Chapter 244 The scumbag deserves death!

Noon.

While his uncle Chen Hailin was cooking, Li Guohong came to Ying Zhicheng's next door and invited his family to come and eat together.

There are only three people in Ying Zhicheng's family, including his father and Ying Chanxi. Because Ying's grandfather came here from other places in his early years and settled down here, he doesn't have many relatives here, so the house is not lively during the New Year.

When they were young, Grandpa Ying and Li Luo’s grandfather had a very good relationship, just like Ying Zhicheng and Li Guohong now.

So when the Chinese New Year comes, the Li family will directly call the three members of the Ying family, and everyone will get together to celebrate the New Year.

With the arrival of Ying Zhicheng and others, the Li family's living room suddenly became more lively.

Grandpa and grandma, uncle Chen Hailin, aunt Li Xuexian, cousin Chen Yongqi.

Li Luo's family of three.

Including the three people from Ying Zhicheng's side, there can be 11 people at the table at noon.

"It smells so good." Li Luo walked into the kitchen following the scent and saw Chen Hailin holding a large iron pan and stir-frying with great skill. The strong aroma from the pan wafted towards him.

He glanced at the freshly fried pork kidney next to him, reached out to secretly pick up a piece, stuffed it into his mouth, and started eating it with a sizzling sound.

"You kid." Chen Hailin couldn't free his hands, so he could only scold with a smile, "Still eating? Help take it outside."

"Okay." Li Luo smiled and took out a few dishes that had just been cooked.

His uncle Chen Hailin was a very straightforward man. He was born in the neighboring Chenjia Village. His family was poor in his early years and they had no money to bury his father when he died, so he married into the Li family. Li Luo's grandfather paid for the burial of the old man.

Since then, my uncle has been living with my eldest aunt in the countryside, responsible for taking care of the two elderly people on a daily basis. At the same time, at the request of Li Guohong, he also takes care of Grandpa Ying next door.

In addition to taking care of the elderly, my uncle's main job is to follow a rural cooking team to cook for people in the surrounding villages and towns.

Generally, whenever a family needs to set up a banquet, whether it is a wedding or a funeral, the kitchen team that my uncle is in can take care of it all.

His many years of experience as a chef have enabled him to develop excellent cooking skills.

After Li Luo graduated from college, he was able to work in a restaurant thanks to the help of his uncle's acquaintances.

Later, when he was down and out, he chose to sell fried noodles on the street. In fact, it was Chen Hailin who gave him the idea.

If it weren't for his uncle's repeated persuasion, Li Luo might not have been so confident as to sell fried noodles on the street.

If the time had been pushed forward ten or twenty years, Li Luo might have followed his uncle to join their cooking team and set up banquets between villages.

However, with the further development of urbanization, more and more hotels and restaurants were built around the village. As people became more affluent, every household had a car, and young people did not like to set up banquets in the countryside as they disliked the dirtiness and mess.

As a result, the kitchen team became less active and began to set up banquets in restaurants.

My uncle also followed the disbanded kitchen team and found a job in a nearby restaurant. He didn't earn as much as he did in the previous kitchen team, but it was more stable and he didn't have to run around everywhere. He was enjoying the benefits of urbanization in disguise.

"Hey, let me do it. Li Luo, you go sit down and watch TV." Seeing Li Luo coming out with a plate, the eldest aunt Li Xuexian said quickly, "Hai Lin, what's wrong with you? Why did you ask Li Luo for help?"

"I have nothing to do here, please go and sit down, aunt." Li Luo brought the dishes to the round table in the living room with a smile.

Naturally, Li Xuexian would not be idle either. She helped to serve the subsequent dishes. A round table was filled with more than ten dishes. When it was time for dinner, she invited the people in the living room to come to the table.

"Where's my brother-in-law?" Li Guohong asked Li Xuexian after he sat down, "Come and eat together."

