A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

The morning breeze swept through the long alley, carrying the sweet aroma of hot soy milk mixed with the fumes rising from the iron plate, and rushed forward along the bluestone slabs.

Chen Lang put his hands in his pockets and pressed his shoulder against Shen Qingci's outside, blocking the crowd from pushing past.

Shen Qingci walked alongside him.

My knees, which were trembling yesterday, are much more stable today as I walk on the stone slabs.

Someone on the roadside raised their phone to take a picture, and Chen Lang glanced over.

His gaze wasn't fierce, but the other person immediately moved the camera away.

Shen Qingci didn't lower her head, but touched the white flower wreath on the top of her head.

The morning dew on the petals clung to my fingertips, cool and refreshing.

After turning two corners, Chen Lang stopped in front of a roadside stall.

The milk fan on the hot plate sizzled, the thin slices were roasted until the edges curled up, and golden charred marks spread outwards along the texture of the milk skin.

The stall owner held the spatula in one hand and greeted customers with the other, without even looking up.

The sweetness of rose sugar, carried by the heat, mingled with the aroma of milk and spread across the stall.

Shen Qingci slowed down.

Chen Lang glanced at her sideways and a smirk played on his lips.

"Want some?"

Shen Qingci stared at the golden-brown milk fan, the rose sugar glistening in the small bowl, its sweet aroma wafting straight to her nose.

In the past, she would have hidden her feelings and said she wasn't hungry, but now her voice, though soft, was very clear.

"think."

Chen Lang chuckled and raised his hand to scan the QR code.

"Boss, one serving, with extra rose sugar."

The stall owner responded, flipped the shovel, and was about to roll up the milk fan.

Chen Lang leaned against the wooden pillar next to him and stared at the iron plate for a couple of seconds.

"Boss, cut this for another thirty seconds."

The stall owner's wrist stopped.

The tourists at the back of the line also looked up.

A woman wearing sun protection clothing frowned.

"Young man, don't interrupt their business. The boss bakes this every day; does he need you to teach him?"

The man wearing sunglasses next to him scoffed.

"Young people these days are obsessed with watching short videos; they have to comment on everything."

Shen Qingci instinctively wanted to step back, but before she could move, Chen Lang had already turned his shoulder, separating her from the scrutinizing gazes.

He didn't turn around to curse; he just gestured with his chin towards the metal plate.

"The moisture in the middle layer of milk skin hasn't dried yet. If you roll it up now, the outside will be burnt and the inside will be soft and mushy."

"Wait another half minute, the edges will become crispy, while the inside remains chewy. Brush on some rose sugar, and the fragrance will stay."

The stall owner turned his head to look at him.

"Have you done this before?"

"no."

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow.

"Take a few more glances at delicious food."

The man in sunglasses pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

The stall owner stared at Chen Lang for a few seconds before pressing the shovel back onto the iron plate.

As the milk fan fries in hot oil, its edges gradually tighten, and its color deepens from a light golden hue to a richer amber.

In less than thirty seconds, the milky aroma changed.

It's not the light, airy sweetness from before, but a rich aroma brought out by the precise cooking time.

The moment the rose sugar was poured on, a burst of heat shot out, releasing a sweet aroma, and almost everyone in line looked up at the same time.

The older sister who had been urging him earlier was swallowing hard.

The smile on the man in sunglasses froze.

A guy in a windbreaker behind him was staring at the metal plate.

"Boss, I want it cooked to this doneness too."

The girl holding the camera took a half-step closer.

"The taste was completely different just now."

The stall owner rolled up the milk fan, put it in a paper bag, and handed it over, his eyes completely changing.

"Expert, this is on me. If you say a few more words, my stall will be packed with customers all the way to the alley entrance today."

Chen Lang took the paper bag.

"Forget about the invitation, you should take it back. Your skills are valuable enough, I'm just someone who stands by and freeloads."

The stall owner was so happy that wrinkles appeared around his eyes.

"Young people know how to talk."

The man in sunglasses touched his nose and turned his head to look elsewhere.

The live stream chat was already flooded with comments.

Here we go again! Lang Ge is pretending to be an ordinary person again!

[Who just said not to interfere with the boss's business? The boss now wishes he could worship him as a god of wealth on his stall.]

[New fans, don't blink! Watch the rescue version of Lang Ge in the morning, the negotiation version of Lang Ge at noon, and now you've unlocked the Chef God skin.]

[What's this guy's background? He's a rescuer, a protector, understands physics, is a good negotiator, and even knows the nuances of timing?]

Don't ask, it's just a hobby I started after failing the college entrance exam.

A score of 250 on the college entrance exam isn't a score; it's a seal.

I've completely lost my touch. Tomorrow I'll go to the breakfast stall and lean against the wooden pillar. The owner will ask me if I know anything, and I'll say I just want to look at the delicious food a few more times.

[Don't go, bro. You don't have Lang Ge's face. You'll probably get a shovel slap you awake if you say that.]

[Qin Feng (Ignorant and Incompetent): Hey buddy in sunglasses, don't be so stubborn, I could hear you swallowing all over Shanghai!]

[Qin Feng, the Unlearned and Incompetent: So what if Master got 250 on the college entrance exam? He put all those points into life skills! Anyone who disagrees, come out and challenge him to a duel!]

Shen Qingci held the paper bag, lowered her head, and took a bite.

The crispy outer layer crumbles between your teeth, while the inside retains the unique chewiness of the milk fan.

The aroma of milk is brought out by the rose sugar, and when it's warm and sticks to the tip of your tongue, it's sweet but not cloying, with a caramelized flavor that slowly spreads between your teeth.

