DLRC – Chapter 29 So Soft and Adorable! Must Be a Little Angel

The area around Changqing Road was undeniably convenient—there were all kinds of shops nearby, enough to meet all daily needs.

The market was just a few minutes’ walk from their new home, a place brimming with a lively, down-to-earth atmosphere. Stepping into it made one instantly feel like a part of the bustling local community.

Back then, markets weren’t as regulated as they would be in the future. Most vendors set up small, makeshift stalls. The more official ones—those who sold from cement platforms—had fixed spots that required rent.

Of course, there were plenty of mobile vendors too. Looking across the market, you could see people setting up small stalls beside each cement table, sitting right on the ground.

The variety of vegetables in the market was actually quite good—not as bleak as Yu Wei had imagined.

As they strolled through the place, Mrs. Jiang, the landlady, barely stopped talking. She pointed out which stalls had the freshest produce, which vendors were honest, who was open to bargaining and who wasn’t.

She covered every detail, giving Yu Wei a full rundown.

It was the first time Yu Wei realized that even buying groceries came with so many nuances.

That tin of cookies she’d given the landlady had definitely been a smart move.

By the end of the trip, Mrs. Jiang had bought quite a lot of groceries—enough for a day, judging by the amount. Since Yu Wei hadn’t brought a basket, she only picked up what was needed for lunch. She figured she could come back for more in the evening.

On their way home, they ran into several of Mrs. Jiang’s acquaintances. She eagerly introduced Yu Wei to each of them. Yu Hui held his mom’s hand, quietly observing all the aunties and grannies. He liked them better than his grandma—because they all smiled at him.

Thanks to the landlady’s help, Yu Wei had now successfully integrated into the neighborhood on Changqing Road. By the time they got home, it was already close to 10:30 a.m.—just the right time to start preparing lunch.

“Auntie Jiang, can I ask if there are any good shops for rent nearby?”

Mrs. Jiang was just about to head into the kitchen when she heard Yu Wei’s question and looked puzzled. “Shops for rent? Who’s looking to rent?”

Surely it wasn’t this young mother.

“I am,” Yu Wei smiled. “I’m thinking of opening a dessert shop—like the cookies I gave you earlier. I’m pretty decent at baking, so I wanted to try starting a business.”

So that’s what it was. But…

Mrs. Jiang glanced down at the little boy. “But how are you going to open a shop with your little one? You don’t have a man around… Running a shop takes a lot of energy.”

“It’s okay. I’m not aiming for anything too big. I just want to earn enough to cover daily expenses for me and my son.”

“Well… opening a shop needs capital. Do you have enough money?”

Yu Wei smiled. “I’ll borrow a bit from my parents if needed. It’s no big deal.” She didn’t want to reveal too much, especially not about her finances—it was always best to be cautious.

Mrs. Jiang didn’t press the issue further once she understood the situation. After all, this was Yu Wei’s decision, and if she had a plan, it wasn’t her place to interfere.

“Well, alright then. You’ve got talent—maybe a shop could really work out.” Although she said that, Mrs. Jiang was skeptical. She didn’t think a single mother with a young child could manage a business.

A woman, with a child to care for—where would she find the time and energy to run a shop? Wasn’t that men’s work? Women were better off just working regular jobs and taking care of the kids. No need for all this fuss.

“But if you’re going to open a shop, what about your son?”

“Huihui is a good boy. I’ll just take him to work with me.”

Mrs. Jiang nodded and asked, “What about your old job? You’re not doing that anymore?” She still didn’t know what Yu Wei’s previous occupation had been.

“I’ve actually already quit. I want to settle down here and focus on opening the shop.”

She was hoping Mrs. Jiang could help her find a storefront. For newcomers, this sort of thing was hard to figure out. But someone like Mrs. Jiang, who was retired and knew the neighborhood inside and out, would definitely know where the good locations were—where the foot traffic was high. She was the perfect person to ask.

And since Yu Wei had just gifted her those cookies, Mrs. Jiang couldn’t possibly refuse. She had to save face!

“Alright, I’ll help you look into it,” Mrs. Jiang agreed cheerfully. “I can’t think of anywhere off the top of my head, but I’ll keep an eye out next time I’m out and about and let you know.”

