Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH73

Chapter 73

Multiverse Livestream Room

The moment the Transmigrating into a Novel Challenge for The Tyrant CEO’s Priceless Runaway Wife: Genius Baby at Three and a Half officially started, millions of viewers flooded into the dedicated section, and countless comments filled the screen.

Unlike other melodramatic romance novels, the comment section for Genius Baby at Three and a Half was entirely in soft pink and blue hues, resembling cotton candy and creating a warm, adorable atmosphere:

[Aaaah, it’s starting!!! Go, babies, go!!!]

[Be brave, little ones! Try to learn how to walk. It’d be even better if you could start talking~~~]

[Baby Daddy here for a promo! This is my little Xuanxuan, three and a half years old. She used to be a child model, and this is her first time participating in the transmigration challenge. Please support her, aunties and uncles! (^o^)/ (Flowers) (Flowers) (Candy)]

[@Xuanxuan’s Dad, (Handshake) (Handshake), followed! Our mixed-race, big-eyed cutie Abby is five years old and a veteran—this is her third time in the challenge! Hope you can follow back~ (Handshake) (Smile)]

[@Abby’s Mom, followed back! (Smile)]

[These little cuties are melting my heart. My corpse feels all warm now.]

[…Wait, where the hell am I? Is this a melodramatic romance section or a parenting forum?]

[New here? (Lights cigarette) Genius Baby at Three and a Half may technically be in the melodramatic romance section, but it’s long been taken over by parenting influencers.]

Among all melodramatic novels, Genius Baby at Three and a Half holds a uniquely bizarre status.

Originally published twenty years ago, it was just another cliché in the overused “runaway with a secret pregnancy” trope: A domineering CEO keeps a mistress for five years, but when she learns he’s marrying his true love, she flees with his child. Years later, she returns with a genius baby, and the CEO embarks on a grueling redemption arc before their eventual happy ending.

It was the kind of story so generic that if you randomly refreshed a low-tier novel site, you’d find at least twenty others with the exact same plot. It was meant to fade into obscurity, certainly not worthy of a dedicated challenge in the Multiverse Livestream Room.

But Genius Baby at Three and a Half was different from your average “runaway with the baby” novel.

…Because it was even dumber.

Its plot was riddled with so many logical inconsistencies that anyone with half a brain would suffer severe mental trauma within a few pages, as if their brain were being devoured by zombies.

Twenty years ago, when the Multiverse Livestream Room was flourishing, they tentatively added Genius Baby at Three and a Half to their transmigration challenge lineup.

But the goal wasn’t to change the novel’s ending.

Instead, challengers had to play the genius baby and try to fix the novel’s countless plot holes, making the story logically coherent.

As expected, no one had succeeded.

A helpful viewer explained in the comment section:

[At first, serious streamers tried to tackle Genius Baby, painstakingly attempting to fix its plot holes. But after one wave of top-tier challengers after another failed miserably, this book became universally recognized as unsalvageable. It’s not a story with plot holes—it’s a mess of plot holes with some story sprinkled in.]

[Wait, so what happened then?]

[Then… parenting influencers took over. (Facepalm)]

Yes, as the serious transmigrators gave up, those who remained in Genius Baby’s section were… children.

Some of them signed up voluntarily, but most were enrolled by their parents, bewildered and unaware of what they’d gotten into.

Despite its nonsense plot and dogshit writing, Genius Baby at Three and a Half had one redeeming feature—plenty of dramatic, heartwarming moments centered around the baby. Perfect for parents to showcase their kids and pave the way for future child stars.

And the lack of logic? Even better. It gave the little ones more opportunities to display their cuteness, innocence, and charm.

At first, it happened by accident.

Years ago, a three-year-old girl was mistakenly sent into the challenge. But her adorable expressions and reactions shone like a beacon amidst the brain-rotting chaos. She went viral overnight, attracting fans and media attention.

Though she failed the challenge, by the time it ended, she had become the hottest child star in the Multiverse Livestream Room, with agencies scrambling to sign her.

