A Bowl of Plain Noodles and Proxy Dating

Noon.

Lin Siyue casually boiled a simple bowl of noodles with hot water. The bowl of noodles was nothing special, requiring no exquisite cooking skills, nor did it have any beautiful or delicious side dishes. It was just a bowl of plain white noodles, at most with some Lao Ma Jia chili sauce and beef sauce, drizzled with some soy sauce, and it was ready to eat.

Originally, she planned to fry an egg, but her skills were truly lacking, so she helplessly gave up. On second thought, a boiled egg would be fine, but Lin Siyue found it too troublesome. Adding the egg late would make it break easily, and adding it early wasn't much better. So she decided not to use eggs at all, only taking some leftovers, mixing them with chili sauce and beef sauce, and eating heartily. From her appearance, it seemed very delicious.

The ancestors of various dynasties looked at that pure white bowl of noodles, with red flakes and a few small yellow meat pieces sprinkled on top, and couldn't help but swallow their saliva, their eyes filled with greed.

"My goodness, am I seeing things? That is pure white flour!" someone exclaimed in shock. This must be someone who hadn't watched the previous food videos on the sky screen; otherwise, they wouldn't be so shocked to see a bowl of noodles.

"White as snow, delicate and delicious, it must be chewy and soft, truly a top-grade dish." A glutton's saliva was already running long.

"My goodness, sky screen, do you dare to tempt me? Men! Bring this master a plate of roasted suckling pig immediately!" a landlord ordered, waving his sleeves in defiance. The landlords and bosses expressed: "Hmph! We don't care for your white flour, we eat meat!"

Another round of chaos ensued, another day of admiration and envy. The ancestors' hatred value toward the sky screen was about to reach the warning level.

[My goodness, can you actually ask someone to date on your behalf? As expected, the netizens really know how to play.

Sister: "Sister, I want to date but I have social anxiety. Why don't you talk to him using my name? If it goes well, transfer him to me; if not, change to someone else."
Best friend: "What? How can I help you talk?"
Sister: "Use my name and photo, and remember not to send voice messages. If it succeeds, hand him over to me."
Best friend: "Then how do we keep in touch?"
Sister: "Use an alt account that both of us can log into, so I can track the actual progress."
Best friend: "But if it succeeds, won't he find it strange when we switch?"
Sister: "It's fine, just say I have sequelae from an illness."
Best friend: "Alright, let me try."]

"Heavens, can it actually be done like this!" someone exclaimed in shock.

"It must be said that the later generations really know how to play. I can't keep up!" someone's eyes lit up, seemingly wanting to try it.

The person beside him glanced over and said speechlessly, "Play is play, just watch for fun, don't take it seriously. If you believe such an unreliable thing, you are truly foolish."

The other retorted unhappily, "But it's real in the later generations!"

The first one rolled his eyes and mocked, "Well, you also said it's the later generations, and whether this matter is real still remains to be seen. Perhaps it's just a joke during leisure time, yet you take it seriously, you are truly hopeless. Furthermore, this matter is full of risks, don't you see?"

"What risks?" The other calmed down and asked in confusion. He was still planning to find his good brother tomorrow to test it out, making a round of "carrier pigeon" confessions.

"Look, asking someone else to find a boyfriend for you—not to mention deceiving feelings, just obtaining feelings from someone else's hands, how much do you think they will cherish it? Moreover, it's very dangerous. What if the other party is a professional love scammer who uses words to trap both of you? At that time, won't even the best friend be dragged in? A love triangle will form, and you will only suffer."

Everyone fell silent. Thinking about it, these words were indeed very reasonable. However, they didn't care too much, only treating it as entertainment, laughing a bit. Perhaps people were just joking with friends, wasn't that very common? As for anyone who believed it to be real, they could only wish that person... a rough time. A rough time at least meant they could be responsible for themselves, for others, and for the best friend who indulged such a bizarre request.