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  Xiao Yan was already accustomed to Jiang Xi's disregard and was still trying to persuade Jiang Xi to go live streaming, all the way from the coffee shop back to their rental house.

  In the empty corridor, the footsteps of a father and daughter echoed one after another. Jiang Mu opened the door from inside with a ladle in her hand and complained:

  "Lao Jiang, it's getting quite late today."

  "The store is a bit busy." Jiang Xi sniffed his nose, smiled and entered the door, untying his headscarf while asking: "Mom, what delicious dishes are you cooking today? I can smell it from downstairs!"

  The weather hasn't cooled down yet. Although the air conditioner in the coffee shop is on full blast, wearing this thick thing on my head is no different from wearing a quilt in the middle of summer. I couldn't stay outside for long before sweating profusely.

  "Go wash your face quickly, don't get heatstroke."

  "Come out and eat after washing your hands, it's going to get cold soon."

  In less than half a month, the rental house was gradually furnished with many small things. Jiang Mu took great care of them and the room was clean and cozy. After washing his hair, Jiang Xi stretched his waist comfortably and sat down to eat.

  Jiang's father sipped his wine, complaining that the braised shrimp and Dongpo pork were too greasy, but his chopsticks kept picking up food non-stop. Jiang Xi watched as her parents quarreled with their words not matching their actions, and she couldn't help but laugh like a big fool.

  This warm and lively, yet effortless happiness is great.

  Jiang's mother also sat down, picked up a pair of chopsticks and gave Jiang Xi some scallions, then hesitantly said: "Xiao Xi, staying at home for so long isn't a good thing, how about going out to set up a stall and earning some extra money tomorrow? What do you think?"

  Jiang Xi was taken aback, and his chopsticks paused: "What stall?"

  "Street stall, huh." Jiang Mu's mother hastily explained, as if afraid she would be embarrassed: "Didn't our neighbor, Juan's mom, do this every day in the past? I'll go ask her for advice later."

  "Mom, getting up early and working hard from dawn till dusk, those without licenses will be chased by city management at any time and anywhere, it's not worth it, I don't agree."

  Jiang Xi shook his head and said, "Besides, your daughter can also earn some money now. If you're really bored, why not open a Taobao store?"

  She carefully chose her words and said: "Mom's pickled vegetables are the most delicious, otherwise... sell some pickled vegetables? It's also a way to pass the time."

  "This child, how can this be?" Jiang's mother said with a skeptical face: "Pickled vegetables, every household in our Shencheng city makes their own, where is it worth buying?"

  Jiang Xi remembered that in the more than a decade she spent in Sangjia Dam in her previous life, what she missed the most was this dish of pickled vegetables made by her mother. Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried to study it, she couldn't replicate the flavor from back then.

  Sweet, salty, spicy, even without dishes, just stir-frying vegetables is delicious.

  "Mom," Jiang Xi hugged her mother's arm and rubbed it gently: "Just try, Mom. Don't you trust your own daughter? Are you still not confident in your own skills?"

  Jiang Mu had always been very proud of her pickling skills.

  When I lived in the countryside, who didn't know that Jiang Erjia's wife was not only beautiful but also made delicious pickled vegetables? Whenever she took out a new batch of pickles, all the neighbors and relatives would ask for some to taste. But after they moved into town, it gradually stopped.

  "Success!"

  Jiang Mu was coquettishly teased by her daughter, and suddenly felt a surge of pride. With a loud slap on the table, she agreed.

  Jiang's father was speechless, his mouth dry and bitter. Looking at the two women flattering each other, the folds of skin around his eyes sank even deeper.

  But opening a pickle shop isn't urgent for now, there's no computer at home and Jiang Mu is clueless about this stuff, so let's save up some more first before bringing it up again.

  Jiang Xi's mind was preoccupied with his popularity, so he didn't think much of it. It wasn't until he returned to his room and searched online that this old-fashioned man who had been out of touch for twelve years finally understood what live streaming was all about.

  Eating and drinking, singing and dancing, chatting with heaven, there are many local tyrants spending money to support people.

  According to the survey, the host's current appearance is enough to surpass all small flowers in China and abroad. Strive for it, girl!

  Xiao Yin has been reading a lot of Japanese comics lately and is quite enthusiastic about it.

  Jiang Xi furrowed his brow and ignored him.

  I went to Douyu live streaming, randomly clicked on a video of an anchor who was floating red on the homepage, and as soon as I entered, I saw this anchor called "Mumu" pinching her throat and speaking in a coquettish tone, with that pair of breasts being simply heavenly, especially since Mumu was wearing a low-neck deep V silk dress.

  The barrage is so outrageous that it's infuriating.

  Aircraft artillery flowers fall like raindrops.

  It was as if a nightmare had come true, Jiang Xi discovered that her long-forgotten allergy had relapsed once again.

  A dense rash, one after another, emerged from her arm, she suppressed the itch and "slapped" off the video.

  Is the host now allergic even when just seeing a woman?

  Not seeing the woman, but seeing all the explicit sex-hints. Jiang Xi suppressed his nauseating desire, and the white light of the phone illuminated that expressionless face, making people feel chilled to the bone.

  The host is ill and needs treatment.

  Jiang Xi didn't make a sound.

  The host doesn't plan on live streaming anymore?

