aircannonsinc Chapter 128 A Family Drama Triggered by Pork Fermented Rice
Chapter 128 A Family Drama Triggered by Pork Fermented Rice
Mimi's live stream ended in a messy state as she cried while holding an empty clay pot, wanting to go home to eat braised pork.
Her agent scrambled to pay the exorbitant price of five thousand dollars for the "overpriced pork lard rice" and then sheepishly ran away with the artist.
However, the aftereffects of this live stream were more potent than any pot of broth Pierre had ever made.
"Check out the internet celebrity's favorite pork lard rice!"
"Challenge Renxin Pharmacy: The 'Heartbreakingly Delicious Rice' That Makes You Gain Ten Pounds After Just One Bowl!"
"Is it true that the doctor at this restaurant tastes better than the food?"
The next morning, the scene in front of Renxin Pharmacy left Zhao Shihao, who was unloading goods with his newly purchased tractor, dumbfounded.
A huge crowd of young girls, all holding selfie sticks and wearing elaborate makeup.
They didn't go to the doctor or buy medicine; instead, they chattered excitedly about the bowl of rice featured in yesterday's live stream, the air thick with the scent of perfume and gossip.
"Boss, what should we do? We're a pharmacy, not a restaurant!" Liu Yixin's legs trembled as he looked at the commotion, fearing that the group of people would trample the threshold.
Wang Minyu sat behind the counter, leisurely sipping his mutated mint tea, not even lifting his eyelids: "What's the rush? Guan Shan, put up a sign at the door."
"Alright!" Guan Shan poked his head out from the kitchen, holding a handful of freshly cooked pork cracklings, his mouth dripping with oil as he ate.
A short while later, a crooked wooden board was hung at the entrance of the pharmacy, on which Liu Yixin had written a few lines with trembling hands:
"Renxin Midnight Diner, opens at 9 PM. The Golden Melancholy Rice is limited to ten servings each night, priced at 388 NTD per serving. No takeout, no delivery, no reservations. Take it or leave it."
The moment this arrogant notice was posted, the internet celebrities at the entrance went wild.
"Three hundred and eighty-eight yuan for a bowl of pork lard rice? That's highway robbery!"
"Limited edition? What kind of attitude is that?!"
"Let's go, ladies, let's go to the bubble tea shop next door and expose this rip-off!"
The crowd quickly dispersed, leaving only a few genuinely curious individuals and some who were simply there to watch the spectacle.
Liu Yixin breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Boss is brilliant, now it's peaceful."
Wang Minyu glanced at him and said indifferently, "Quiet? Just you wait and see. Tonight at nine o'clock, the line here will stretch all the way to the street corner. That's called scarcity marketing."
Sure enough, by 8:30 p.m., a long queue had spontaneously formed in front of the pharmacy.
The queue included not only internet celebrities who had come after hearing the news, but also many diners attracted by the short videos, and even a few well-dressed financial professionals who looked like they had just finished get off work.
At exactly nine o'clock, Guan Shan opened the shop door on time. The aroma of pork lard, soy sauce and rice was so enticing that it instantly captivated everyone's sense of smell.
"First place!" Guan Shan's loud voice rang out.
A wealthy woman, dressed in jewels and surrounded by a group of bodyguards, swaggered in.
Behind her was a girl who was so thin she looked like a paper doll, wearing a mask and a hat.
"Is this the pork lard rice you sell for 388 yuan a bowl?" The wealthy woman took off her sunglasses, scrutinizing the pharmacy's shabby surroundings with a critical eye, her brow furrowed. "Give my daughter a bowl, and quickly."
Wang Minyu looked up at her, his gaze then falling on the girl behind her.
The system panel pops up as needed.
[Patient: Lin Sisi]
Symptoms: Severe anorexia nervosa, amenorrhea due to malnutrition, pre-osteoporosis stage.
[Etiology: Long-term exposure to the mother's oppressive physical control and verbal abuse led to extreme fear and aversion to food.]
Current emotions: fear, despair, numbness.
Wang Minyu's gaze then shifted to the imperious noblewoman.
Name: Zhang Meilan
Symptoms: Anxiety disorder, body dysmorphic disorder, controlling personality disorder.