This opened a floodgate of opportunity.

After all, no matter where you are, there will always be an audience for adorable babies.

[(Shrugs) Personally, I always complain about how stupid the plot is, but every time a new challenge starts, I still click in. The babies are just too cute!!!]

[+1. After a long, exhausting day at work, watching these little ones struggle through the nonsense storyline is surprisingly healing.]

[Oh… I get it now.]

And so, what was once an irrelevant, outdated melodramatic novel found itself revived by an entirely unexpected demographic.

Parents were eager to send their kids in. Viewers were happy to watch them. The soothing, wholesome atmosphere became its own appeal.

…And against all odds, this utterly ridiculous novel thrived.

A masterclass in repurposing trash.

Even the Multiverse Livestream Room silently approved, introducing new features that encouraged the baby challengers to showcase their cuteness and wit.

Over time, Genius Baby at Three and a Half developed its own unique ecosystem—an impenetrable bubble where outsiders couldn’t get in, and insiders never wanted to leave.

As the new season of the Transmigrating into a Novel Challenge opened, hundreds of thousands of returning viewers eagerly clicked into the section, hoping to find their next favorite baby to fawn over.

No one could have predicted that the Genius Baby at Three and a Half section was about to undergo an earth-shattering change.

Aside from the already famous child stars with built-in fan bases, veteran viewers had a habit of scouting for hidden gems—unknown, ordinary kids who had joined the challenge.

Unlike trained influencer kids, these unpolished children often had more spontaneous and authentic reactions, making them even more entertaining to watch.

Suddenly, a viewer stumbled upon a new livestream and was immediately captivated:

[Aaaaah, I just found the cutest little one! Their looks are off the charts—those big round eyes, those chubby little arms and legs, and that serious little grown-up expression… Too adorable! Aunties, come take a look! [Link]]

[Cute? Pfft, this isn’t just some parent hyping up their own kid again, is it—wait, holy crap, this one is actually adorable! Their looks are unreal!]

[Let me see for myself.]

[This baby’s name is so unique!]

Most parents chose endearing nicknames for their babies to boost their cuteness factor—things like Xuanxuan, Little Glutinous Rice, or Abby.

But this ridiculously good-looking “baby” was different.

Displayed clearly in the livestream title were four simple words: “Happy Little Blue.”

Among all the cutesy, doubled-up names, this one stood out like a sore thumb.

[Whatever, as long as they’re cute, who cares!]

Eager to bask in the baby’s adorableness, viewers rushed into the livestream.

At this moment, none of them realized they were stepping onto a path of no return…

*

Genius Baby at Three and a Half Dimension

It was a nursery.

The room wasn’t large, but soft mats covered the floor, and plush toys were scattered everywhere—tiny dolphins, little dinosaurs, panda bears, and more.

“Baby, drink your milk and go to sleep,” a gentle hand patted Jian Yunlan’s head. “You have to sleep early if you want to grow taller. Come, Daddy will tell you a story—Snow White. A long, long time ago…”

At the same time, a robotic voice echoed in his ears.

As if detecting a sudden spike in its host’s adrenaline, the system’s mechanical voice kindly provided a summary:

[Synopsis: The Tyrant CEO’s Priceless Runaway Wife: Genius Baby at Three and a Half is a melodramatic romance novel filled with angst, breakups, and heartwarming reconciliation. He—Ye Qingquan—was once the beloved canary in the palm of the Beijing elite, Huo Ye. In the fifth year of their relationship, Ye Qingquan received a pregnancy test result confirming his condition. At the same time, news arrived that Huo Ye had decided to marry his childhood sweetheart, Mu Mingqiu.]

[“Baby, I’m sorry. You were born without a father.” Ye Qingquan gently stroked his belly…]

[Would you like to access the full details of The Tyrant CEO’s Priceless Runaway Wife: Genius Baby at Three and a Half? Yes/No]

Like always, Jian Yunlan instinctively reached out to tap “No”—

But… he couldn’t.

