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Saturday morning, 9:03 AM.

Yang Qian opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for three seconds in a daze.

His powerful biological clock woke him up naturally.

"Tsk..."

Yang Qian sat up and scratched her hair.

"Never mind, I'll just go out for breakfast."

He threw off the covers, got out of bed, washed up, changed into a simple gray fleece-lined sweatshirt and sweatpants, and put on a baseball cap.

The person in the mirror looks like a college student.

He doesn't seem like the boss of a company valued at billions at all.

Before leaving, he glanced at the living room.

This house has been inhabited since before the founding of the Land of Light.

The bank debt has been paid off long ago, and Su Xiaoran has mentioned it several times.

"Several high-end residential complexes have recently opened near the company. The environment is very nice. Director Yang, would you like to consider them?"

Yang Qian shook her head.

Simply put, I'm too lazy to move.

I went downstairs and left the residential area.

Yang Qian turned into a small alley as if she knew the way well.

A faded wooden sign hangs at the entrance of the alley: [Old Wang's Pan-Fried Dumplings - A 37-Year-Old Shop].

The shop is small, with eight tables and a yellowed price list on the wall.

Pan-fried buns: 0.8 yuan each

Salty soy milk 2 yuan/bowl

Sweet soy milk 2 yuan/bowl

Tea eggs: 1.5 yuan each

……

A few longtime neighbors were sitting in the shop, eating and chatting.

"Uncle Wang, ten pan-fried buns and a bowl of savory soy milk."

Yang Qian called out from the doorway.

"Little Yang's here! Have a seat, he'll be right there!"

Yang Qian chose a seat against the wall.

He comes once or twice a week.

Although the food at the Land of Light's Dining Hall is plentiful, I sometimes miss the taste of those old-fashioned street stalls.

Especially Lao Wang's method of making pan-fried buns.

It's not the large, thin-skinned soup dumpling type that's popular in the market.

Lao Wang's pan-fried buns are small steamed buns made from fermented dough.

The bottom is fried until golden brown and crispy, while the top is soft and fluffy.

The minced meat is also hand-chopped, giving it a very meaty texture.

"Here we go!"

Old Wang brought over an iron plate with ten pan-fried buns neatly arranged, bottoms facing up, golden and tempting.

In his other hand, he held a bowl of steaming hot savory soy milk.

The soy milk contained soy sauce, dried shrimp, pickled mustard greens, and seaweed.

"Thank you, Uncle Wang."

"Don't mention it, eat it while it's hot!"

Yang Qian first picked up a pan-fried bun, bit a small hole in the edge, blew on it to cool it down, then dipped it in vinegar and chili oil before putting it in her mouth.

"Click"

The crispy bottom crumbles between your teeth, followed by the soft dough, and finally the savory meat filling.

The meat juice was just the right amount, enough to soak into the noodles.

"That's the taste!"

He squinted his eyes contentedly.

I scooped up another spoonful of savory soy milk, its salty, fresh, and rich flavor perfectly complementing the oily texture of the pan-fried dumplings.

When I was eating the third one, a voice came from the doorway.

"Family members, this is Lao Wang Shengjian in City A, a hidden gem in the old town."

Yang Qian looked up and glanced at it.

A young man in his twenties was holding a phone stand and taking pictures in the store.

Store visit livestreamer.

common.

Old Wang's pan-fried buns are an old shop that bloggers occasionally visit to check in.

Yang Qian didn't pay attention and continued to eat his pan-fried dumplings with his head down.

"Boss, how many pan-fried buns do you sell every day?"

The host asked.

Old Wang sounded a little nervous in the control room.

"Um, I can't say for sure, but there were probably dozens of pots."

"You must be making a lot of money."

Liu Dapao raised a rather pointed question.

Old Wang, clearly experienced, immediately clarified the situation.

"It's all hard-earned money; a pan-fried dumpling costs only 80 cents."

"The meat was bought this morning, and the buns were made fresh. There are no additives, and they are not pre-made dishes."

"I've been here for 37 years, and the old neighbors all know that."

When the streamer saw that the shopkeeper wasn't responding, he rolled his eyes and spotted the only young customer in the shop.

He walked over and pointed his phone camera at Yang Qian.

"Young man, what do you think of the pan-fried buns at this shop?"

Yang Qian: "..."

He was still chewing on a pan-fried dumpling when he looked up at the phone shoved in front of him, looking a little bewildered.

How can I be interviewed just for eating breakfast?

He swallowed his food and wiped his mouth: "It's delicious. I often come here to eat."

He knew the tricks of these live-streaming food review hosts.

They either praise it to the skies or denigrate it to the core.

Old Wang, an honest businessman, can't withstand any setbacks.

Besides, it really is delicious.

"May I ask what you're eating, sir?"

The anchor pressed for an answer.

Yang Qian glanced at the pan-fried buns and soy milk on her table, then looked at the anchor.

Are you blind?

"Ten pan-fried buns and a bowl of savory soy milk."

At this moment, comments started appearing on the screen.