“Thank you so much, Auntie Jiang.”

After they said goodbye, Yu Wei finally felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off her chest. It was like she could see a bright future waving at her from a distance. Even her movements in the kitchen were light and breezy.

Their first lunch in the new home was a feast: dried bamboo shoots stir-fried with shredded pork—rich and fragrant; stir-fried baby bok choy—crisp and refreshing; and a bowl of tomato and egg soup—warm and comforting, like a hug in every sip.

Simple homestyle dishes, but Yu Wei made them sing. Yu Hui enjoyed them so much he looked like he wanted to swallow his own tongue. Even after he finished, he licked his little spoon, making Yu Wei laugh out loud.

Just after lunch, there was a knock at the door. Yu Wei thought it might be the landlady again, but it turned out to be a woman she didn’t recognize.

She looked to be in her thirties, had a kind face, and her hair was pinned up in a loose bun with a big clip. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled warmly at Yu Wei.

She was holding two jars of something and peered past Yu Wei into the room, where a little boy at the table was looking back at her, spoon in hand.

“You must be the new neighbor who just moved in,” the woman said with a smile.

“Yes, that’s me. And you are…?”

“I’m the mom of the twin girls next door. I was at work this morning, and just now when I came back to cook, my daughter told me the new neighbor gave us some cookies—so I came over to say hi.”

“Oh, I see. And those jars are…?” Yu Wei glanced at what the woman was holding.

The woman placed the jars into Yu Wei’s hands and smiled. “It’s nothing fancy—just some homemade sauces. You can have them with porridge or rice!”

“Oh, that’s too kind! You really didn’t have to.” Yu Wei hurried to return the jars. Two full jars of sauce—they couldn’t be cheap.

“No, no, you keep them! It’s just neighborly exchange, right?” the woman replied warmly.

Yu Wei hesitated, a little embarrassed. “The cookies I gave weren’t worth much. Two jars of sauce feels like too much. Why don’t you take one back?”

“No need! They’re not expensive. Really, just take them.”

The two of them chatted for a while longer, and Yu Wei learned that this kind-faced woman was named Song Xia, mother of the twin girls. They only had those two children. Her husband worked for a state-owned enterprise, and she worked at a cosmetics factory. They’d been living here for six or seven years—a long-time resident.

She said that if Yu Wei had any problems as the newcomer, she could come to her. She would be home after work and always welcomed her to stop by.

Yu Wei smiled and agreed. After chatting a bit more, she said goodbye and went inside to start cleaning up the dishes.

Yu Hui watched his mom busy herself. Before long, he grew sleepy and quietly climbed into bed, hugging his little panda and drifting off to sleep.

She took the jar of sauce into the kitchen, opened it, and dipped the tip of her chopstick in for a taste. It was fresh and savory, with a nice flavor. There were some kind of small bits inside that gave it a chewy texture—definitely good with rice.

After dinner and washing the dishes, with nothing else to do, she confidently opened her livestream. She had planned to talk about opening a dessert shop, but what she didn’t expect was that… her stream blew up!

This broadcast broke her all-time record. In just 10 minutes after starting, the viewer count had already reached 40,000!

With such a huge audience, the gift count skyrocketed. Yu Wei couldn’t even see the flower icons anymore—her screen was practically buried in candy rainbows, each worth dozens of yuan. Occasionally, even airplanes and cannons floated by… Who wouldn’t get nervous seeing that?

She really hadn’t expected to get this popular… yeah right.

Yu Wei had to take a moment to calm her racing heart. She forced herself to settle down before finally greeting her viewers with a slightly hoarse voice.

“Hello everyone, I’m your streamer, Little Mermaid Tail…” She didn’t even finish her sentence before the comment section exploded.

【Ahhhh—it’s finally live!】

【Streamer, I love you, hurry up and take me shopping!】

【I came from the homepage, already watched all the replays. This streamer is wild!】

【Me too, me too! Came from the homepage!】

【I have to see this with my own eyes today—science brings eternal life!】

The screen filled with “homepage +1” comments, leaving Yu Wei completely dumbfounded.

