The Movie Queen's Demon Sect Leader [Transmigration] GL - Chapter 13
Soon, Luo Xuange borrowed the money, bought a box of apples, and in less than fifteen minutes, sold all the autographed apples at a high price.
After repaying the debt, she went to the supermarket. With the quiet reminders and kind suggestions from Jiang Yihan and Bai Liu, she bought all the ingredients needed for lunch.
However, she didn’t need to cook in advance. She had to wait for all the contestants to buy their ingredients, and then they would all prepare lunch together.
An Ruoshui had already anticipated that she would go hungry at noon today. She exhaled a long, quiet breath and sat in the lounge, secretly looking up cooking tips on her phone.
On the large screen in the lounge, a live feed showed Luo Xuange and the others using celebrity methods to earn money.
This competition format was actually quite unfair. Even with the first day’s live exposure, the contestants couldn’t earn money by simply showing their faces in the short term, unlike An Ruoshui and Luo An.
The male contestants led by Luo An decided to perform street art. After all, their team included a man who could break large stones on his chest.
On An Ruoshui’s side, everyone started selling apples, using their unique methods to promote them.
An Ruoshui watched from the lounge as Meng Xiaomeng drew little white rabbits on apples, enticing parents with children to buy them. Although the profit wasn’t much, it still earned some money.
Bai Liu promised to sing one song for free per apple sold, letting passersby choose the song.
An Ruoshui shook her head, thinking her voice would probably be hoarse after singing all morning.
However, Bai Liu’s condition was excellent. Her voice was unique, and every song seemed to be imbued with soul by her.
She switched the camera to check on the girl who had been very enthusiastic towards her earlier.
Jiang Yihan was currently playing the flute for passersby. If they tipped enough, she would give them an apple as a thank you.
An Ruoshui watched for a while, a hint of admiration growing in her eyes.
However, the loud speaker in the live stream began to spam the chat:
[Loudspeaker] Monkey Eating Melon: Quick, look at black-bellied Luo, she’s amazing! I suddenly think that “seven years old” gag wasn’t a joke.
An Ruoshui switched the camera, seeing Luo Xuange’s live feed. The girl had gotten a fruit knife from who knows where, and at that moment, a smile played on her lips as she rapidly carved flowers into an apple.
After a moment, a lifelike apple rabbit appeared, and passersby, amazed, paid four or five times the price.
She could not only carve various ingenious flowers and small animals but also carve according to the customer’s desired appearance on the apple.
Live Stream Chatroom:
Netizen 1: Actually, I think black-bellied Luo is perfectly fine as a “flower vase” (pretty face). Why does she have to be a powerhouse?
Netizen 2: Same here, she can make a living with her looks, why bother with skill?!
Netizen 3: I’m a special-grade three chef, and I can guarantee that knife skill has been practiced for at least ten years.
Netizen 4: My face suddenly hurts. The “seven years old” gag can’t be real, right? Wuwu~ Mama, I don’t want to eat the keyboard!
Netizen 5: Silently glanced at the keyboard, I’m thinking if it should be steamed or braised.
Netizen 6: As someone who only watched cartoons at seven, I won’t say more. Going to vote.
Netizen N: Vote +1
An Ruoshui was completely confused because she didn’t know what the “seven years old” gag was about. But when she saw Luo Xuange carving little figures out of apples, she slowly forgot about the so-called “seven years old” gag and focused intently on Luo Xuange’s carving.
Luo Xuange looked at the apples in the box; only two were left. She put down the temporarily borrowed fruit knife, clapped her hands, and walked to the middle of the crowd.
“Everyone, please be quiet and allow me to introduce myself.” Luo Xuange remained as confident as ever. The spot she chose was excellent. This street was filled with “XYZ Tutoring Classes” and “XYZ Interest Classes,” so during this time when children were leaving school, it was packed with parents and students.
Luo Xuange stood in the middle of the crowd, a mask-like smile on her face.
“My name is Luo Xuange, contestant number twenty-one in the ‘Rose Seeds’ audition. Selling apples here today is also a task assigned by the show. The production team gave me a limited number of apples, so I cannot satisfy every one of you. But next, please take out your phones, find my live stream, and cast your valuable vote for me. Once the votes reach a certain number, I will use two apples to create an apple carving tutorial. I guarantee that everyone who diligently watches the tutorial will learn.”
Soon, everyone began taking out their phones to vote for Luo Xuange. And the viewers in the live stream chat also started voting in unison, because not only were they envious of the previous carvings, but they had also thought about finding a tutorial online to learn.
Now that Luo Xuange had decided to release a tutorial, they were naturally happy to vote for her, not just because Luo Xuange was releasing a free tutorial, but also because the carvings Luo Xuange had shown earlier were simply too beautiful.
Sect Leader Luo kept her word. Even though she didn’t know her exact vote count, seeing most of the people on-site take out their phones, she smiled knowingly, then took out the remaining two apples, slowed down her carving, and explained as she went.
Xu Xiu, the agent watching the live stream, listened to Luo Xuange’s explanation while trying to carve. When she saw the little rabbit she had carved in her hand, she suddenly remembered the “seven-year-old cooking gag” being spammed in the live stream. She then thought about Luo Xuange claiming to know eighteen kinds of martial arts before the live stream and couldn’t help but swallow. Luo Xuange surely wouldn’t make her lose face on that, too.
Luo Xuange was undoubtedly the biggest winner this morning, not only earning enough money but also gaining goodwill and votes from passersby.
After selecting some ingredients and seasonings, Luo Xuange found Meng Xiaomeng and headed back with her.
The live stream chat also began to fill with pleas for black-bellied Luo to “slap their faces” (prove them wrong).