"He said there are still two dishes left to cook, so let's cook them while they're hot." Li Xuexian asked everyone to sit down and said with a smile, "Otherwise the dishes in front will get cold and won't taste good."

"Come, Qiqi, sit with your brother, and Xixi, sit next to Li Luo? You kids can sit together."

"Hey, Zhicheng, your Xixi is getting more and more beautiful. With such a pretty face, she must be very popular in school."

"Thank you, aunt." Ying Chanxi smiled shyly, thanked her softly, and then sat down obediently next to Li Luo.

Ying Zhicheng and Li Guohong are close brothers, so when Ying Chanxi was at Li Luo's house, he would address his elders the same way Li Luo did. He had become accustomed to it.

"I remember Xixi's academic performance was very good. She was always the top student in the grade." Li Xuexian distributed bowls and chopsticks to everyone and sat down herself. Her eldest brother Li Guoru was not there and her husband was cooking, so she, as the second sister in the family, was responsible for controlling the topic at the dinner table.

Ying Zhicheng also smiled, picked up the bowl and asked Li Guohong to pour him some wine, and responded: "Xixi is now in the No. 1 Affiliated Middle School, and she is still the top student in the grade at the end of the semester, right?"

Ying Chanxi nodded modestly.

Li Xuexian praised her: "If Xixi was my daughter, I would be so happy. Our Qiqi was not very good at studying before. If she could be one tenth of Xixi's level, I would be so happy."

Chen Yongqi glanced at his mother, picked up the chopsticks without saying a word, and ate the food in silence.

Lin Xiuhong at the side smiled and said, "I heard from Li Dao that Qiqi has been working with him recently, right? He is praised for being serious about his work. His academic performance in school can't explain everything."

When Li Luo heard this, he shook his head and laughed, thinking to himself, Mom, you don't say this to me at home.

After saying this, Li Xuexian also turned her gaze to Li Luo and sighed: "Xiuhong, what you said is true. Isn't your Li Luo also promising? He performed exceptionally well in the high school entrance examination and was admitted to the First Affiliated High School. He will be a potential undergraduate student in the future."

"By the way, Li Luo, how did your final exam go?"

"Learn more from Xixi and work hard. You can get into a key university, right? It's much better than your brother's junior college."

"Aunt." Ying Chanxi couldn't help but interrupt when talking about Li Luo. She even raised her voice a little, with a little pride in her eyes. "Li Luo is doing very well now. He ranked 17th in the school in the final exam and first in the class. He's not much worse than me."

She is showing off so much that if you don't know her, you might think she is talking about her own achievements.

Just now, when Li Xuexian praised her for being the top student in the grade, she just said thank you. But when talking about Li Luo's grades, she started talking about Li Luo's performance.

When Li Xuexian heard this, she was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Li Luo in surprise: "Not easy, Li Luo, you've worked so hard?"

"Xixi teaches well." Li Luo took a sip of the drink Ying Chanxi poured for him and said modestly, "She usually tutors me in my studies, otherwise how could I improve so quickly?"

"That's right, thanks to Xixi." Lin Xiuhong also said, "Don't just thank me with words, show your gratitude with actions and give Xixi a chicken leg to eat."

"Haven't I started showing off yet?" Li Luo stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a chicken leg for Ying Chanxi.

Ying Chanxi's eyes curved with joy. He raised the bowl to take the chicken leg, then lowered his head to eat happily.

At the dinner table, they talked about the children's studies, future plans, Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong's breakfast shop, and the various banquets recently hosted by their uncle Chen Hailin.

Li Xuexian also talked about a lot of gossip in the village. This family was in debt and had to borrow money everywhere, that family got married, and their daughter married into a wealthy family and became a rich woman. They also bought a house in the city. She and Lin Xiuhong chatted enthusiastically.

Li Guohong and Ying Zhicheng accompanied the two old people to drink some wine and chat casually. Grandma stared at grandpa's wine glass and didn't drink more when she had reached the limit.

