A Slacker Picks a Job

Chapter 28

Jiang Hansheng's eyelids twitched as well, and a lingering fear rose in him. The comfortable life in the city had made him let his guard down. One look was enough to tell that Li Wenchuan had fed the hen quite a few bugs. He was terrified.

Jiang Hansheng: My lifelong reputation had nearly been ruined.

The director had originally planned to divide them into groups for an activity today, creating a competitive atmosphere and handing out lunch supplies based on each group's efforts.

Zhao Shiyao's lack of cooperation made that arrangement impossible, so they had no choice but to change plans at the last minute.

"This morning, you'll need to work for your lunch. The production team will now give each of you one hundred yuan as today's activity fund."

The production team handed everyone a list of tasks they could take on, allowing them to exchange labor for valuable items.

The list included cutting pig grass, feeding pigs, gathering aquatic plants, catching fish, digging wild vegetables... and a series of other very novel activities.

Su Mingwei could not help exclaiming, "So pigs eat grass?"

"Not just grass. Villagers usually mix in some rice and bran too," Li Wenchuan said naturally.

"You know so much. None of this was mentioned in books." Su Mingwei smiled.

Li Wenchuan nodded and said nothing more.

After all, little girl, compulsory education and high school education could not possibly teach you how to feed pigs.

He had seen all of this while traveling in his previous life. Still, this counted as a relatively luxurious way of raising pigs. Pigs fed like this would grow fatter, but poor families could not afford to raise pigs anyway, so there was nothing much to worry about.

Those words did not sound like much, but they meant something different to Xiao Yi and Tang Jingran.

Li Wenchuan had trended before because of his family situation. They had heard that he was rather poor, which was why he had always seemed so carefree and uninhibited before.

Then there was that photo suggesting he had been kept by a wealthy patron, which had vanished from the entire internet in an instant. That meant...

They did not know Li Wenchuan's true identity, so they could only suspect that capital had made a move behind the scenes. Such a huge undertaking... Li Wenchuan really had it hard. It was not easy for the young man to join a variety show.

Xiao Yi patted his shoulder, his expression extremely complicated. He did not look down on people who did that sort of thing. After all, everyone made different choices. It was merely a consensual transaction.

Li Wenchuan: ???

Why did he seem to be sympathizing with me? Did I say something wrong?

He looked toward Tang Jingran, who wore a solemn expression. "It's okay, Wenchuan. We're still friends."

"..."

He did not know what misunderstanding he had caused, but it was better not to explain.

Jiang Hansheng knew about Li Wenchuan's family situation, so he gently changed the subject. "Let's go get breakfast first."

How did the Li Family's eldest young master know how to feed pigs? How interesting.

If Li Wenchuan knew what they were thinking, he would definitely blow up at them one by one. Why were they all so hung up on feeding pigs? Agricultural universities even had majors in postpartum care for sows!

They had gotten up early and fussed around for so long that everyone was hungry. Fortunately, there was a tiny breakfast shop in the village.

They had thought the hen would not come along, but it unexpectedly squatted right by Li Wenchuan's feet, curling itself into a fluffy ball. You people eat. It would take a nap first.

Everyone: This was fucking absurd.

"What are you having?" Jiang Hansheng asked Li Wenchuan.

"A steamer of soup dumplings, a bowl of sweet tofu pudding, and a cup of soy milk."

Tang Jingran looked utterly incredulous. "What? Sweet tofu pudding actually exists in this world?"

As an authentic northerner, he had known only savory tofu pudding since childhood.

It was like how most people, as children, believed the world contained only China and foreign countries, and that there were only Tsinghua University and Peking University to attend. Every day, they would agonize over whether to apply to Tsinghua University or Peking University, only to be knocked out directly by their grades in the end.

Li Wenchuan did not understand his surprise. Although he was also from the north, ever since he had discovered sweet tofu pudding, he had been completely addicted.

Jiang Hansheng thoughtfully added two spoonfuls of white sugar to Li Wenchuan's bowl. Unexpectedly, Li Wenchuan took the sugar jar himself and added four heaping spoonfuls, each one piled into a tiny mountain peak.

"...Wouldn't that be too sweet?" Jiang Hansheng was speechless.

"Wouldn't you get diabetes?" Tang Jingran shuddered.

Li Wenchuan stirred it evenly, took a taste, and started eating breakfast. "No. I think it's just right."

Tang Jingran: Terrifying, QAQ. He was practically walking saccharin.

Leaving everything else aside, how could Li Wenchuan, as an artist, casually eat so much sugar? Even if he had a body that did not gain weight easily, he was not as terrifying as this person.

Su Mingwei was still a young girl, and there was no young girl who did not like sweets. But because she was still growing, she put on weight especially quickly after eating. Her manager had strictly forbidden milk tea, cake, and all similar foods.

Seeing Li Wenchuan like this, she was envious, and tears gradually flowed into her mouth.

"Auntie, I'd like a bowl of sweet tofu pudding too. Please add three spoonfuls of sugar, a large serving," she immediately told the proprietress without hesitation.

Her manager was not around today. It should be fine if she only ate a little, right?

Su Mingwei secretly glanced at Jiang Hansheng. Seeing him merely nod at her, she felt even more reassured.

Carrying her tofu pudding, she sat beside Li Wenchuan. For some reason, when she did something wrong, she instinctively wanted someone to weather the storm with her. Li Wenchuan had eaten far more sugar than she had. If they ate together, she would not feel guilty.

Su Mingwei took small bites of tofu pudding. As expected of me, a master planner.

Jiang Hansheng chose a bowl of clear-broth wontons and soy milk. His irregular work schedule had given him stomach problems, so he could not eat anything too greasy, not even soup dumplings.

The five of them sat around a small table in the shop, chatting from time to time and discussing the upcoming activities. The atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious.

The director's team was muttering to themselves. Was Zhao Shiyao's influence really that great?

After finishing his soup dumplings, while everyone else was already cleaning up, Li Wenchuan ordered another serving of shumai and kept eating without pause.

They discussed the various activities listed above while Li Wenchuan dealt with his shumai.

They began asking about the locations for the activities while Li Wenchuan was still dealing with his shumai.

They frowned, unsure what to do, while Li Wenchuan finally finished his shumai and began drinking soy milk.

It was getting hot, and everyone was getting irritated. After filling his stomach, Li Wenchuan quietly burped.

But he failed to hold back that one burp, and it happened to meet the production team's camera. "Burp—"

There was still a milky-white trace of soy milk at the corner of his lips. Full and satisfied, his eyes were clear and watery, carrying a hint of dazed exhaustion. Together with the obedient hen at his feet, man and chicken complemented each other perfectly in harmony.

Moreover, the camera had captured the entire scene of him cautiously trying to hide himself. He even casually stroked the hen's feathers. Compared to the lively discussion happening beside him, he looked utterly unbusinesslike.

What did he resemble? A salted fish.

All eyes turned toward him, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

"Haha, have you finished discussing things? I'm done eating too." He tried to change the subject.

"..."

How did this person manage to make himself invisible? They had discussed things for so long without even realizing someone had not participated.

Especially since there were several extra empty plates on the table... He really ate a lot.