  Jiang Xi hesitated for a long time before gritting his teeth and responding: "Broadcast."

  She reopened the Douyin live broadcast, this time not from the homepage, but searched for Tang Gu's live broadcast room, found none, thought about it, and then went to Weibo to search again. The name was easy to remember, "Tangtang is not Tangtang", and sure enough, she found it with a single search.

  A food blogger with a V-verified account, her first Weibo post is the live broadcast replay from today. Upon clicking in, there are almost no comments discussing food, but instead, she was roasted for that one segment, with over a thousand comments and even a member cutting out a GIF of it.

  Jiang Xi glanced at it and didn't look again, her hand slipped into the video, only to find that it was also a bean pod, but belonged to the food section. The live broadcast room name was quite interesting: "Have you eaten today?"

  Xiao lead couldn't understand human intentions, but it didn't stop him from summarizing the answer with data; [Does the host also plan to make delicious food?]

  Jiang Xi died without making a sound.

  Xiao Yan took this dumb human and had no way out, and he was also suffocated and didn't appear.

  Finally got some peace and quiet.

  Jiang Xi spent half the night researching all live streaming platforms and categorizing sections, and by early next morning, he was fully armed and out the door.

  "Good morning!"

  Lu Yuan was very diligent and was currently wiping the glass door of the coffee shop. He greeted Jiang Xi from a distance.

  Jiang Xi smiled and said, "Early."

  "Is the store owner here?"

  "Uncle?" Lu Yuan scratched the back of his head, "I saw him still sleeping when I left home, he probably hasn't woken up yet."

  "What's wrong with you, dog? You're framing your uncle again?" Cheng Heng walked in wearing a polo shirt, his lean arms exposed under the short sleeves, and his features were elegant. If it weren't for that mouthful of "dog", he would be a great sunny youth.

  "The creek is still very beautiful today."

  Chenghui blew a whistle.

  Jiang Xi squinted his eyes from the sunlight: "Boss, good morning!"

  "Speak up, what brings you here so early in the morning?" Manager Cheng shamelessly poured himself a drink.

  Lili laughed inside: "Boss, Xixi is our shop's flower, don't scare her away."

  "You can't escape." Manager Cheng stood with his hands on his hips, resembling a large teapot: "Don't slack off, or your salary will be deducted!"

  The store manager deducts wages from this matter a thousand times a year, and the employees turn a deaf ear to it.

  "Manager, can we talk further?"

  Jiang Xi specially wore black for today's conversation, trying to suppress his youthful energy.

  Cheng Qing looked at her with narrowed eyes: "Come on, let's go inside."

  The smile at the corner of his mouth had a hint of evil.

  Jiang Xi led the way into the small office located at the back of the kitchen, where a messy sofa was littered with jackets, reports, and last night's... bread. Jiang Xi carefully tidied up a clean spot and gestured for him to sit down.

  "Shopkeeper, sit."

  "Go on."

  Cheng Cheng sat down without hesitation, propping up his legs: "What's up?"

  "Actually... it's nothing," Jiang Xi rarely troubled others and felt uneasy all over at this moment, "Can the shopkeeper give me Teacher Tang's contact information?"

  She sent a private message to "Tang Tang is not Sugar Sugar" yesterday, but it has been in unread status all the time. I guess this big V doesn't have the habit of checking private messages usually.

  Cheng Dianzhang was at a loss for how to tactfully refuse his capable deputy, and didn't want the young girl to cry and leave.

  What? Aren't you going to confess?

  He drew back his two shorter legs and propped them under the table: "Is that all?"

  Jiang Xi blinked: "That's it."

  The girl's innocent and pure big eyes made Cheng Cheng deeply feel his own shame.

  He smoothed his hair, forcing down his own doubts about his charm, and raised a finger: "Alright. Just one question, answer me carefully."

  "What's wrong with me compared to Tang Bao?"

  Jiang Xi: "......"

  Humans are truly complex.

  Jiang Xi silently gave Xiao Yan a thumbs up in her heart.

  "Never mind."

  Cheng Huan rummaged through his not-so-luxuriant hair, got up and searched through the piles of documents on the table, finally pulling out a crumpled business card from beneath them. The card still had some unknown stains on it from who-knows-when, which he handed over.

  "Here, just this - take it."

  It's done quite beautifully, "Tang Gu Network Sharp Peak Studio" is prominently displayed on the paper, with Tang Gu's mobile phone number, QQ number, and email address all included.

  "Don't hit him at night, he's going to hatch eggs tonight."

  Jiang Xi thanked him and carefully put the business card into his bag, bidding farewell as he left. His foot had just stepped out of the door when Manager Cheng couldn't help but call out to him again:

  "Hey, Xi Xi, you tell me, where is Tang Baozi stronger than me?"

  Whenever Manager Cheng bursts out with phrases like "old son" or "ox son", it means he's lost his temper and needs someone to vent to.

  Then, Director Cheng, who was both unwilling and self-loving, watched with his eyes wide open as the flower in his own store ran out of sight like a dog chasing after it.

  So angry!

  ****

  Jiang Xi left work early and went to the first floor of Hongtu Shopping Mall for a stroll.

  As a landmark building in Shenzhen, the 13-story building stands out among the numerous five- and six-story buildings, and together with the specialty stores on the ground floor, it is also a fighter jet in the cosmetics industry.

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