Salty Fish Kitchen

Chapter 187

Li Wenchuan felt tired. Netizens always managed to surprise him.

The trending-topic comments were filled with unrestrained "hahahahas." He closed his eyes and set his phone aside, feeling that they were far too noisy.

In the world concocted by readers, his son had become a world-class hacker who built his own assassin empire, while his daughter could transform seventy-two ways and communicate with spirits. Every one of them looked exactly like Jiang Hansheng.

Good heavens, Li Wenchuan's mouth twitched. Exactly alike—did that mean the kind of copy-and-paste he was thinking of?

He glanced at Jiang Hansheng and immediately felt a chill run through him. He could not imagine two little children with Jiang Hansheng's face calling him Dad. He would rather be sent to meet an actual ghost.

His shoulders trembled, drawing Jiang Hansheng's attention. "What's wrong?"

He had just paid the author, and he was quite satisfied with the numbers. He had also gathered some material on his phone. Given time, he would definitely become the greatest editor in the Cold River CP community, and everyone would look up to him for sweet moments.

But Li Wenchuan's expression made it seem as though Jiang Hansheng had been exposed.

His tone was somewhat unnatural. "Is breakfast not good?"

"No. I just don't have much of an appetite after getting up." Li Wenchuan ate his bread expressionlessly. It was all ready-made food anyway—bread went into the toaster, eggs went into boiling water. It required absolutely no skill, and it was not particularly tasty either.

The instant soy milk tasted decent, but he still felt that life should not be like this.

Just then, He Meng sent him a message, saying that a variety show wanted to invite him.

Jiang Hansheng cleared away the dishes. "Got work?"

Li Wenchuan nodded.