The three children on Li Luo's side ate their food silently, and only responded when the adults talked about their topics.

"Brother, the thing you are doing with Brother Li Dao is about setting up a factory, right?" Li Luo looked around and saw that the adults were chatting animatedly, so he started talking to Chen Yongqi.

Chen Yongqi hummed and continued to eat.

"What does the factory do?" Li Luo didn't know this in his previous life, and had never heard anyone talk about it, so he had no idea what Li Dao was doing.

Moreover, since Li Dao did not take over his uncle Li Guoru's family business, but instead liked to tinker with some things on his own, so maybe what he does will be different in a few years.

Li Luo only knew that after graduating from university, Li Dao worked in live streaming to sell goods, undertook logistics, connected with various suppliers, and provided sales consultation to various anchors behind the scenes.

As for what Li Dao is doing now in 15, Li Luo really has no idea.

"It's just a factory that makes custom packaging materials and stuff." Chen Yongqi said, "Isn't takeout very popular recently?"

"Brother Dao ordered takeout before, but it was always cold when it arrived. I wondered if this takeout box could keep the food warm better."

"After discussing with others, I found that there were indeed similar materials that could achieve the same effect, so I found a few partners and set up a factory together."

"However, the government recently asked the factory to move north, so we haven't had time to expand our business yet. We have to wait until after the new year to see the results."

After hearing this, Li Luo was a little surprised. He didn't expect that his cousin was quite financially savvy.

Most people can only see the booming food delivery industry and wonder if they can get a piece of the pie. However, he can see that the scraps next to this market also have immeasurable value.

The takeaway box business is neither small nor big. The demand is huge, but the profit is low, so it can only adopt the strategy of small profits but quick turnover.

In the current stage of fierce competition in the food delivery industry, it is definitely possible to make money.

Li Xuexian obviously heard what her son said, and couldn't help but say to Lin Xiuhong beside her, "Qiqi opened that factory with Li Dao this year, and the salary he was paid was not low, more than 10,000 yuan. Letting him manage a workshop is much more reliable than his previous job of a few thousand yuan."

"That's really good." Lin Xiuhong was slightly surprised and followed up with some praise.

This job sounds easy. It mainly involves managing the work of the workers in the workshop. It is not like Lin Xiuhong and Li Guohong's breakfast shop, where they have to get up early and work late every day.

If it were in the past, Lin Xiuhong would probably be very envious, thinking that it would be great if her son could also have such a high salary in the future.

But now... Lin Xiuhong just smiled and complimented him.

Although I don't intend to brag about the fact that my son earns royalties from writing novels, at least I feel good about it. I'm happy just thinking about it.

People are all compared.

When Lin Xiuhong learned that her son's monthly royalties were 37 yuan, she was more shocked.

But at this moment, when I really compared myself with other children, I found that I had a very obvious advantage. The original shock gradually turned into secret joy, and the sense of superiority in my heart suddenly came up.

However, Lin Xiuhong was not someone who did not know her limits. She only needed to show off Li Luo's academic performance when she got home, and she did not need to say more about the novel. After all, the 37 yuan was a bit exaggerated, so it was better to make a fortune quietly.

……

After dinner, Lin Xiuhong and Li Xuexian were responsible for washing the dishes.

Several grown men made an appointment to go fishing at a nearby pond.

The old man felt sleepy after lunch and went back to the first floor to take a nap.

As soon as Chen Yongqi finished his meal, he went back to his room to play games. Li Luo then got up and walked to the third floor, intending to tidy up his bedroom first.

Seeing this, Ying Chanxi did not want to go back to his home, but followed Li Luo upstairs happily.

Li Luo’s grandfather’s house has four floors in total. Because of their mobility problems, their grandparents usually live on the first floor so they can walk less.

The second floor is a large living room and kitchen, which can accommodate up to four round tables.

Usually the family gathers here for New Year's Eve dinner.

