After buying clothes, the two went to the market, bought groceries for the evening, and brought back a bag of rice.
Ye Sheng sat panting on the chair, sweat trickling down her neck and dampening her school uniform.
The old, worn-out fan creaked and groaned as it stubbornly carried out its duty.
Ye Xiaotian was also enjoying the breeze from the fan while waving a cattail-leaf fan in her hand.
“Sis, I want an old-fashioned popsicle.”
Old-fashioned popsicles cost one yuan each—cheap and delicious.
“I want one too.”
Ye Sheng handed her phone to Ye Xiaotian. There was a small convenience store nearby, and she was familiar with the neighbors in the area, so she wasn’t worried about anything happening to Ye Xiaotian.
Ye Sheng carried the groceries to the kitchen, put the washed rice into the rice cooker, pressed the cook button, and washed and prepared the vegetables she would stir-fry later.
Ye Xiaotian returned with two old-fashioned popsicles and placed the phone on the table.
The two sat together, enjoying their popsicles.
On a hot summer day, nothing was better than an old-fashioned popsicle.
Ye Sheng checked her WeChat balance. Today, Ye Xiaotian’s five sets of clothes, five pairs of underwear, and two pairs of shoes had cost over six hundred yuan, while the bag of rice and some groceries had cost over ninety yuan.
She still had over two thousand yuan left.
Once school started, she could repay her homeroom teacher.
With two days left, she was sure she could earn even more. She was looking forward to the System’s next quest.
After dinner, Ye Sheng and Ye Xiaotian lay in bed.
She was still thinking about the System quest.
[Ding! Random quest refreshed successfully.]
[Quest: Livestream a dish—Spicy Sour Pork Intestines. Sell ten servings via the livestream shopping cart. Reward: 1000 yuan, one lottery draw.]
[Note: Same-city delivery, guaranteed arrival. As long as the address is correct, delivery will be completed within half an hour. Remember to leave a five-star review.]
[Considering the host is not alone, Spicy Sour Pork Intestines have been placed in the System Inventory. Delivery is ready. Please retrieve the dish and start the livestream as soon as possible to complete the quest.]
How thoughtful—the items were already in the System Inventory and could be retrieved anytime.
This quest was also a bit different. Not only did it involve delivery, but the reward also included money.
It was like receiving a pillow just as she was about to fall asleep.
She had been thinking about the System quest when the System refreshed the quest, and there was no time limit, meaning she could start the livestream whenever she wanted.
However, what was the significance of the five-star review mentioned in the note?
She asked the System but received no response.
It seemed this System wasn’t like the intelligent, conversational ones in novels.
Ye Sheng tried again.
[System?]
[I’m here.]
She asked other questions, but the System remained silent.
It only responded when triggered by specific keywords.
Ye Sheng opened her personal information.
[Name: Ye Sheng.]
[Age: 18.]
[Livestreaming Quests: 1/2. (1 completed, 1 pending.)]
[Physique: 7.9. (Max 10.)]
[Stamina: 8.3. (Max 10.)]
[Appearance: 9.0. (Max 10.)]
[Talent: Photographic Memory.]
[Five-Star Review Progress: 0/10.]
Huh?
There was a five-star review progress bar in her personal information. She wondered what would happen once she reached ten reviews.
Overthinking it now was pointless—she’d find out once it was full. The priority now was to start the livestream!
Ye Sheng went to the dining table.
This time, she changed the livestream title: Food Streamer—Spicy Sour Pork Intestines So Delicious It’ll Make You Cry.
She started the livestream, retrieved the Spicy Sour Pork Intestines from the System Inventory, and placed them in front of the camera.
“Lv4. Tu Bieshu (The Most Handsome Guy on the Internet) has entered the livestream.”
“Level 2. Yang Xiaxing has entered the livestream.”
“Level 3. Ge Tianjiujun has entered the livestream.”
“Level 10. Boss Cao has entered the livestream.”