Her shoulders relaxed, and her eyebrows curved into a smile.

It wasn't just polite cooperation; she genuinely liked it.

The woman next to her was still looking at the breast fan in her hand.

"Boss, please press my order for an extra thirty seconds as well."

The stall owner responded with a smile.

Someone in the group was taking pictures of Chen Lang with their phone.

"Hey handsome, can I post that video of yours online?"

Chen Lang lifted his eyelids slightly.

"Don't shoot her in the face."

The person immediately moved the camera to the side.

"I understand, I don't film girls."

Shen Qingci paused in her action of biting the nipple fan.

Chen Lang leaned against a wooden pillar, the black earring in his left ear reflecting the morning light.

He acted as if he hadn't done anything, simply blocking a shot casually.

But the suffocating crowd around her was silently expanded by him.

Chen Lang watched her eat intently.

"How is it, Teacher Shen?"

Shen Qingci swallowed the milk fan and nodded.

"tasty."

"It tastes even better than it did before."

Chen Lang clicked his tongue.

"That's a good review. The boss will sell thirty more copies after hearing it."

The stall owner was grinning from ear to ear.

"The girl has a sweet tongue; she's better at praising than he is."

Shen Qingci lowered her head and took another bite.

The girl who had been holding up her phone suddenly spoke up in a low voice.

"Sister Qingci, you look so beautiful when you eat."

Shen Qingci stopped moving.

Several gazes fell upon her from the surroundings. In the past, every gaze would have made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

But the milk fan in his hand was still hot.

Chen Lang didn't answer for her, nor did he pull her behind him; he just stood there.

Shen Qingci looked up at the girl.

"Thanks."

The girl's eyes lit up.

"Your flower wreath looks beautiful today!"

Shen Qingci touched the little white flower on the top of her head, and the corners of her lips curved up.

"I like it too."

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

Did you hear that? She said I like it too!

Yesterday it was about being able to say you wanted to eat something; today it's about being able to tell strangers you like something. Who understands the true value of that!

[The most ruthless thing is that Brother Lang didn't help her with social interactions; he just stood by and covered for her.]

[A ceiling with defined boundaries, load-bearing walls as they are.]

[Qin Feng (Ignorant and Incompetent): I also like what Master's wife said; it gave me a real jolt! You've improved! You've really improved!]

[Qin Feng (Ignorant and Incompetent): Here's the important part, brothers! Master didn't answer first! He didn't answer for me! He didn't make the choice for me! That's my master! Take notes!]

Shen Qingci lowered his head and continued eating the milk fan.

She didn't notice a little rose syrup on the corner of her mouth.

Chen Lang took a tissue from the stall and folded it into a corner.

He raised his hand and rubbed it against the corner of her mouth.

Shen Qingci was stunned.

My body instinctively wanted to shrink back, but my shoulders stopped halfway as soon as they moved.

Chen Lang had already withdrawn his hand, and he casually threw the tissue into the nearby trash can.

His face still had that nonchalant look, without even a hint of flirtation in his eyes.

He pulled out another clean tissue and handed it to her.

"Clean the rest yourself, Ms. Shen. This is a one-time after-sales service."

Shen Qingci took the tissue.

Thanks.

She didn't dodge.

The live stream went silent for a moment, then the chat resumed scrolling.

She didn't dodge! She really didn't dodge!

[Before, I would flinch at the slightest touch, but now I'll catch a tissue and say thank you, and I immediately break down.]

[He doesn't even flirt while wiping his mouth, yet he's the most flirtatious of all.]

That "one-time after-sales service" thing just now cracked me up.

Shen Qingci took another bite of the milk fan.

The aroma of caramel, milk, and the sweetness of rose sugar were swallowed little by little, and the warmth flowed down the throat into the chest cavity, settling against that empty place that had been there for many years.

She looked up at the crowd ahead.

Tourists walk past her, and the sounds of mobile phone cameras, laughter, vendors' shouts, and the fumes of cooking oil all fill this narrow alley.

She did not bow her head.

She held the milk fan she had said she wanted to eat in her hands, wore the flower wreath she had said she liked on her head, and was next to the person who could even cook it to perfection for her.

The stall owner handed the second serving of milk fan to the tourists behind him and called out to Chen Lang.

"Young man, come again next time!"

Chen Lang raised his hand and waved.

"Boss, keep the heat steady, don't ruin my reputation."

The stall owner laughed and cursed.

"Hey, you're really starting to think of yourself as a celebrity."

Chen Lang forced a smile and turned to walk forward.

Shen Qingci followed him.

She took a few steps, then suddenly handed the paper bag in her hand to Chen Lang.

Chen Lang lowered his eyes. "For me?"

Shen Qingci stared straight ahead, her ears turning red.

"I'll share some with you."

Chen Lang chuckled softly, "So generous?"

"Um."

"Because I want to share it with you."

Chen Lang paused slightly.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments again.

[Oh no, she's even more direct than Lang Ge now!]

[She used to be the one being flirted with by Lang Ge, but now she's learned to fight back.]

[Qingci's Sister Version Update: From Passively Healing to Actively Giving Sweetness.]

Chen Lang turned his head to look at her, unable to suppress the smile in his eyes.

He lowered his head and took a bite of the nipple, deliberately keeping a restrained distance from the spot where she had bitten him.

The sweet aroma spreads between the lips and teeth.

"Teacher Shen has good taste."

Shen Qingci looked ahead, a smile playing on her lips.

This time, she didn't hide her smile.