On the third floor is the room reserved for Li Luo's family.

There are three bedrooms in total, and the master bedroom is reserved for Li Guohong and his wife.

Li Luo lived in the second bedroom next door. His grandmother had already prepared the bed sheets, quilt covers and other things before he came back, so he didn't have to do it himself.

Throwing his schoolbag on the table, Li Luo took out his notebook, sat on the chair and stretched his body.

"You're still writing during the New Year?" Ying Chanxi asked, "Didn't you say you had a lot of manuscripts saved?"

"The main thing is that I don't know what to do." Li Luo said, "Writing has become a habit. If I don't write something every day, my hands will itch."

"You are really dedicated." Ying Chanxi took off his shoes without hesitation and climbed onto Li Luo's bed. He stepped on his quilt with his white socks on and half-lay down comfortably.

"No matter how fast I write, I can't read as fast as you do." Li Luo subconsciously glanced at her little feet wrapped in white socks, recalling how pink she looked when he soaked her feet before.

To be honest, Ying Chanxi's hands and feet are much smaller than those of Yan Zhusheng and Xu Youyu.

She opened her hands completely, with her fingertips just reaching Li Luo's first knuckle.

Her feet were also very small, and her shoes were only size 35, which were almost as long as Li Luo's palm.

Small and very cute.

Ying Chanxi noticed his gaze and subconsciously retracted his feet. Then he suddenly remembered something and became alert: "Speaking of which, do you have any quirks?"

"What do you mean?" Li Luo retracted his gaze and asked puzzledly.

"I read your book. Why do you always describe my feet when writing about my plot?" Ying Chanxi asked, "Can't you write about something else?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Li Luo started coughing after hearing what Ying Chanxi said. "This is just a writing technique. Focusing on one characteristic of a character and emphasizing it repeatedly will leave a very clear impression in the reader's mind."

"After waiting for a long time, whenever readers mention Shen Dongdong, they will immediately think of her cute little feet."

"Or when I see some pictures or videos of beautiful feet, I subconsciously think of the character Shen Dongdong."

"Once this effect is achieved, it means that the character's labeling is successful."

"Is that so?" Ying Chanxi looked doubtful, but couldn't find any angle to refute.

However, Li Luo made up such a long paragraph, and although what he said made sense, in fact, the other characteristics of Ying Chanxi were not obvious.

In other words, Ying Chanxi didn't read the plot description of Mo Qinghan and Jiang Mingyue carefully, otherwise she would have discovered something.

When Li Luo wrote about Shen Dongdong, he wrote about her feet. When it came to Mo Qinghan, he described in detail her pair of charming long legs.

As for Jiang Mingyue, one naturally cannot escape the magnificence of her chest.

It’s just that Li Luo’s descriptions are relatively subtle, unlike the rough and direct ones in other popular books nowadays.

After all, he knew that in 17, the entire Internet launched a very large-scale Internet cleaning campaign.

In order to avoid following the same path as his predecessors in the previous life, Li Luo paid great attention to this aspect, and basically described it according to the level of review ten years later.

The story is indeed a bit bland, but it also has a fresh style, which makes it unique among many slutty girls, and makes many readers fall in love with it.

"But speaking of your book." Ying Chanxi suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at Li Luo dangerously, "Why does the protagonist like three girls at the same time? Can't he just like one?"

When asked this question, Li Luo immediately glanced out the window with a guilty conscience, and made up an excuse: "You don't understand. This is how male-oriented online novels are. If the male protagonist is too outstanding, he will attract all kinds of girls."

"And readers like different types of girls. No matter which one the protagonist chooses, other readers will be dissatisfied."

"So why not just take them all? This way no one will be offended and everyone will be happy."

"Don't take novels too seriously."

After listening to Li Luo's explanation, Ying Chanxi pouts. She was originally thinking about whether she should persuade him to make sure there is only one female lead.

But when I think about the fact that this book of his is making so much money and is loved by so many readers, this may be part of the reason.

