I transmigrated into the role of a background character who sells flatbreads, and stumbled upon the child version of the story's main villain, looking like he was on death's door. Just as I hesitated whether to save him, a barrage of comments suddenly floated across my vision: [He will kill everyone who watches coldly today, bathing River Street in blood!] My hands shook with fright. I picked up a piece of savory flatbread, pounced over, and stuffed it into his mouth: "Eat up, you brat!" The boy choked, coughed a few times, and finally opened his eyes. Later, my humble stall became a renowned restaurant. Delicacies filled the tables, and customers flocked like clouds. But that powerful minister who always sat alone in the private room on rainy nights... His favorite was still that piping hot, savory flatbread. 1 Others transmigrate into the heroine. At worst, they become the vicious female supporting character. Only I transmigrated into an insignificant background character. Selling flatbreads on the bustling River Street! On the first day, I was confused. Business was dismal; I ate two of the three breads myself and choked. On the second day, because they tasted so bad, I improved the recipe and switched to selling savory scallion pancakes. Golden, fragrant, and crispy, the pancakes were an instant hit. I even had a small rush of customers. But due to lack of experience, I didn't make enough dough and closed up early. On the third day, just as I had stocked up and was ready to conquer River Street... I met Julian Payne. The stone-paved street was muddy after a rainy night. I had just pushed open the wooden window and moved the steaming pancakes onto the counter. I saw what looked like a person lying in front of my stall. A small, thin boy, lying dying in the mud. Soaked black by the muddy water, his pale face covered in bruises. He looked like he was about to croak... I started to go check on him, but was stopped by Mrs. Spring, who sold tofu next door: "In the capital, us common folk should remember one thing above all: less trouble is better." "Yeah, we've seen dozens if not hundreds of these types. Miss Jiang, better be careful, don't get scammed!" Butcher Zhang slammed his knife onto the cutting board and turned back into his shop. But at that moment, comments suddenly appeared before my eyes: [Hearing these cold lines from NPCs is actually quite hateful!] [Forget it, forget it, they're just triggering the main plot.] [Without their cold indifference today, how could the villain rise to power later?] [Wait until the second male lead is saved by the young miss; he will remember everyone who stood by today and massacre the entire River Street!] [The villain is so handsome, I feel bad that he ends up pierced by ten thousand arrows!] According to the comments, the second male lead was harmed by villains in his childhood, with no one to help. It was the heroine who extended a hand and saved him. From then on, he grew up, his power becoming entrenched. After gaining power, he killed everyone who had wronged him step by step. And bathed this River Street, his place of humiliation, in blood! Holy crap! I've encountered the big villain of the book, Julian Payne! As one of the many merchant NPCs on River Street, I had just started preparing for a carefree life as a cook. Who knew I'd be hit by such bad news! If he massacres River Street, aren't we all doomed? I looked at the boy lying on the ground. My heart went cold. How can such a good-looking kid have such a cruel heart? His eyelashes trembled weakly. His nose seemed to be twitching. Looks like the kid is still breathing! If I establish a good karma with him before the heroine saves him, leaving myself a way out... It shouldn't affect the main plot, right? Just as I was thinking, a carriage suddenly appeared from the other end of the street. The wheels rolled slowly, heading right this way. The comments flew: [Main plot starting!] [Here comes the famous scene, the beautiful encounter. The gloomy villain meets the only light of his life!] [The heroine saves him, handing him a pastry when he's cold and starving. From this moment, the heroine's harem +1] Huh? The heroine is here already? Isn't the plot a bit too rushed! No way! I haven't farmed favorability with the villain yet! I immediately shook with fear. I picked up a steaming piece of savory pancake, stumbled over, and stuffed it into Julian's mouth: "Eat up, you brat!" The boy choked out a few puffs of steam, his eyelashes fluttering like dying butterfly wings. But, he came back to life! He struggled a bit, chewed the pancake in his mouth, and his brows relaxed. Finally, after coughing a few times, he leaned against me and slowly opened his eyes: "Cough... Thank... you..." I acted nonchalant: "No problem~ You can have as much of my savory pancake as you want!" I said this with selfish motives. He'll be saved by the heroine in a moment, but he can't forget who sent him charcoal in the snow