Jian Yunlan: “?”

He struggled to open his eyes, using all his might.

The first thing he saw was… a pair of hands.

Tiny, chubby hands—short, soft, and pudgy, barely able to grasp anything properly.

…These were his hands?

How the hell was he supposed to flip a wok with these?!

Jian Yunlan stared blankly at the mirror in front of him.

The child in the reflection stared blankly back.

A round, baby-fat face, big black grape-like eyes, a tiny tuft of naturally wavy hair sticking up, and a pair of suspenders—one strap already slipping off his shoulder.

Jian Yunlan hesitantly pinched his own cheek.

The little boy in the mirror mimicked his actions, pinching his own cheek as well.

“Owww.”

The voice that escaped his lips was soft, childish, and sticky-sweet.

Jian Yunlan: “…”

The sky was falling.

“Baby, why are you spacing out?”

Seeing the little boy’s devastated expression, Ye Qingquan chuckled fondly and gently pinched his nose. “You don’t like the Snow White story? Daddy can tell you another one.”

To have once caught the eye of the most powerful heir in Beijing, Ye Qingquan’s beauty was undeniable.

He had a pair of clear, almond-shaped eyes, fair skin, and a slightly upturned nose, exuding a gentle and refined scholarly aura. In the original novel Genius Baby, he was frequently described as “a warm light that illuminated the heart of Huo Ye, which should have long been frozen.”

Such an aesthetically pleasing protagonist, paired with an adorable and lively toddler—wasn’t this the ultimate heartwarming combination?

Many of the children in the livestreams had already started interacting sweetly with Ye Qingquan.

In one stream, a baby scrunched up their face, pouted pitifully, and burst into tears, prompting Ye Qingquan to quickly scoop them up and comfort them.

In another, a toddler pursed their lips, stretched out their arms, and sweetly called out, “Daddy, hug me~”

Elsewhere, a little one giggled playfully, blinking their big eyes as they played hide-and-seek with Ye Qingquan…

No wonder this drama-filled section was famous for melting hearts with adorable babies.

The audience was completely smitten.

“Baby, is there anything you want?” Ye Qingquan chuckled, patting Jian Yunlan’s head. “Whatever Baby wants, Daddy will say yes—because Baby is the best, best, best, best little angel in the world.”

What kind of reaction would this cute little one, nicknamed “Little Blue,” have?

With doting smiles, the audience turned their attention to the newly discovered livestream.

Onscreen, the unbelievably adorable boy was staring down at his own hands, as if deep in thought. His tiny face shifted from confusion to determination, his serious little expression forming a stark contrast with his soft and cuddly appearance.

The viewers clutched their faces, bracing themselves for an overwhelming dose of cuteness.

Then, the little boy’s eyes curved into a sweet, angelic smile—so heart-meltingly pure that it could make anyone swoon.

The audience nearly died from the sheer adorableness of that smile.

The boy opened his mouth.

He was going to say something! The viewers clutched their chests, their heart rates spiking in anticipation as they leaned in to listen.

And then, in the next second—

With his big, bright eyes wide open, the little boy enunciated clearly, in the cutest baby voice:

“I want to set up a street stall.”

Ye Qingquan: “?”

Audience: “Aaaaaaah, so cute! He actually wants to set up a st—”

Audience: “…”

Audience: “Wait, hold up???”

*

Jian Yunlan’s smart wristwatch vibrated—it was a pop-up notification from the God of Cooking app:

[Congratulations! You have completed the main quest: “Street Stall at Longteng Summer Camp.”]

[You have a new mission reward to claim!]

[You have received a limited-time item: [A Sentence That Anyone Will Unconditionally Believe] x1]

[Note: As a three-and-a-half-year-old genius baby, how can Blue complete such a challenging street stall task? Let Uncle Chef lend you a helping hand (covers face)~ Every day, Blue can choose one sentence, and this sentence will have magical powers—no matter how absurd it sounds, anyone who hears it will believe it completely.]