She had no idea her stream had gotten this popular—enough to land her on the homepage.

And not just any homepage. Every streamer on Jiumi Live dreams of a “day trip” to the homepage. Even just getting featured for an hour could double their viewer count!

What’s more, the homepage recommendation spot is based strictly on popularity and engagement—it can’t be bought. Anyone caught faking numbers gets harshly penalized.

First offense: shadowban.

Third offense: permanent ban. No one dares risk it.

Getting on the homepage was basically like trending on social media, and Yu Wei couldn’t understand it. She didn’t think any of her recent streams had been hot enough to earn her a spot. Who pushed her video there?

Did she buy her way in? Absolutely not.

She didn’t even have the money to buy her way onto the homepage—data manipulation fees are expensive, and a small-time streamer like her simply couldn’t afford them.

So the only logical conclusion was: her stream went viral, organically—enough to get featured. And that’s what brought in all this traffic!

The passionate viewers gave her no time to think. On screen, even the candy rainbows were no longer visible—everything was buried under ¥20 rainbows, and now and then, a few airplanes and tanks floated past.

Yu Wei swallowed hard and glanced at the bottom right corner. The total gift value was clearly displayed: 1608.9.

And it hadn’t even been 30 minutes yet.

So this is the power of traffic?

【Why isn’t the streamer talking? Is she stunned?】

【Weren’t the last few streams fine? Can’t come up with anything today?】

【Did the film crew take down the set?】

【No way, I believed this too…】

【Streamer, what’s going on?!】

Yu Wei was instantly filled with determination—she couldn’t let money slip away!

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said, forcing a decent smile. Inside, though, she had no idea what to say to all these viewers.

Would speaking scare them off? She was already getting anxious, torn between hope and fear.

Her eyes curved with a smile. Her face, free of heavy makeup, had only a light layer of lipstick, but her delicate features still drew every eye.

“Thank you all for supporting your girl, Mermaid Tail. Today… actually, I wanted to share some good news.” (Not take you out shopping!)

【What good news—did you time travel again?】

【Don’t tell me you came back from the past?】

【No way, the background’s still that same old house.】

【Wait, what’s going on? What time travel? Who time traveled?】

“It’s like this: I’m planning to open a dessert shop in the 1980s. So I started this livestream to talk about starting a business…”

The comment section erupted in disappointed groans.

【What, seriously? I came here just to go shopping!】

【Yeah, if we’re not going outside, then what’s the point?】

【Come on, why didn’t you go out today when I finally showed up? You went out every time before!】

【You’re doing this on purpose?】

【She’s about to slip up, huh?】

Yu Wei: “?”

She was innocent! Today… today she really hadn’t planned to go out!

But there was no denying it—netizens had the wildest logic. Being a streamer was tough.

Still, money talks. Yu Wei wouldn’t dare say anything like “Then you guys go outside yourselves.” So instead, she kept the front camera on, stood up, and walked out onto the balcony, raising her phone high into the air.

At that moment, she wished she had a selfie stick. Her arms weren’t long enough. Thankfully, the view from the balcony was wide open—you could clearly see the scenery below and even some scattered pedestrians.

The view below looked so authentic that new viewers, unfamiliar with the situation, started flooding the comments:

【Excuse me, where is the streamer? That scenery looks so weird…】

【What kind of backward mountain village is this? I didn’t know places like this still existed in this day and age.】

【What kind of stream is this? I don’t get it—saw it on the homepage just now.】

【Same here. What even is this? Why is it on the homepage?】

【Clicked in out of curiosity, but I still don’t get it after watching for a while.】

Finally, some helpful netizens chimed in:

【If you’re confused, go to the Community homepage and check the first post under the “Lifestyle” category. You’ll be back here thanking me.】

Their enthusiastic responses saved Yu Wei from having to explain everything herself. Once she composed herself, she began livestreaming the 1980s street view outside the balcony for her 80,000 viewers.

“As you can see, the streamer has moved into a new home. The scenery outside is authentic 1980s. You can find detailed comparison images and replay videos on my community homepage. If you’re not sure what’s going on, check it out after the stream.”

