you ever need work, you’re welcome to come back anytime.”

The other models—who had also worked themselves sore all day—glared at Ning Sheng with jealousy.

Why him?!

After a grueling day of shrimp processing, being praised by Jian Yunlan actually made Ning Sheng feel a tiny spark of excitement.

That feeling of being recognized after a hard day’s work—even by a stingy boss.

Ning Sheng: “……”

Something wasn’t right.

Over the past few hours, his emotions had gone from initial disdain to numbness, until in the end, his mind was filled with only one thing—shrimp, shrimp, shrimp.

At first, he had assumed that Jian Yunlan had some ulterior motive.

Just like Gu Xingzhou, he must have concocted this elaborate excuse to humiliate him—to make him struggle under the weight of his wealth and power, trapped in a position where he could neither live nor die.

But Jian Yunlan…

Really, just wanted him to peel shrimp.

And to make things worse—Ning Sheng was getting hungrier the more he peeled.

He hadn’t eaten properly for days.

Looking at the fresh, lively shrimp, he couldn’t help but wonder—would they taste delicious after being cooked?

“I’m a street food vendor. These shrimp are for making fresh shrimp wontons,” Jian Yunlan said, as if reading Ning Sheng’s mind. “Do you want me to make you a bowl to try?”

Ning Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly.

“No need.”

A filthy rich second-generation heir like Jian Yunlan, running a street food stall?

What a joke.

Someone who had been pampered since birth—did he even know how to buy ingredients, how to prepare food, how to set up a stall?

Jian Yunlan’s wontons probably wouldn’t taste good anyway.

He would rather stay hungry.

Jian Yunlan noticed the doubt in Ning Sheng’s expression but didn’t say anything more. It was understandable for people to have biases against his identity.

But in the face of good food, everyone was equal.

“Youth, honest work is the greatest honor,” Jian Yunlan said earnestly, patting Ning Sheng’s shoulder. “In this world, nothing comes without effort.”

With that, he handed Ning Sheng a check for 50,000 yuan.

As the top shrimp-peeling worker of the day, Ning Sheng had rightfully earned this reward according to Jian Yunlan’s promise.

Ning Sheng stared at the check in his hand.

His grandmother’s medical bills—he was exactly 50,000 yuan short.

To gather this money, he had begged countless people and agreed to Gu Xingzhou’s unreasonable demands. Yet now, this 50,000 yuan was just lying quietly in his hand, carrying the faint fishy scent of fresh river shrimp.

Ning Sheng fell silent.

Gradually, he started questioning his life.