[Usage Guide: To activate this item, simply add “Do you believe me?” at the end of the sentence.]

[Main Quest: For six days, before 2 PM each afternoon, set up a stall across from ‘Bamboo Garden Private Kitchen,’ the place protagonist Huo Ye frequents, and sell 20 roast ducks daily at a price of 100 yuan per portion.]

[You have received: [Professional Roast Duck Oven] x1]

[You have received: [Complete Guide to Roast Duck] x1]

[Do you accept this main quest? Accept/Decline]

Without hesitation, Jian Yunlan extended his chubby thumb and decisively tapped Accept.

A roast duck stall—this was perfect timing!

Roast duck seemed like a complex dish, but as long as he could buy pre-cleaned ducks, the process became much simpler.

The general steps were just scalding the skin, brushing on glaze, seasoning, air-drying, and then roasting—watching the heat carefully would be the key. At most, he’d need to prepare some scallions, cucumber strips, and sauce for serving.

Unlike selling fried rice or spicy hot pot, which required constant cooking and movement, selling roast duck was much less labor-intensive. The hardest part was preparing the ducks in advance—once the stall was set up, all he had to do was pack and serve whole ducks.

In the nursery, while Ye Qingquan was distracted, Jian Yunlan reached out and pinched the leg of a wooden stool.

Crack.

The stool leg snapped under his tiny fingers.

Audience: “???”

“My natural strength is still here!” The little boy’s black grape-like eyes lit up with excitement. “That makes things much easier…”

For most kids, the biggest obstacle to setting up a stall was their physical strength. But it seemed that while his body had shrunk, his superhuman strength remained intact.

Even better, the God of Cooking system had customized everything for him—not only had it modified the three-wheeled cart into a child-friendly version, but it had also provided a professional-grade roast duck oven. The oven was installed directly onto the cart, resembling a large metal barrel with a compartment for burning wood, capable of roasting 10 to 20 ducks at a time.

Having confirmed all the details, Jian Yunlan felt at ease.

So what if he had turned into a three-year-old?

Nothing was going to stop him from setting up his stall!

Let’s go, roast duck—full speed ahead!

*

Inside the Apartment.

Ever since three hours ago, when little Blue (a.k.a Lanlan) had uttered the words, “I want to set up a street stall,” everything… had changed.

Ye Qingquan stared blankly at his three-and-a-half-year-old son.

As a single father, Ye Qingquan had always felt guilty toward his child—if he hadn’t insisted on going abroad while pregnant, this child could have been born as the eldest grandson of the Huo family, with a silver spoon in his mouth, showered with endless love and privilege.

But upon hearing that Huo Ye and his ‘white moonlight,’ Mu Mingqiu, were about to be engaged, Ye Qingquan found himself unable to stay by Huo Ye’s side any longer, so he had made a hasty decision to leave.

It was his own selfishness that had deprived his son of a life of wealth and status.

So, ever since Lanlan was born, Ye Qingquan had done his best to give him everything—if Lanlan wanted the stars, he wouldn’t settle for just the moon. He was afraid to let him suffer even the slightest hardship.

Ye Qingquan asked himself honestly—over these past three years, had he ever let Lanlan endure even a little bit of difficulty?

From a young age, Lanlan had demonstrated intelligence far beyond children his age.

He started speaking at five months old, could do basic arithmetic by eight months, and by one and a half, he was proficient with simple computer software. When he took an IQ test abroad at the age of two, he scored an astonishing 180.

Up until now, Lanlan’s skill tree had been heavily invested in computer programming.

Many people told Ye Qingquan that he was an incredibly lucky parent—to have such a smart and gifted child. They urged him to nurture Lanlan’s abilities and help him reach his full potential.

Because of this, Ye Qingquan cut back on his own expenses to hire the best nanny and even rented a small villa with a yard, just so Lanlan could get plenty of sunlight and grow up strong and healthy.

So why…

…had things turned out like this???

Ye Qingquan’s gaze grew increasingly dazed as he looked at the scene in the yard—

The space that was supposed to be for a little boy to play and bask in the sun… was now occupied by an iron rod.