By the time all the contestants had gathered, it was already past eleven in the morning. The moment Mu Ling saw Luo Xuange, she felt her face burn. Yesterday, she had been “lighting a candle” for Luo Xuange (sympathizing with her), but today Luo Xuange had turned around and delivered a slap in the face.
Looking at Luo Xuange with a mix of awkwardness and surprise, Mu Ling was a little excited for the upcoming cooking demonstration. If an artist possessed excellent cooking skills, it could also win over a batch of foodies.
However, it didn’t matter if an artist couldn’t cook. As long as they created some interesting moments in the kitchen, that was enough.
Meng Xiaomeng looked at the abundant ingredients Luo Xuange brought back, then at her own handful of greens, a bag of noodles, and two eggs. She immediately deflated. Comparing yourself to others really can make you want to die of anger.
Luo Xuange sensed Meng Xiaomeng’s change in mood and quietly asked her: “What’s wrong?”
“Your ingredients are so good, what you make will definitely be better than mine. I feel like I’ve already lost before even competing,” Meng Xiaomeng wasn’t intentionally comparing herself to Luo Xuange, but it seemed like everyone else’s ingredients were much better than hers.
Luo Xuange smiled. She thought it was something important. With a grand wave of her hand, she declared heroically: “I’ll swap with you!”
“Ah?” Meng Xiaomeng was shocked, and so were the live stream chat and the contestants near them.
Meng Xiaomeng blinked, asking uncertainly: “Xuange? What did you just say?”
“I said, I’ll swap with you.” Luo Xuange didn’t wait for Meng Xiaomeng’s reaction before snatching the noodles and eggs from Meng Xiaomeng’s hand: “I want to prove to you with skill that a good chef cannot be measured by ingredients.”
“…” Meng Xiaomeng’s usually disconnected brain suddenly reconnected. In that instant, she felt that Luo Xuange, whom she had admired for so long, was so chuunibyo (eighth-grade syndrome)!
Swallowing, Meng Xiaomeng and Luo Xuange politely declined each other for a moment, then finally decided to follow Luo Xuange’s arrangement, obediently swapping ingredients with Luo Xuange.
Afterward, they followed the staff to prepare lunch.
An Ruoshui, who had just come out of the lounge, was stunned for a moment when she saw Luo Xuange holding extremely simple ingredients.
She walked up to Luo Xuange and asked coolly: “Why are your ingredients so few?”
“I swapped ingredients with Meng Xiaomeng,” Luo Xuange replied truthfully.
An Ruoshui thought for a moment and suddenly realized that cooking noodles was a good idea.
All she had to do was boil water, put the noodles in the pot to cook, and then add some oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. As long as the presentation was good, no one would know about the taste except herself.
An Ruoshui’s calculating eyes lit up. She looked at Luo Xuange with a sympathetic expression and said: “I’ll swap with you.”
“Ah?” Luo Xuange looked stunned: “Oh.”
The moment Luo Xuange uttered her questioning “Ah?”, An Ruoshui had already prepared twenty-eight different excuses and reasons, ready to list them one by one to Luo Xuange, explaining why the swap was absolutely necessary. But three seconds later, Luo Xuange, without any further expression, simply nodded: “Oh.”
She agreed that easily?
An Ruoshui still had twenty-eight reasons left unsaid, and her face turned dark from holding them in.
An Ruoshui: Can’t you ask me why I want to swap? Can’t you talk to me more?
Holding back her frustration, she still maintained a gentle and calm smile on her face. She needed to maintain her goddess persona; she needed to uphold her idol image. So, she calmly took the noodles, eggs, and greens from Luo Xuange’s hand, then led Luo Xuange to her lounge.
“My ingredients are in the lounge. Come with me to get them,” An Ruoshui said coldly.
“Oh,” Luo Xuange replied calmly.
Luo Xuange naturally knew An Ruoshui was angry, but she didn’t understand why An Ruoshui was angry. It was almost always like this; she would inexplicably get angry in front of her.
When they reached An Ruoshui’s exclusive lounge, there were no cameras or other staff. An Ruoshui looked at Luo Xuange with a gloomy expression.
“Why do you never contradict me?” An Ruoshui asked.
Luo Xuange looked at An Ruoshui with immense confusion: “Do you want me to oppose you in everything?”
“That’s not what I mean, I mean…” An Ruoshui paused, what was she going to say? There was nothing left to say; this person was a blockhead! Could Luo Xuange not see her repeated attempts to show goodwill? How much did Luo Xuange hate her to make her so speechless every time?
Sect Leader Luo looked innocent. She remembered the Third Altar Master once said: Madam is meant to be cherished. Madam can decide all minor matters in the manor. When a major issue arises, we simply minimize it and then let Madam decide.
She wasn’t wrong, was she? She was completely following the standard of a good husband!
Sect Leader Luo scratched her head, looking at An Ruoshui with an expression full of confusion and bewilderment.
“Luo Xuange!” An Ruoshui finally erupted after a period of silence. She stepped forward and pinned Luo Xuange against the wall. An Ruoshui placed one hand on the wall, slowly leaning closer to Luo Xuange.
Luo Xuange instinctively wanted to retreat but found there was no way out. Bravely, she met An Ruoshui’s gaze: “What do you want?”
“Do you hate me that much?” An Ruoshui felt a little wronged. She had already prepared to reconcile with Luo Xuange. Why did Luo Xuange still maintain such a distant attitude towards her?
Author’s Note:
Third Altar Master: Sigh, if only I had told the Sect Leader that I’ve always been a henpecked husband! Sect Leader, it was your subordinate who led you astray!