A Slacker Picks Vegetables

Chapter 32

"I was wondering why this guy looked so familiar. He's Li Wenchuan!"

"???"

"!!!"

"Damn, has Li Wenchuan fallen so low that he's selling goods now?"

"Oh my god, is he really that miserable?"

"Sell with confidence, Chuan-baby. Mommy will always be with you."

The insightful viewers in the livestream finally came to their senses. How could an ordinary amateur possibly have such godlike looks... Or perhaps Li Wenchuan was simply too unknown. Even if he had been popular before, it had never lasted.

He had also trended before because his family was poor. He might be selling goods on the show now, but who could say he wasn't preparing a backup plan?

This celebrity was so poor!

Comments like that flooded the screen. Some people also asked, hadn't they said Li Wenchuan had a relative who was the richest man in Africa? And that he had an inheritance to claim?

Viewers immediately fired back. "You actually dare believe such idiotic nonsense? Do you not have a brain?"

"That backstory is way too ridiculous. You might as well tell me Li Wenchuan is the eldest young master of the Li family's Dragon Soaring Group!"

"+1. It's seriously absurd."

Li Mingyu sat in a spacious office, reclining in a custom-made executive chair. As he read the comments on his tablet, the furrow between his brows only deepened. Some people were even suspecting it was another one of Li Wenchuan's publicity stunts.

"Dad, I told you your method wouldn't work. Look, it's all negative feedback." What normal person would believe that fair-skinned Li Wenchuan had an uncle in Africa?

Li Zhengyuan shot him a sidelong glance, making no effort to hide the disdain in his eyes. He pointed at the scrolling comments on the screen. "That's because poverty limits the imagination of commoners like them."

As if you were some superior caste.

"They will never be able to imagine just how rich we are or how well we know how to have fun."

For grape juice like Lafite, they would stomp on the boxes while opening them and drink straight from the bottle.

Please, stop saying this kind of overbearing CEO nonsense in such a righteous and grand tone.

He had no doubt his father was capable of saying something crazy like, "At dawn, make everyone who posted those comments go bankrupt."

There was a good chance it was because his romance with his mother had followed the old-school melodramatic route of "the CEO's contract lover," making both of them exceptionally good at acting.

Speaking of his family, their story was both simple and complicated.

Li Zhengyuan and Li Wenchuan's mother had entered into a business marriage. After having a son, they divorced by mutual agreement. But because they did not want young Li Wenchuan's childhood to be exposed to the public, they continued living together while each did their own thing.

That was why Li Wenchuan's worldview had been shattered for years after learning the truth, and he had run away from home...

Li Mingyu's mother, meanwhile, had been a young, fresh graduate who came to apply for a job at the Li Group but could not do anything at all. That character setup already sounded far from simple.

She could not wear high heels and fell right in front of Li Zhengyuan; she could not pour coffee and spilled an entire cup over Li Zhengyuan's custom suit; she could not work either, and nearly everything she did had to be sent back for revisions!

And yet, Li Zhengyuan had been deeply drawn to a woman like that!

One pursued while the other fled. One forcefully signed a contract, while the other cried, saying, "You may have my body, but you'll never have my heart."

Li Mingyu rubbed his temples irritably. If he did not have a meeting soon, he would have wanted to rake his hands through his hair. He was probably the only normal person in this family. He was truly exhausted.

"Dad, instead of doing all this, why not have my brother come home?"

The words struck straight at the heart of the matter. Li Zhengyuan's entire bearing immediately weakened, and he leaned back in his chair, finally looking like an ordinary middle-aged father.

"Later, you..." He had wanted to say arrange it, but it felt a little awkward. "Go contact your brother."

Thanks to this livestream, Li Wenchuan gained quite a few more fans and even trended again—Li Wenchuan was so poor that he had started livestreaming to sell goods.

Some people watched with amusement, while others found it irritating. Why was this Li Wenchuan trending every day and taking up public resources?

The sales this time were also extremely impressive. The spending power of netizens was truly enormous.

People these days liked food that was natural, fresh, green, and pollution-free. They had seen the environment of Shangyang Village, and they had also seen Li Wenchuan eat the food directly without any cuts in the footage. Naturally, they felt completely reassured. They only hoped they would not be disappointed when the delivery arrived.

The day had felt especially fulfilling. To thank them, Uncle Zhang even paid them extra.

After that, they threw themselves into picking and packaging water chestnuts, and their entire afternoon was arranged.

Li Wenchuan and Jiang Hansheng successfully got a new tank of liquefied gas, bought a mosquito net, and returned home carrying a bulging bag of Hand-Blue Mushrooms.

They placed Coo Coo outside the main hall and used straw they had gotten from Uncle Zhang's house to build a simple chicken coop.

Coo Coo belonged to Grandpa Chen. They had originally planned to buy her by weight at market price, but Grandpa Chen said the dried mushrooms from his family had sold quite well today, so this money could offset the cost. They still had more than two hundred chickens anyway.

"Sleep here for now. Later, come back with me. I'll give you a bath and buy you a more comfortable nest." Li Wenchuan stroked the fine, soft feathers around her neck.

He turned to Jiang Hansheng. "I'll handle the mushrooms. Go pick some bok choy from the garden, then cut a bunch of grapes."

The sunset was a bold purplish red, staining the two of them with something almost intimate. As if possessed, Jiang Hansheng reached out and hooked a finger beneath Li Wenchuan's nose.

"There's a bead of sweat," he said.

It was merely an excuse for his involuntary action.

Li Wenchuan touched the tip of his nose and gave a soft "Ah" in response. He did not know how to answer, so he gripped the plastic bag in his hand tighter. "I'll go wash the mushrooms."

"Mm." Jiang Hansheng took the basket and headed for the garden, calm and casual as though he had done nothing.

Li Wenchuan entered the kitchen, poured some water, and dumped all the Hand-Blue Mushrooms into the basin in one go.

He had not paid much attention to his nose before, but now he could feel the change in temperature after entering the room. It was cool, the same chilly temperature as that person's fingers.

Once he calmed down, he began washing the mushrooms. It was mostly just dirt, so it was fairly easy.

Even if he had never eaten pork, he had at least seen pigs run. After slicing them, he boiled them in the pot, fished them out after a while to drain, then deep-fried them in oil. Finally, he stir-fried them with chili peppers and meat.

The bubbling sound of water was especially conspicuous in the quiet house. The rising steam brushed against the tip of his nose, hot when it touched him and cold when it left, like the feeling of a hand.

Damn it, why was he thinking about that again?

Seeing that the time was up, he quickly fished out the mushrooms and set them aside to drain.

Just then, Jiang Hansheng came back with the vegetables and asked in surprise, "They're ready?"

"More or less." Li Wenchuan glanced at the vegetable basket. "That little?"

Jiang Hansheng looked at it. "That's quite a lot."

"It's not enough. Leafy greens wilt once they go into the pot, and then there'll only be a tiny bit left." Li Wenchuan took out the grapes. "Wash the grapes first. I'll go pick some more from the vegetable garden." And take a look at the other vegetables while he was at it.

Jiang Hansheng did not understand these things, but he would do whatever Li Wenchuan said. "Forget it, I'll go instead."

"It's fine. I'll check out the other vegetables too." As he spoke, he headed outside.

Jiang Hansheng could only obediently wash the grapes. They were still covered with paper bags to keep birds away, and when he opened them, the grapes were very clean. Once he was done, he noticed the mushrooms on the table.

Today, he had heard Su Mingwei and the others say that these mushrooms were exceptionally delicious, so he picked up a small piece with his chopsticks and tasted it.

It really did taste good.