The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

At 5:30 a.m., at the Chengnan Farmers Market.

This is the most vibrant and down-to-earth place in the entire Yunhai City.

The air was filled with the unique smells of fresh seafood, earth, and steamed buns.

The ground was damp, mixed with rotten vegetable leaves and dark, muddy water.

At this moment, Jiang Ruoyun was like a white swan that had strayed into a swamp.

She stood stiffly at the market entrance, wearing a six-figure Chanel haute couture outfit and red-soled high heels that she dared not put her feet down.

The elderly men and women around her, carrying cloth bags, scanned her with their eyes as if she were a spectacle.

"Hey, whose daughter is this? She's dressed like she's in an opera."

"Tsk tsk, those heels are so thin, if you stepped into a puddle, they'd be ruined!"

"Is that a camera in the back? Or is it some internet celebrity putting on a show again?"

Whispers buzzed like flies.

Jiang Ruoyun clutched the crocodile skin bag tightly, her palms sweaty.

She had confidently chosen "the wet market" just now, but when she actually arrived at the door, that physical discomfort instantly surged up.

This is just too... too flavorful.

Moreover, those gazes made her feel like an outsider.

Subconsciously.

She reached out a hand and quietly tugged at the hem of the gray hoodie in front of her.

It's like a drowning person grasping at a last straw.

"Lin...Lin Mo..."

His voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Lin Mo, who was walking ahead, stopped.

He glanced back at the hand that was tugging at his clothes, then at Jiang Ruoyun's flustered little expression.

He sighed.

"I told you not to come."

"It's not too late to regret it now. Just turn left after you leave and take a taxi. You can still catch Mr. Zhao's Michelin breakfast."

Jiang Ruoyun bit her lip and stubbornly shook her head:

"I don't!"

"I want to eat pork ribs!"

This rich young lady is really going all out for a bite to eat.

Lin Mo shook his head helplessly and switched the basket in his hand to the other.

Then, those sleepy eyes, which were always half-open, suddenly opened.

The previous lazy attitude of "wanting to go home and harvest wheat" vanished the moment he stepped into the market.

Instead, there is something indescribable...

Dominance.

That's right, it's about dominance.

If Zhao Kuo's aristocratic posturing at the Michelin-starred restaurant was just a facade...

Lin Mo is the true "king" in the vegetable market.

With one hand in his pocket, wearing flip-flops, he strode confidently into the bustling battlefield.

"Stay close."

"I'm not responsible for finding it if it's lost."

Jiang Ruoyun quickly followed with small, quick steps, her high heels making a heart-stopping sound as she trod on the uneven ground.

The viewers in the live stream were all holding their breath for her.

I'd be heartbroken if these shoes broke; they cost over ten thousand yuan a pair!

[Jiang Ruoyun isn't here for a date, she's here to undergo a tribulation!]

[Look at Lin Mo! Something's off about his aura!]

[Holy crap? Why is he acting like he's at home?]

Lin Mo skillfully navigated the narrow passageway, knowing exactly where the puddles and rotten leaves were on the ground.

He doesn't even need to look at the road to accurately avoid all obstacles.

I walked up to a vegetable stall.

The stall owner, an older woman wearing a floral jacket, was rolling her eyes at a customer who was picking and choosing.

When she saw Lin Mo coming over, the old lady's eyes lit up instantly, and her wrinkled face beamed with joy.

"Hey! Kobayashi's here?"

"It's been a while! Why are you up so early today?"

Lin Mo casually picked up a tomato, weighed it in his hand, and a familiar smile appeared on his lips:

"Isn't this just to support you, Aunt Wang?"

"How's it going? Did your eldest grandson pass his math final exam?"

This sentence struck a chord with the older woman.

"Oh! Don't even mention it! That brat only got 58 points! It's infuriating!"

The older woman scolded her grandson while deftly picking out vegetables for Lin Mo:

"You're so kind and thrifty. Here, these tomatoes just arrived, they're very sweet!"

Lin Mo didn't rush to take it, but instead pointed to the bunch of slightly wilted scallions next to him:

"Aunt Wang, these scallions look tired. Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Go away! These were just picked!" Aunt Wang said with a laugh.

"Come on, the leaves are all yellow."

Lin Mo didn't waste any words and simply threw the scallions onto the scale:

"How about this, I'll buy two pounds of tomatoes, and you can give me a depreciated price for these scallions."

"And... adding a couple of cloves of garlic isn't too much to ask, is it?"

"Look at your garlic, it's all sprouted. Nobody wants it except me."

A series of moves, executed with fluid grace.

First, they would strike up a casual conversation to build rapport, then pinpoint the product's flaws, and finally make reasonable requests for free gifts.

This is the legendary—

"Game Theory in the Vegetable Market".

Aunt Wang was stunned by what he said, and in the end, she could only wave her hand helplessly:

"Fine, fine! It's only because you, Xiaolin, have a sweet tongue! Take it, take it!"

"Here, have those two heads of garlic! And I'll cut you a piece of ginger too!"

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Wang!"

Lin Mo paid the money (it was only a few dollars), picked up his spoils, and turned to leave.

The whole process took less than two minutes.

Not only did I get the best tomatoes, but I also got free scallions, ginger, and garlic.

Jiang Ruoyun, who was standing to the side, was dumbfounded.

She had always paid for things by looking at the price tag since she was a child, and had never seen anything like this before.

For a few cents, you chatted enthusiastically with someone and ended up getting them to happily give you something.

This……

Is this what life is like?

Looking at Lin Mo's not-so-broad back, Jiang Ruoyun's eyes suddenly lit up with a little star of admiration.

Even though he was wearing baggy shorts.

Even though he was carrying a tattered basket.

But at this moment, Jiang Ruoyun thought he was even more handsome than those wealthy people who were raising their paddles at the auction!