“Level 41. Young Master Yang has entered the livestream.”
“…”
A series of notification sounds rang out, and familiar usernames flooded into the livestream.
They really loved Ye Sheng’s livestreaming style. The morning stream wasn’t long, but the joy it brought them was genuine.
They hadn’t expected her to go live again in the afternoon.
They came as soon as they could.
Livestream viewer count: 25+
Ye Sheng grinned: “Welcome home, my poor family! Chongqing folks, you’re in luck. See that little shopping cart icon below?”
“Just tap your finger to place an order. Same-city delivery, mission guaranteed. Take home some sour and spicy pork intestines.”
“Not 998, just 9.8! You won’t get cheated, you won’t get scammed, but if you miss out on these delicious sour and spicy pork intestines, you’ll cry!”
The netizens filled the screen with question marks.
They’d just joined, and the host was already pulling this nonsense.
How audacious! Calling them “poor family”—she knew it, but why say it out loud? Did they have no dignity?
They were about to riot.
“Level 3. Ge Tianjiujun: You think I spoil you too much, huh? Calling me poor? If you don’t explain yourself properly, I’m unfollowing!”
“Level 6. Yuan Sheiqi: I’m out. This host is just a show-off.”
“Level 2. Yang Xiaxing (dead fish eyes): I’ll see how you explain this.”
Xi Yang raised an eyebrow. He wanted to see how the host would try to talk her way out of this. One wrong move, and she could lose a lot of fans.
Ye Sheng clutched her chest, looking hurt: “I genuinely treat you all as family, and you talk to me like this? I’m so heartbroken.”
Squeezing out two tears, she continued.
“Why don’t I call anyone else, only you? It’s because you’re my family!”
“Besides, I’m poor too. You’re my family, so what’s wrong with calling you ‘poor family’?”
Ye Sheng spoke with righteous confidence.
The netizens fell silent, only spamming “666.”
Had they misunderstood her?
She admitted she was poor herself and treated them as her own. Maybe calling them “poor family” wasn’t so bad after all…
Someone couldn’t resist asking.
“Level 2. Mo Chu: What about Young Master Yang? Is he also ‘poor family’?”
This was a Level 41 big shot—there was no way he could be associated with being poor.
Xi Yang stared at the screen, curious to see how the host would explain.
Ye Sheng gave a look of utter disbelief: “What’s in your head? How could Young Master Yang be ‘poor family’? He’s…”
She deliberately dragged out the word “is.”
Hey! She stopped there.
Just messing around!
She picked up a piece of pork intestine with her chopsticks and ate it, making an expression as if it were the most delicious thing ever.
The netizens spammed question marks furiously.
They were about to poke holes in their phones.
They were listening intently, the answer was right on the tip of her tongue, and then!
She stopped talking!!
Leaving them hanging like that, playing games, huh?
It was like eating half a melon—utterly unsatisfying. They were scratching their heads in frustration.
They treated the host as family, and she treated them like fools, huh?!
Fine, fine!
Then don’t blame them for kneeling down and begging her!
Seeing she’d angered the crowd, Ye Sheng quickly tried to smooth things over.
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s all this? Let’s talk this out. Put down that hammer on the left, and that frying pan on the right. Let’s sit down and have a proper chat.”
“Lv2. A Cat in the Night Mansion (gnashing teeth): Who didn’t speak properly first? Now you’re scared!”
“I said I just wanted to eat some chitterlings, would you believe me?”
“Lv4. Tu Bieshu (The Most Handsome Guy Online) (dead-fish eyes): Do you think we’d believe that?”
Ye Sheng stopped messing around.
“Who is Young Master Yang? Young Master Yang is the sugar daddy of us poor folks!”
“Folks, type ‘sugar daddy’ in the chat! Let our sugar daddy see our professional skills!”
Hype!
That’s right, those who’ve tasted the sweetness know.
Young Master Yang is the sugar daddy!