Chapter 7 Meow meow meow

Live broadcast room of all worlds.

After the "Paranoia Monopoly" dimension is opened, there is a small progress bar at the top of each live broadcast room, called "Degree of plot cracking".

Prior to this, the plot cracking level in Jian Yunlan's live broadcast room had remained at 0%.

But just after he "forced" Ning Sheng to peel shrimps for a whole day and "extremely insulted" Ning Sheng by giving him 50,000 yuan -

His plot cracking level bar slowly advanced by 5%!

It immediately entered the list of the top 100 plot crackers!

Although it's just hanging on the tail.

Before this, the audience was worried every day that he would be eliminated within a week. Although he is only 5% now, there is still a gap from the weekly target of 15%...

[This is unscientific no matter how you think about it! 】

[The lucky anchor next door, relying on his super koi physique + hard work + knowing the original plot by heart, is number one on the plot cracking list, but he has barely managed to crack 13%...]

[=口= I pushed from 0 to 5 in just a few hours. I'm afraid I'm not dreaming.]

Of course, this kind of blind cat catching a dead mouse scenario has happened before.

In the previous session, there was a challenger who ran rampant in the plot and accidentally hit the jackpot, suddenly pushing the plot forward by more than 20% at the end of the first week.

At that time, everyone thought it was a miracle that the copy of "Paranoia Monopoly" was finally going to be conquered.

But two weeks later, the lucky challenger was eliminated because his cracking progress did not meet the requirements.

So, the situation of Jian Yunlan should be the same...

Bar……

The audience sincerely hopes so.

If it weren’t for this, the other anchors would probably become autistic!

After Jian Yunlan’s live broadcast room was listed, many new viewers were attracted and looked at this “dark horse” live broadcast room curiously.

The number of spectators more than doubled in an instant, reaching the two thousand mark.

[New viewer, this anchor is so handsome! Crouched down]

[The host suddenly pushed so many plots, he must have some outstanding qualities. I am looking forward to it. Is his interaction with Ning Sheng cute and sweet? 】

[Hey, hey, hey, new fans are here, come and see what treasures I found on the list. Old fans are here to catch up, what route is this anchor taking?]

Looking at the innocent and simple new audiences, the old audiences fell silent.

Thinking of themselves who were equally naive and ignorant a few days ago, everyone silently lit a cigarette.

——New friends, you don’t know yet, but there is an abyss in front of you!

As a new anchor, Jian Yunlan did not have a live broadcast room super administrator or fan club, but many old viewers spontaneously posted welcome messages:

【（Love）（Flowers）（Waves）Simple and simple, blue sky and white clouds, we will walk together all the way! ! 】

[Click to follow and join the fan club. Every day there will be handsome anchors online (love) and walking (love) plots (love). Super exciting interactions and extreme tension will make people secrete adrenaline and saliva together! 】

[It’s worth investing now!] (Light sign) (Light sign)]

——Once you’re here, don’t even think about leaving.

The more injured people, the better.

The old audience thought bitterly.

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After seeing off the male model group, the time quickly came to half past six.

While the male models were busy cleaning the shrimps, Jian Yunlan was also busy preparing ingredients, kneading dough, wrapping wontons, and making soup.

Today's menu is seaweed and shrimp wontons.

He got up early in the morning and went to the seafood market to pick out the freshest shrimps. Because peeling the shrimps and removing the threads was a lot of work, he even hired help.

And now, all preparations for setting up the stall are ready.

Getting on the tricycle, Jian Yunlan set off on time.

The weather today is not very good.

Just when I was halfway through the ride, there was a loud bang in the sky and it started to rain lightly.

“It’s raining!”

"Run, there's a mall ahead where you can hide."

The crowd dispersed.

Jian Yunlan was in a dilemma. His tricycle was a simple tricycle given by the Kitchen God System. Although it had a canopy, it could not withstand the slanting raindrops.

He had to stop halfway, take out a transparent waterproof sheet, and start covering the pots, kitchen utensils and food.

At this moment, a Red Flag car slowly stopped on the side of the road.

Professor Wang rolled down the window, looked out at Jian Yunlan who was protecting the dining car, and asked gently, "Young man, do you need help?"

Professor Wang is a doctoral supervisor at the School of Computer Science at Peking University, an academician, and one of the leading figures in his field.

Seeing Jian Yunlan riding a tricycle in the rain instantly reminded him of his youth.

Professor Wang came from a poor mountain village. He had no money to go to school at that time. In order to make a living, he could only push a snack stall out to sell food every day and make good use of his free time to study.

Then I took the college entrance examination, worked hard, and served the country, and my life gradually became very different.

But he never forgot those difficult days.