That sense of control over life, that effortless ease amidst the everyday hustle and bustle...

It really does glow!

【? ? ? ? ? ? 】

Is Lin Mo's social butterfly talent innate?

[He even knows what score someone else's grandson got on the test? Is this still the same socially awkward, lazy guy?]

[Aunt Wang: This scallion was clearly just picked! Lin Mo: No, it's sleepy.]

[Jiang Ruoyun's eyes... Oh no, this silly girl is completely smitten.]

Zhao Kuo eats a steak costing thousands of yuan at a Michelin-starred restaurant, while Lin Mo gets two cloves of garlic for free at the market—the difference is obvious!

The next ten minutes.

It was practically Lin Mo's personal show.

"Uncle Zhang, these cucumbers have flowers and thorns still on top. Did they get too many hormones? Can you give me a discount?"

"Sister Liu, this tofu pudding is a bit watery today. Did you not add enough braising liquid? Could you give me an extra spoonful of sugar?"

"Uncle Chen, you haven't even scraped the fish scales off properly. I have to go back and do it myself. Shouldn't you reduce the labor fee by 50 cents?"

He was like a slippery eel, thriving in the bustling, chaotic market.

Wherever they went, not a single piece of armor remained.

Those stall owners who were usually fierce and calculating treated him like a family member.

Not only did they offer the lowest price, but they also vied to stuff things into his basket.

"Kobayashi, here, take this bunch of cilantro! It's free!"

"Xiao Lin, take these chilies with you, we'll stir-fry them with meat tonight!"

"Oh, don't mention it! Come again next time!"

When the two of them walked deeper into the vegetable market.

The art style has become extremely bizarre.

Lin Mo, who had originally had nothing in his hands, now had a basket that was full.

As for Jiang Ruoyun, who is the "sidekick," her appearance at this time is even more hilarious.

Her priceless Chanel suit no longer exudes any of her former noble and aloof aura.

Because she was in her arms...

He was holding a huge, green-skinned winter melon that was still covered in dirt.

It was a free gift with the grocery shopping (because I bought too much).

In her left hand, she was still clutching a handful of scallions that had just been handed to her. The scallion leaves swayed with her movements, occasionally brushing against her delicate face.

And the most amazing thing is...

Her Hermes crocodile leather bag, worth over ten thousand yuan...

It was currently hanging diagonally around Lin Mo's neck.

Since Lin Moteng stopped taking the food, he could only hang this "burden" around his neck.

The silver chain tightened around the hood of the gray hoodie, and the crocodile skin gleamed eerily in the sunlight. Next to it was a bag of bright red chili peppers.

This scene.

Well, how should I put it?

It's like a Victoria's Secret supermodel being suddenly pulled to a rural area in Northeast China to harvest corn halfway through a fashion show.

It's both rustic and damp.

It's both tragic and hilarious.

Hahaha! My eyes!

Chanel with scallions, Hermes in chili peppers—I don't understand this fashion, but I'm utterly shocked!

[If Chairman Jiang saw Jiang Ruoyun's look... she'd probably have a heart attack.]

[That bag around Lin Mo's neck...that's a limited edition! He just uses it as a grocery bag?]

[The key question is, why does Jiang Ruoyun seem so happy about this?]

Jiang Ruoyun was indeed enjoying it.

Although the winter melon was a bit heavy to carry, and the scallions had a strong smell.

But looking at Lin Mo walking ahead with her bag hanging around his neck, she felt a sense of peace she had never felt before.

Is this what life is all about?

No need to put on airs, no need to worry about table manners.

All that could be heard was the clamor of bargaining and the heavy load of ingredients in their hands.

"Lin Mo..."

Jiang Ruoyun quickened her pace and nudged Lin Mo's waist with her elbow:

"Um... what about the spare ribs?"

"You've been so busy buying side dishes, what about the main dish?"

Lin Mo moved the Hermes bag around his neck back a little so it wouldn't block his view.

He pointed to the busiest stall in front of him, the one with the most people:

"What's the rush?"

"The best parts are yet to come."

"The street of butcher shops is just ahead; that's my main battlefield."

"and……"

Lin Mo smiled mysteriously:

"The owner of that shop is a local insider."

"Don't say anything later, just watch my expression."

Jiang Ruoyun nodded as if she understood, and hugged the winter melon in her arms tightly.

The two walked through the bustling crowd and arrived at a stall covered with bright red pork.

Business here is ridiculously good.

Several elderly men and women were scrambling around the cutting board, grabbing at the meat.

Behind the chopping board, a burly woman wearing a greasy apron was wielding a gleaming cleaver.

"Snapped!"

With one cut, flesh and bone were separated.

That imposing presence was like Zhang Fei in this vegetable market.

"Aunt Li! Two spare ribs, please! The best cuts!"

Before Lin Mo could even squeeze in, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

The woman who was chopping meat paused in her movements.

She raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, and immediately spotted Lin Mo, who stood out from the rest.

as well as……

Following behind Lin Mo was Jiang Ruoyun, who was carrying a winter melon, holding a scallion, and wearing a haute couture dress.

"Clang!"

Aunt Li threw the cleaver in her hand directly onto the cutting board.

Her gossipy eyes, which had seen countless people, suddenly burst forth with X-ray-like penetrating power.

He scanned Jiang Ruoyun from head to toe three times.

He stared at Jiang Ruoyun's perfect curves outlined by her bodycon skirt for a full five seconds.

then.

Aunt Li opened her voice, loud enough to shake the entire market, and excitedly shouted:

"Yo! Kobayashi!"

"Is this your wife?!"

"He's really handsome!"

"Oh my god, what a butt! So round! So firm!"

"She's fertile! You can tell she'll have a son!"