The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Diverting Traffic
 

Liu Cheng’s mother left the house and took her own first-generation Shadowless flying vessel away.

This salt, it had a trick to it.

Standing at the door, Liu Cheng was already munching on a plate of fries, savoring them as he mumbled to himself, “What’s the hurry? I’ve still got plenty!”

“What’s plentiful?”

A somewhat robust voice made Liu Cheng speed up his eating; eating one more fry counted for something!

“Heh heh…” Liu Cheng gave a dry laugh but couldn’t say anything with his mouth full.

Liu Cheng’s father, Liu Shu, looked disdainfully at Liu Cheng, who had his hands behind his back, and threatened him with a meaningful glare.

“Are you going to bring it over yourself, or should I use force?”

Liu Cheng grinned and brought his hands from behind his back, revealing a plate with maybe seven or eight fries left on it.

“What treasure you were hiding!” Liu Cheng’s father grabbed three fries and shoved them all into his mouth.

The salt was just right, not the kind of salty that leaves a bitter aftertaste.

Liu Cheng’s father’s eyes widened, and as he pointed to his mouth, he continued to chew; the crust crunchy, the inside soft and mushy, all with a hint of salt.

“Is there any more? Where did you buy these?” Liu Cheng’s father snatched all the remaining fries on the plate and stuffed them into his mouth, his eyes still urging Liu Cheng for more.

“It’s from that boiled corn stall; they started live streaming today. They’re selling these fried fries and the fine salt.”

“I’ve already given the salt to mom, and she’s taken it to go find grandfather.”

After eating all the fries, Liu Cheng’s father noticed he still had some salt grains on his hands and couldn’t help but lick and suck on his fingers.

“Mmm, get me two more servings. From now on, keep an eye on their live stream, and if they have any good stuff, get me two servings.”

Liu Cheng eventually gave in to his father’s forceful approach, handing over another two servings before he could get his dad to leave. Now, he could finally enjoy the delicious taste of the fries.

He had eaten too hastily earlier and hadn’t savored them properly.

He wondered if they would still be selling them tomorrow? There didn’t seem to be enough for his liking.

Fu Yunhe, the subject of the current thoughts, was at this moment communicating with Nian Shutong regarding their first live stream experience.

“Xiao He, you did well. Keep it up, all our fry and fine salt have sold out.”

“Mm, I will. But it seems like there’s not much of that fine salt left.”

Nian Shutong waved his hand magnanimously, saying, “No worries, I’ll go make more all day tomorrow, just use that for now.”

“Once I’ve hired some help, we can keep up production continuously.”

Hire help?

Fu Yunhe thought about that bizarre job ad they had posted. Could they really attract anyone?

Nian Shutong didn’t have much else to say; she felt Fu Yunhe was doing great on his own, without needing any improvements.

After chatting, she continued working with her hoe, aiming to prepare the nursery ground by tonight.

Suddenly, two bright lights appeared on the opposite bank of the creek.

Ha Ha had not stopped, and now, Nian Shutong had joined as well.

On this side of the creek, Fu Yunhe, watching those two working hard, felt he should do something.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair to their hard work.

Fu Yunhe logged onto the Star Network, browsing various forums carefreely and then started creating numerous sock puppet accounts, leaving messages across different forums.

Videos of the fine salt and the fries, he sent them all out, one by one.

After busying himself for quite a while, he hoped that tomorrow’s live stream would attract more viewers.

Exhausted, Fu Yunhe couldn’t work like Nian Shutong and Ha Ha; he went back to the small wooden house to rest first.

Accompanying him was Rubble, also looking weary to the point of rolling his eyes; he was indeed weak.

Meanwhile, Liu Cheng’s mother, having taken the fine salt, had arrived at her ancestral home, finding the patriarch of the family. Together, they sat for a long, long time in front of a jar of fine salt.