Therefore, when he saw Jian Yunlan riding a tricycle and scrambling to shield herself from the rain on a rainy day, he automatically imagined the following story:

The young man was diligent and studious, but due to his poor family background, he had to drop out of school early and set up a stall to support his family. Because of his thirst for knowledge, he only set up a stall near Beijing University, hoping that he could be admitted to that top university one day...

How touching and how tear-jerking.

Therefore, without waiting for Jian Yunlan to speak, Professor Wang volunteered to get out of the car and asked the students in the car to get off and help Jian Yunlan cover the waterproof cloth.

With the concerted efforts of several people, the waterproof sheet was quickly put up, and not a single drop of rain drifted into the wonton.

"Thank you!" Jian Yunlan was touched, "You are such a good person."

Because of helping, Professor Wang's suit got wet and his shoes were splashed with mud, but he just waved his hand and said, "I'm just an ordinary academician passing by."

Jian Yunlan: "..."

Okay, even though no one asked you.

"Young man, where are you going to set up your stall?" Professor Wang looked at him lovingly.

"The south gate of Beijing University."

really! Professor Wang thought, it was exactly the same as he guessed.

He has worked at Peking University for decades, from a student to a professor, and he knows the appetites of Peking University students very well. Jian Yunlan set up a stall at the south gate, but I guess the business won’t be very good.

Maybe you won’t be able to sell a bowl of wontons the whole day.

Professor Wang said with some concern: "I'll go too. It just so happens that I didn't have dinner today and I'm hungry."

Hearing him say "I'm hungry", Jian Yunlan's eyes suddenly lit up and sparkled: "I'll just give you one."

He wouldn't allow anyone to go hungry in front of him!

Professor Wang: “…”

This kid is so stubborn. Can't you see that he just wants to help him and doesn't really want to eat?

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll follow you to your stall." said Professor Wang.

Jian Yunlan said "Oh".

He hesitated and said slowly: "Then you may have to wait in line."

Professor Wang laughed inwardly.

queue? At the south gate? What a joke.

This child is really optimistic.

Professor Wang asked the driver to follow Jian Yunlan and drive slowly towards the south gate of Peking University, and then...

Professor Wang opened his eyes wide and looked out the window in disbelief.

——Although it was raining heavily, there were already twenty or thirty people queuing up at the place where Jian Yunlan set up his stall.

There are students, security guards, and office workers.

Professor Wang even saw his own doctoral student, who was always serious and hardworking, in the team.

Seeing the tricycle coming, everyone cheered and smiled happily:

"Boss, you're here!"

"It's raining today, and we were worried that you wouldn't come..."

"What wontons are you having today? I'm hungry."

"Boss, are you limiting the purchase to two today too? Or limit it to one. I've been queuing for two or three days and still can't get a meal."

Many condemning eyes were cast at the person who said the purchase limit was one copy.

Two portions aren't enough to begin with, and now someone's making things worse!

Jian Yunlan greeted them with a smile and announced that today each person is still limited to buying two portions, but they cannot buy two portions at the same time. If they finish one portion, they have to queue up again to buy the second one.

This is also done so that more people can eat it.

After that, he asked Professor Wang: "Are you sure you don't need me to get you a separate copy?"

Looking at the people queuing, Professor Wang looked very confused.

There’s a queue at the snack stand at the south gate?

And from what they said, there will also be purchase restrictions? ? !

He has been at Peking University for decades, and this is simply unheard of.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Jian Yunlan was also a little different.

“I’m in line too.”

Professor Wang waved his hand, took his umbrella, and walked to the end of the line.

If you say you will support someone, you must support them to the end.

It was definitely not because he was a little curious about what the wontons that had so many people queuing up to buy tasted like...

Professor Wang joined the team.

At the front of the team, doctoral student Han Lin felt a little uneasy.

She is the group leader of the "Peking University School of Planning and Design Algorithm Discussion Group". After seeing Li Mingxi's message in the group yesterday, she immediately went to the south gate and was lucky enough to buy a bowl of bone soup wontons.

The wontons were so delicious. Although she came here to solve the algorithm problem, after eating the wontons, she had no other thoughts and just wanted to eat more and more.

I felt a little distracted the whole day.

Because it is approaching the final week, everyone in the group is working hard on their own exam questions and assignments. Many group members have made an appointment to eat wontons together today. Of course, the main purpose is to ask algorithm questions.

"I want to ask about this data structure..."

"I have never been able to understand the binary tree traversal algorithm."

"I wonder if the boss writes Java or Python, or C++?"

Most of these children who were discussing issues excitedly came late yesterday and missed out on food.

For people like Han Lin who have eaten wontons, all the codes and computers are forgotten.

As long as she can eat wontons, she will die without regrets! ! !