and woke him up! The savory pancake is the memory anchor. Must remember me! The boss of the fragrant, crispy, crunchy savory pancakes! It's me! It's me! I thought to myself. The grace of a meal is established. In the future, he probably won't massacre my... entire family, right? I was about to get up and leave, hiding my merit and fame. Not disturbing his perfect encounter with the heroine. Who knew that carriage had no intention of stopping. With a whoosh, it accelerated past Julian and me. I froze halfway up. The comments were dumbfounded too. [Why didn't she... save him? Not following the script?] [Passed... right by?] [What is this situation?] [???? Where did this pancake shop owner come from?] [Not gonna lie, that pancake looks kinda tasty.] I looked down speechlessly. Looking at the child who was startled by the carriage and hugging my leg. Face full of black lines. "Huh? You're really sticking to me?" The boy looked at me with pleading eyes. Too cute! Seduced by his beauty, I inexplicably took him inside. I fed him a bowl of water and pushed the pancakes on the table towards him. "Eat slowly, don't choke!" This poor kid, who knows how long he's been starving. He wolfed it down, face turning red from choking, but those eyes were shining. How can this little villain be so cute even when eating pancakes! 2 While the kid ate, a long line had formed outside the shop, all here for the savory pancakes. My shop was originally set to sell plain, dry flatbreads! I wasn't happy the day I took over! This NPC life is too bitter. No, must improve. Otherwise, this boss will choke to death on her own food one day. I quickly did my market research. River Street is located in the south of the capital. One end intersects with the main road, the other connects to the pier. I classified it as a commercial area full of life and smoke. Literary types visit, dock workers feast here, and many commoners come to buy daily necessities. So, I changed the main product from plain flatbread to savory scallion pancakes. Unlike the dry bread that chokes you with crumbs... Savory pancakes are golden and fragrant, crispy outside and tender inside. Brushed with my secret sauce, cut into small pieces and wrapped in oil paper, they're convenient to carry. A cheap and delicious product suitable for all ages. Opening the gate, there was already a long line outside. "Miss Jiang, you won't let us wait in vain today, right?" At the back of the line, a few dock workers laughed heartily. I recognized them; they had waited a long time yesterday but didn't get any pancakes. I smiled: "Plenty of pancakes today, one by one, please!" Treading on the morning dew, before the sun rose, there was a faint red glow where the water met the sky in the distance. The street gradually became lively. I heard the curtain behind me being lifted. I turned around, and a cleaned-up Julian stood there. A ten-year-old child, although dressed in rags, couldn't hide the nobility in his brows. He rubbed his hands nervously: "I have nothing to repay you with, let me help you out." My stall was mostly visited by commoners buying household items, dock workers, and a few scholars. Julian must have watched me sell pancakes for a while. He very perceptively helped me bring out the sauce that was running low. Refilled the missing oil paper. Finally, he trotted outside to help hawk: "Line up, don't push." That milky child's voice, my heart was melting. You know, this little child laborer is quite useful. I observed him while my hands never stopped working. "Miss Jiang, this sauce really leaves a lingering fragrance. My wife praised it endlessly yesterday and urged me to line up again today!" This was a scholar from the nearby Mingde Academy. I packed pancakes into oil paper while smiling: "Then I'll give you extra today, thank you for your business!" Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from behind him and pushed the scholar away. "What's the hold-up? I'm in a rush to get to work!" The scholar was pushed to the ground. Looking back, a tall, muscular man stood before him. I rubbed my hands in excitement. Finally, a troublemaker! 3 When I first transmigrated into this book, I knew I was bound to a unlucky system. Its only function was to make others unlucky. Say, what can this useless system achieve? Can it help me reach the pinnacle of life? No! I've thought about it for days. It can only be used to prank people! After carefully selecting for two days, I finally waited for someone to hit my muzzle. I was rubbing my hands, thinking about how to play with him. I saw Julian on the side hesitate for only a moment, then whoosh, he rushed over, spreading his arms to block in front of me. He wasn't even half the height of the muscular man, but he firmly shielded me behind him, eyes clear. Is this really the future cold-blooded, decisive villain? The muscular man lifted Julian with his right hand and raised his left fist to punch him. Julian didn't