Hanging from that iron rod, neatly lined up, were twenty ducks.

A small boy stood there holding a metal basin, carefully pouring hot water over the ducks, one by one.

Wherever the hot water touched, the duck skin immediately puffed up, the pores tightened, and the surface became smooth and glossy.

The little boy’s movements were far too practiced.

…So practiced that it seemed almost unnatural.

Ye Qingquan couldn’t help but rub his eyes. His brain felt oxygen-deprived, and a wave of dizziness washed over him.

“Lanlan, you must be tired,” Ye Qingquan finally stepped forward, his voice hesitant. “Daddy will carry you inside to res—”

“Please be quiet!” The little boy frowned, his baby voice serious. “I need to concentrate. This step is very important.”

Ye Qingquan: “…”

Dazed, Ye Qingquan slowly retreated back under the eaves.

And continued watching the utterly surreal scene unfold—

Before his eyes, the little boy picked up a brush with expert ease.

Beside him sat a large ceramic basin, originally meant for planting flowers, but now forcibly repurposed. Inside was a golden liquid—a mixture of honey and warm water, carefully prepared for creating the perfect crispy duck skin.

Dipping the brush into the mixture, the little boy meticulously drizzled the liquid from top to bottom while evenly spreading it across the duck skin.

—This step might seem simple, but it was actually crucial. The crispiness and appearance of the duck skin depended on precise ingredient ratios and an even coating. Only then would the final product be perfectly golden and irresistibly crispy.

After meticulously brushing all twenty ducks, the little boy wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Under the sunlight, his soft, cherubic face beamed with a humble and hardworking smile—like a true man of the people.

Ye Qingquan: “…”

Audience: “…………”

This is too much!!!

“Baby,” Ye Qingquan, utterly overwhelmed, finally asked, “Did your kindergarten teacher… teach you all these steps?”

“You’re telling me that first grade kindergarten has a hands-on extracurricular activity for ‘setting up a street stall to sell roast duck’???”

Hearing this, the little boy’s movements paused.

Jian Yunlan’s brain whirred at full speed.

The next second, he looked up at Ye Qingquan and flashed a sweet, innocent smile.

“Of course! The kindergarten teacher specifically instructed us—‘setting up a stall to sell roast duck’ is a week-long practical activity. We have to sell twenty ducks per day for it to count.”

For a moment, Ye Qingquan couldn’t even process whether a three-and-a-half-year-old should be able to say words as advanced as extracurricular practical activity.

Then, after a slight pause, the little boy’s expression suddenly turned a little… pitiful.

His big, round eyes became misty as he tugged on Ye Qingquan’s sleeve.

“…Do you believe me?”

Boom!

A direct hit.

Ye Qingquan clutched his chest, nearly breathless.

T-t-too… too cute!!!

A foolish grin spread across his elegant and beautiful face as he rolled up his sleeves. “Of course, Daddy absolutely believes in you! Whatever my baby wants to do, Daddy will support you! Baby, how can Daddy help?”

Without hesitation, the little boy confidently and skillfully assigned tasks. “Then you can cut the scallions and cucumber into strips.”

“Alright! Daddy guarantees to cut them perfectly!” Ye Qingquan grabbed a kitchen knife and started chopping away on the cutting board.

As he sliced the cucumbers, he couldn’t help but think dotingly:

If Lanlan wants to set up a stall to sell roast duck, then let him try. I’ll just secretly keep an eye on him.

After all, this is Beijing—there’s no shortage of amazing roast duck shops.

Forget the famous high-end restaurants—like Zhu Yuan, where their roast duck is worth a fortune—even the ordinary street stalls hide incredible talents.

Could a three-and-a-half-year-old child really make delicious roast duck and turn it into a successful business?

Impossible.

Once he realizes he can’t sell the ducks, Lanlan will probably give up and come home to quietly bask in the sun and listen to stories…

Ye Qingquan sighed internally.