She kept her polite smile in place, her lips painted in a vintage red from the department store. But in her mind, she was already scrapping the idea of a chit-chat session—better to go shopping and make more money…

Since moving out of the Yu household, Yu Wei had been full of energy.

Today, her long black hair was left down, cascading over her narrow shoulders. The white blouse she wore reflected light like a natural reflector, making her pretty little face look even more radiant. With only lipstick on, she still appeared stunningly beautiful.

Some viewers were already commenting purely for her looks:

【It’s okay, honestly I only came here for the streamer’s face anyway.】

【Haha, same here!】

【+1, I’m totally falling for the streamer’s looks! Let’s gooo!】

【So is the streamer really not considering becoming a beauty blogger?】

【Agree with the one above! I’d show up every day to support a beauty streamer!】

【So… gorgeous streamer, please take us out shopping!】

Why is the topic drifting further and further off course?

That’s the problem when there are too many people—one brings up this topic, another brings up that one… What can you do? Looking at the live stream room, which had already reached 70,000 viewers, Yu Wei sighed.

What else could she say? Though she’d never had such a high viewer count before, there was no choice now but to power through. After all, who would turn their back on money? This was the 1980s—she was planning to make big money, buy a big house, and move into a new home with her son!

So, she finally got to the main topic: “I was just planning to chat with everyone today, but since you all want to go out shopping, the streamer will… well, I’ll go change my shoes first—put on some sneakers—and then take everyone out.”

Yu Wei changed shoes with a mix of pain and joy, getting ready to head out. She figured she’d just walk around for a few minutes and come back. Her little one was still sleeping soundly, and she didn’t want to wake him. But just as her hand turned the doorknob, a soft click sounded, followed by a confused and helpless babyish voice. Her sweet son had actually woken up.

“Mama…”

That soft, adorable voice came through the phone and into the ears of every viewer watching the stream, setting off an explosion in the comments section.

【Wait, what did I just hear?】

【Ahhhh—! The streamer’s kid has the cutest baby voice ever!】

【OMG, I was just wondering whose adorable voice that was—too cute!】

【Oh my god, so soft and sweet! Must be a little angel!】

【Huh? I thought I was imagining things. Where’d Yu Wei get a kid?】

【Hahahaha—didn’t you know the streamer has a son after transmigrating?】

【New viewers probably don’t know. How come the streamer looks so young but already has a kid?】

【Wait, what! She’s married? My heart is shattered…】

【Hold on, what’s going on? Transmigration? A son?!】

Yu Wei sighed and quickly walked to the bed, crouching down. Little Yu Hui eagerly dove into her arms.

Knocked slightly backward by his hug, she barely managed to stay upright by grabbing the bedsheet. She gently patted his soft back with a sigh.

“Mama has something to do right now. Huihui, be good and wait at home, okay?”

“Mama…”

That soft, sugary voice could melt hearts. Even Yu Wei felt her heart drowning in syrup at the sound.

How could he be this cute? Just his voice could trigger a maternal urge in so many women.

His little body was warm and sweaty in her arms—he always ran hot, like a little furnace. Holding him for just a few minutes could make someone melt.

Meanwhile, the comment section was buzzing about the streamer’s son, wondering why she wouldn’t let him appear on screen.

Some said it was natural for a mother to protect her child’s privacy, keeping family and work separate. Others guessed it was because the streamer had transmigrated to the 1980s, and showing the baby might scare him. A few, with mean mouths and no decency, even claimed it was because the kid was too ugly and she was embarrassed.

There are always people who love to stir up drama, but thankfully, other viewers stood up for Yu Wei.

【With such a cute baby voice, how ugly could he be?! Our beautiful streamer couldn’t possibly give birth to something unpleasant-looking!】

【Who the hell’s talking trash like that—get lost!】

The debate was intense, but it didn’t need Yu Wei to intervene at all. The audience had more than enough energy to fight and entertain themselves.

While Yu Wei was comforting her little one, he soon sat obediently on the edge of the bed. Looking seriously into her eyes, he said, “Mama, I’ll turn a page of the book and eat five biscuits. When you come back, I’ll stop eating.”