resist, instead letting his hand drop into his sleeve. Just as the man was about to strike his face, I raised a trembling hand to stop him: "Customer! Let's talk!!! The child is ignorant, don't blame him!" I grabbed Julian's shoulder, pulled him down from the man's grasp, and pushed him into the house: "Eating my pancakes and not working? Did you chop the wood? Fetch the water? Knead the dough? And you're making trouble here?" Switching to a smile, I handed the freshly wrapped oil paper package to the man: "Big brother, don't be angry, here's your pancake!" The man was stunned by my series of actions, unable to vent his anger. By now, my stall was surrounded by onlookers. Chattering and commenting. The man peeked into the house, snorted, took the pancake and left without paying a penny. I wasn't angry either. I happily helped the scholar up, dusting him off. And packed him another portion. The scholar bowed repeatedly: "Sorry to trouble you, Miss." Before leaving, he insisted on paying for two portions, but I refused. This was the good show I had been waiting for! They didn't know that before the muscular man left River Street, he suddenly cried "Ouch!" while lifting his leg. He fell flat on the stone road, eating dirt. Broken leg. Should be quiet for a while. 4 After a busy day, I finally had time. I looked at Julian standing nervously in the backyard: "Where is your home? Shall I take you back?" He lowered his head the moment I spoke, tears filling his eyes, murmuring: "Mom died, I have no home..." "Miss Jiang, can I stay? I can do anything, I won't eat for free..." The comments, silent all day, instantly became active. [Wow, the second male lead is so pitiful.] [But he's acting too pitiful, this Miss Jiang will probably be deceived until nothing is left!] They're right. I was manipulated! That face, that expression, who can resist! Want to protect him badly! I actually knew he was lying. After watching the comments all day, I knew most of Julian's background. He was the legitimate son of a Marquis, but his stepmother slandered him for "cursing his birth mother to death." Before his father led troops out of the capital, to protect the family reputation, he tacitly agreed to send him to a farm. Unexpectedly, he was hijacked halfway by people arranged by his stepmother and sold to human traffickers. Starving for days, he just escaped from the traffickers after a fierce fight, jumping into the water. Now back in the capital, he naturally planned to lie low and wait for an opportunity to take revenge. Who knew his small body, starved for days, hungry and sleepy, would collapse on River Street covered in wounds. According to the plot, he should have been picked up by the heroine, Sophie. Sophie's father, Prime Minister Su, found out his background and raised him in the Su family as a death warrior. Years later, he arranged for him to kill his own father and take the credit. Since then, he became even colder. Only the heroine remained the sole light in his life. But later the heroine met the male lead, and Julian felt abandoned by the world. Completely blackened into the biggest villain, causing trouble until he was pierced by ten thousand arrows by the male lead. Tsk tsk tsk, too miserable. I looked at Julian's chubby little face. Although I knew keeping him here was also using him. I still softened. According to the plot, his father wouldn't return to the capital for a while. Sending him away rashly now, if he still meets the people from the original plot and his character goes bad, we "bottom-rung people" will be the ones suffering. After all, our River Street was "massacred"! Might as well tire myself out, polish him, and raise him to be a bit more upright. After all, he's good-looking. Pleasing to the eye just sitting at home. I nodded at Julian: "Alright, sister accepts you as a little brother." "But, I don't raise idlers." So I kept him in the shop as a helper, claiming he was a distant cousin. Although he was reticent, he worked extremely seriously and learned quickly. Soon, he could help me keep accounts with a pen. Only, one day a month later. I found he copied something else while keeping accounts. While he was asleep, I sneaked a look. It was a list, with the names of all the merchants on River Street listed! My heart skipped a beat, remembering the "massacre of River Street" mentioned in the comments. My heart went cold. This kid really holds a grudge! The next day, I didn't open for business, deciding to straighten the child out. I put the booklet in front of him: "Little Ju, what is written here?" Seeing my serious expression, he panicked a bit. After all, he was only a ten-year-old child; how could he hide his thoughts? He quickly closed the booklet, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Accounts." I sat down smiling, holding a ruler in my hand: "Then today, sister will teach you how to calculate the real 'accounts'."
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