Creation is such a personal matter, and it is definitely not a good idea for a bystander to make comments.

So when the words came to his lips, Ying Chanxi swallowed them back, and finally said in a low voice: "Then can you write more plots about Shen Dongdong? I like to watch this."

"Well, I'll try my best, don't worry." Li Luo assured, "After all, the three heroines are all tied to the protagonist's career path, didn't you notice?"

"Mo Qinghan is a singer, so Li Yang will copy songs for her."

"Shen Dongdong wanted to be an actress, so Li Yang copied TV dramas for her."

"Later, Jiang Mingyue wanted to enter the film industry, so Li Yang prepared a movie script tailor-made for her."

"In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will know that although there are multiple female protagonists, each female protagonist is actually a plot driver created to advance the corresponding career line."

"The parallel development of music, TV series and movies not only ensures the richness of the content of the works, but also slows down the rise of the protagonist, allowing me to have more content to write."

Well... to put it simply, it is more convenient to make up the plot.

I’m a bit tired of writing about singing, and the protagonist’s progress is a bit too fast, so I quickly switched to TV dramas to cool down my music career.

There’s another hit TV series coming out. It will take at least one or two months to finish airing, right?
Then just keep it on the air to maintain the popularity while arranging for the main character to make a movie.

If you make a movie, you have to have a theme song or a promotional song, right? So we can go back to the music.

Three career lines spiraling upward look much richer and less boring than one career line.

In particular, Li Luo arranged a female protagonist for each career line as a daily adjustment when promoting the career line, which took this model to a higher level.

As a person who has been reborn, bringing with him the complete routines and experience of later generations in entertainment novels, put it in this era, it does have a bit of a dimensionality reduction feel to it.

"So when will the story about Dongdong kissing the protagonist be written later?" Ying Chanxi blushed slightly, not daring to look at Li Luo, and asked in a low voice, "Mo Qinghan has already kissed him secretly."

"When Jiang Mingyue was still filming a movie, she came to the director of the main character for an audition to ask for advice on how to shoot a kissing scene." When talking about this, Ying Chanxi almost bit her lips, "So when is Dongdong's kissing scene?"

"Uh..." Li Luo laughed awkwardly after hearing Ying Chanxi's straightforward question. "I did write it, but it's still in my archive. By the time I publish it, it should be time for school to start."

Ying Chanxi: “……?”

"I've only read about 200 chapters, and your book has already reached more than 600 chapters, and you didn't even write about Dongdong and the protagonist kissing in the middle?!"

Ying Chanxi was so angry that he jumped up from the bed and kicked him directly.

Not satisfied with the first kick, he raised his other foot.

Seeing this, Li Luo quickly got up and ran around the bedroom to avoid Ying Chanxi's venting.

"Listen to my explanation! Qingmei's favorability was maxed out at the beginning, so I had to keep a good pace, otherwise how could the other two heroines beat her? Why are you taking online novels so seriously?"

"You scumbag! You're so bad!" Ying Chanxi angrily chased after Li Luo and beat him, "Don't run if you have the guts!"

At this moment, Lin Xiuhong's voice came from downstairs: "Xixi! Li Luo! A classmate is looking for you!"

Hearing his mother's voice, Li Luo was relieved and immediately shouted to Ying Chanxi, "My mother is calling us, please respond quickly."

"Why don't you stop and respond?"

"She called your name first, hurry up and call back and ask who's looking for you."

"Hmph!" Ying Chanxi felt embarrassed to keep Lin Xiuhong waiting any longer, so he stopped his attack and walked to the window, opened it, and looked downstairs. "Auntie Lin, who's looking for you?"

"Jin Yuting, Zhao Rongjun." Lin Xiuhong called out, "They are both your classmates, right? They are here to play with you."

"Oh!" Ying Chanxi nodded quickly and said, "Then Li Luo and I will come down!"

(End of this chapter)