Yu Hui was a clever little boy. Yu Wei had just taught him numbers up to twenty recently, and he had remembered them all that same day. Now, he was applying what he learned and even limiting himself to five cookies.

Yu Wei’s eyes lit up. Her baby was finding something to do on his own and keeping busy without bothering her.

So sweet! If it weren’t for the scorching weather and the fear his feet might get sore from walking too much, she’d want to take him with her everywhere.

“Okay. Mama made some cookies this morning, and there’s an opened can of yellow peaches in the kitchen. If you want something to eat, go ahead and get it. I’ll be back soon, so wait for me like a good boy.”

Yu Wei affectionately tousled her son’s fine hair. Yu Hui’s clear deer-like eyes were full of reluctance, but he gripped his little panda plush with determination.

Mama said she had something to do. He couldn’t follow her around like dead weight. He was a good boy, not a burden.

“Oh right.” She suddenly remembered something and kissed his soft cheek. “Our good boy loves books. I’ll buy you a picture book when I get back, so it’ll be easier to teach you how to read, okay?”

Even though she worried about leaving him alone at home, the reality was that she couldn’t always be by his side. It wasn’t possible to tie him to her every time she left the house. Independence needed to be fostered early so he could learn to integrate into society one day.

Being born into a single-parent household meant certain things were just inevitable.

Yu Hui bit his lip and fought the reluctance in his heart. In a soft, trembling voice, he said, “Okay…”

Despite how unwilling he was, he still watched with his own eyes as his mother walked out the door and disappeared from view. Just a few days ago, he’d been terrified of her leaving him. But now… not so much.

Children have a strong sense of perception. Though adults often see them as clueless little kids, never underestimate a child’s thoughts.

They’re not ignorant. Especially when it comes to sensing affection from their parents—whether it’s real or fake, they know deep down.

Meanwhile, out on the street.

“Thanks to viewer ‘Red Spider Lily’ for the airplane gift!”

The sneakers were definitely more comfortable. She used to walk around in the original host’s threadbare cloth shoes—they were thin and stiff, and after half an hour of walking, her feet would be rubbed raw. Luckily, she had money now and could afford a decent pair of quality sneakers.

“We’re now on Zhenxing Road. There’s a huge restaurant here, but the streamer’s broke, so I won’t take you inside.”

Hmm? Something felt off—why did it seem like she’d gone from food vlogger to tour guide?

Virtual tour guide?

【I keep hearing the streamer is broke—so how broke exactly?】

【Really? I don’t believe it】

【That state-owned restaurant is seriously ancient. I remember going there with my parents as a teen. The food tasted like heaven】

【This street is definitely in Lucheng】

【The streamer’s walked at least two different streets just now—none of them were repeated. What film crew could pull off a set this elaborate?】

【Yeah, I believe it now】

“I’ve eaten at that state-owned restaurant a couple times—it’s pretty good, nice and light.” Perfect for her son.

The stream had already been going for over an hour. Yu Wei had thought this kind of boring street tour would make viewers lose interest, but to her surprise, they were having the time of their lives.

【I was super poor as a kid and couldn’t even dream of going to a state-owned restaurant. And the streamer calls herself broke? Rage!】

【So, verdict: streamer is fake-poor!】

【My mom told me she and my dad had their blind date in one of those restaurants—he treated her and they got together】

【So that’s the legendary state-owned restaurant! Thanks for the history lesson】

【As a Gen Alpha, I had no idea what a state-owned restaurant was】

【Even we post-2000s never saw one】

It was Saturday, and the street was full of students. Seeing them reminded Yu Wei of her own son. If only Huihui could be as lively as they were… But never mind. Huihui was already lovable enough. As a mother, she was satisfied. With time and teaching, he’d only get better and better.

She kept streaming while walking, from Changqing Road all the way to the quieter Guntong Road. Her legs felt like they were filled with lead. She leaned against a wall to rest, thinking one thing: Good thing I didn’t bring my son out. His little feet would’ve been wrecked.

Looking at the 3,667 gifts displayed in the corner of the screen, Yu Wei felt like she was floating.

Why did this feel like… “Just walking down the street and money’s falling from the sky”?