In addition to their group of algorithm students, there was another group of girls from the School of Mechanical Engineering in the team.

The female students from the School of Mechanical Engineering are here to admire her looks.

When Jian Yunlan appeared on a tricycle, his forehead hair was wet by the rain, and he had an unusual kind of fragile beauty. The young ladies took out their phones and took a lot of photos.

What is a beauty to behold! This is called beauty is a feast to the eyes!

Although Han Lin also liked Jian Yunlan's appearance, it was not that exaggerated.

Her personality in the laboratory has always been aloof and focused on studying. She didn't want anyone to find out that she was secretly arranging a snack stand.

Until ten minutes ago, she had been safe.

...Until Professor Wang appeared.

Why is her mentor here?

Can this world ever be better? ! !

I wanted to relax and buy some snacks to heal myself, but I saw my ruthless mentor in the team. It was too heartbreaking.

Professor Wang obviously noticed her and waved to her at the end of the line.

Han Lin smiled awkwardly.

Now she faced a critical problem:

In front of you are wontons that are within your reach.

Behind her is her mentor who holds the power of life and death over her.

Should she give up her seat to her mentor…?

In the team, Professor Wang exudes the natural pressure of a doctoral supervisor.

Han Lin trembled and tentatively sent a message on WeChat:

"Director Wang, how about you come to the front of the line? I can just go to the back."

Professor Wang replied modestly: “No need.”

A big stone in Han Lin's heart finally fell.

She turned off her phone and waited intently.

On the other side, Professor Wang, who was waiting for Han Lin to ask a second time before "reluctantly" accepting her proposal to change seats, said: "..."

Why don’t you ask anymore?

Professor Wang didn't know that just asking this question made Han Lin's heart bleed.

In order to queue up, she came in the rain half an hour early!

——Sincerity is valuable, but delicious food is more valuable.

After Jian Yunlan arrived, the line at the snack stand moved forward, but each wonton took five minutes to cook, so Professor Wang had to wait in line for a long time before it was his turn.

"An order of shrimp wontons."

"Okay."

Jian Yunlan deftly put the wontons into the pot.

Five minutes later, a serving of steaming shrimp wontons was handed to Professor Wang.

Many students around me had already eaten. They gathered in groups of two or three, holding umbrellas. They made hissing sounds from the heat, but at the same time they exclaimed with great joy:

“It’s delicious!”

"I have no regrets in my death..."

"People live for this kind of food."

Professor Wang looked at the crowd and then at the wontons in his hand.

In the light, the translucent seafood soup base was still bubbling. In the soup base, you could see the fried shrimp shells, which were golden in color. The slowly boiled soup was milky white and extremely delicate.

In the soup, the extremely thin wonton skin tightly wraps the pink shrimp, floating in the seafood soup.

A fresh and mellow fragrance wafts into your nose.

It really looks good.

But…this generation of young people is really making a fuss out of nothing.

Professor Wang thought.

He grew up in an era of material scarcity. The vegetables they grew up on were not sprayed with pesticides and the ingredients were the freshest. Over the years, what delicious food has he not eaten?

Just a small bowl of wontons.

Many food stalls now put a lot of MSG and additives in order to retain customers. A bowl of food is full of technology and hard work.

I hope this bowl of wontons doesn’t disappoint him.

Professor Wang held the spoon, gently scooped up a wonton, and put it into his mouth along with the seafood soup.

——The salty, fresh and fragrant seafood soup is slightly hot, and the unique freshness of shrimp spreads in your mouth. You can taste the fried shrimp oil, which is warm and appetizing, and the mellow, delicious and delicate soup will wake up the glutton in your stomach and make you cry out with hunger.

The wontons wrapped in the soup are very small, but when you gently bite them, the tender and fresh shrimps come out, extremely chewy and springy, without any fishy smell, only the ultimate deliciousness of the shrimp itself.

Along with the shrimps, you can also chew the seaweed that has absorbed the soup, which is intertwined with the ultimate freshness and fragrance of the shrimps, elevating the delicious taste in your mouth to a higher level.

There were still drizzles in the sky, the cold wind of the autumn night was blowing, and the streets were bustling with people. But this snack stand seemed isolated from the world, warm and quiet, with a dim night light hanging on it. The freshness of seafood soup and shrimps flows in the gentle air...

Here, there is no fast-paced hustle and bustle of the city, only a hardworking snack stall owner and a group of diners immersed in the delicious food.

In such a quiet atmosphere, Professor Wang immersed himself in the healing feeling of the food, eating mouthful after mouthful.

“…”

After finishing this bowl of food and scraping clean the soup bottom, Professor Wang slowly came back to his senses.

The corners of his eyes were slightly moist, with tears streaming down his face...

This is the taste of home!