[Cause: An extreme fear of aging and body shape change, projected onto the daughter.]
[Current emotions: anxiety, sense of superiority, desire for control.]
"She won't eat," Wang Minyu said calmly.
"What did you say?" Zhang Meilan's eyebrows shot up, her voice sharp. "I paid for her to eat, does she dare refuse? Sisi, sit down!"
The girl named Lin Sisi trembled and was pressed into the chair like a puppet, but her eyes were filled with resistance and fear.
"I'm telling you," Wang Minyu said slowly, emphasizing each word, "she'll eat it now, but she'll throw it up when she gets home. You brought her here today not for treatment, but to satisfy your desire to perform as if 'I've done my best,' and to post on social media to show how much you care about your daughter, right?"
Zhang Meilan's face instantly changed, as if she had been stripped naked in public. She trembled with rage: "You...you're talking nonsense! What right do you have to say that to me? What do you know, you're just a run-down pharmacy owner!"
"I don't understand, but it does." Wang Minyu pointed to the chair Zhang Meilan was sitting in—the very "Truth Chair" that was powered by a microcurrent.
Behind the counter, Li Siyuan quietly pressed the switch and adjusted the current to the "slight tingling" setting.
Zhang Meilan felt a faint tingling sensation coming from below her buttocks, which made her inexplicably flustered.
"Boss lady, tea," Wang Minyu ordered.
Zhao Na immediately brought over a cup of warm water with two purple leaves steeping in it and handed it to Zhang Meilan: "Auntie, please have some tea."
This was a "welcome tea" specially ordered by Wang Minyu, made with diluted "Truthful Agave" leaves, to entertain guests who seemed to have "many stories".
Zhang Meilan was parched and, without thinking, picked up the glass and took a big gulp.
"What makes you think I'm abusing my daughter?" She wanted to continue her outburst, but the words quickly turned sour. "I force her to weigh herself every day, I don't allow her to eat dinner, and I scold her for half an hour if she eats even one extra bite of rice. Isn't it all for her own good? Look how thin she is now, she looks good in everything. What man wouldn't like that?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.
Those at the back of the line craned their necks, their faces filled with disbelief.
Lin Sisi's body trembled even more violently, and tears silently slid down the edge of her mask.
Zhang Meilan was also stunned. She covered her mouth, not understanding why she had blurted out her innermost thoughts.
"I...I didn't mean that..." she tried to explain, but her mouth was completely out of control.
"I'm just jealous of her youth! I've spent millions on cosmetic procedures and starved myself to the point of dizziness, but my figure is still out of shape! Why can she eat whatever she wants? No way! She has to be thinner and prettier than me, so people will praise me for raising a good daughter and envy me for having such an outstanding one!"
Under the combined effects of microcurrent and the herbal mantra, Zhang Meilan's long-suppressed dark psychology burst forth like a flood.
As she spoke, she broke down in tears, ruining her makeup.
Wang Minyu ignored her and turned to Lin Sisi, his voice softening slightly: "Now, what would you like to eat?"
Lin Sisi looked up at Wang Minyu with teary eyes, then glanced at the fragrant bowl of pork lard rice that Pierre had just served.
She hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded slightly.
Wang Minyu pushed the bowl of rice in front of her.
Lin Sisi picked up the spoon with trembling hands, scooped out a small bite, and carefully put it into her mouth.
In that instant, the appetite that had been suppressed for years was completely ignited by that bite of pure carbohydrates and fat.
Without further hesitation, she began to eat heartily.
Tears mingled with rice, and I swallowed them down.
Those weren't tears of sadness; they were tears of grievance, tears of release, tears of joy as the body, parched by rain, felt a sudden relief.
The surrounding diners watched this scene without saying a word.
They watched the mother break down in tears and the daughter wolf down her food while crying, their feelings a mix of emotions.
Wang Minyu didn't comfort anyone, but only said to Li Siyuan, "Make a note of today's consultation fee: 10,000. Psychological counseling fee: 8,000. Special 'Truth Tea': 1,000. Venue fee: 1,000. Have her husband pay."
A family tragedy, unfolding in the small world of Renxin Pharmacy, came to an absurd yet real end with a bowl of pork lard rice and a cup of "truth tea."