"Salty soy milk, is it edible?"

"What's wrong with salty soy milk? Salty soy milk is delicious!"

As the battle between the sweet and salty factions was about to erupt, more comments flooded the screen.

"Wait a minute, this guy looks familiar?"

"The hat is pulled down low, but her profile looks like..."

"Holy crap! Everbright Bank!?"

"Is it really Hikaru?!"

"A living, breathing Guangda! Guangda is actually eating breakfast!"

"Sweet vs. salty, cease hostilities! This is Ah-Guang, family!"

"Hey streamer! Can I get your autograph?"

"Could you please provide the address of this pan-fried dumpling shop? I want to try it!"

"Who just said salty soy milk is bad? Guangda says it's good!"

"Guangda Combo: Ten pan-fried buns + savory soy milk, let's get this!"

The barrage of comments flew by like snowflakes, and the number of viewers in the live stream jumped from dozens to thousands in an instant, and it was still growing rapidly.

The anchor, Liu Dapao, was stunned.

He has been a live-streaming host for three months, and has just over a thousand followers. Usually, only a few dozen people watch his live streams.

Why all of a sudden...

He glanced down at his phone screen, then looked up at the young man in the hat in front of him.

Yang Qian had already sensed something was wrong and pulled her hat brim down even lower.

But it's too late.

"You, you are...?"

Liu Dapao's voice was stuttering.

Yang Qian sighed.

"Your live stream has been banned."

He kindly offered his advice.

"what?"

Liu Dapao looked down at his phone.

As expected, a message popped up on the screen: [Suspected abnormal traffic detected. The live stream is temporarily suspended for 24 hours.]

Liu Dapao: "???"

A live stream with only a few dozen viewers was judged to have fabricated data by fake online trolls?

It's outrageous!

While he was distracted, Yang Qian quickly finished the last two pan-fried buns, drank the soy milk, and got up.

"Boss, here's ten dollars."

He called out towards the control room.

"Alright! Take care, Xiao Yang!"

……

The lakeside commercial district in the city center is the liveliest place.

Yang Qian bought a cup of milk tea and sat on a bench by the lake, lost in thought.

The sound of musical instruments being tuned could be heard in the distance.

He looked in the direction of the sound.

In a small square in the shopping district, four girls are setting up musical instruments.

They all looked to be under twenty years old.

A group of passersby had already gathered around.

"Wei, I'm so nervous, what should I do...?"

"We can't give up; we still need to raise money for the puppy's treatment."

"I'm going to begin."

The drummer girl took a deep breath.

"3, 2, 1... Let's go!"

The drumbeats begin.

The lyrics were sung in the dialect of Sakura Prefecture.

However, this song sounds so familiar.

Until the end.

[…the fleeting time]

[Light and fleeting time]

Yang Qian almost dropped the milk tea in her hand.

What the hell!

Slippery eggs!!!

These four girls in front of me are actually singing this song?

This world shouldn't have K-On!...

The song ended.

The onlookers applauded, and some put money into the violin cases in front of them.

"But we received a tip!"

"Yay!"

"But this amount of money isn't enough to treat the puppy."

They rescued a puppy that had been hit by a car and took it to a veterinary hospital. The surgery would cost three thousand yuan.

The four girls were all students, and their combined pocket money amounted to only a few hundred yuan.

"But we have no songs left..."

They only rehearsed this one song.

To save the puppy, he gritted his teeth and gave his first public performance.

Just as the four fell silent, a voice came from outside the crowd.

"Perhaps I have a way."

The four people looked up.

A young man wearing a gray hoodie and a baseball cap walked over.

He took off his hat, revealing his face.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Yang Qian."

He smiled.

"You can also call me A-Guang."

"Gentlemen, have you considered joining the Land of Light?"

The three girls: "!!!!"

Wei: "What is the Land of Light? Can you eat it?"

Yang Qian: "..."

……

Sunday, 5 a.m.

At the entrance of Lao Wang's pan-fried bun shop, Lao Wang had just pulled open the roller shutter door.

Then he froze.

There was a long queue in front of the store.

"The boss is open!"

"Finally!"

"I'm starving to death..."

Old Wang was dumbfounded.

He had been running his shop for 37 years and had never seen anything like this before.

"Everyone, this is...?"

Old Wang asked cautiously.

"The boy at the very front of the line said excitedly."

"Boss! I'd like an Ultraman meal!"

Old Wang: "???"

What package?

"I want the Ultraman meal too!"

"Boss, two Ultraman meal sets, to go!"

Old Wang was completely confused.

"Everyone, we don't have Ultraman set meals..."

"It's just ten pan-fried buns and a bowl of savory soy milk!"

Someone in the group shouted.

"The same thing Ah-Guang ate yesterday!"

"Yes! The Everbright Group package!"

"I want to try this place!"

"Boss, hurry up and make it! I've been waiting all morning!"

"Looking for someone to buy an Ultraman meal for 50 yuan!"

"Boss, can you vacuum-seal these for shipments to other areas?"

Old Wang: It's not that bad...