Randomly Making a Passerby Cry with Hunger

In his last life, he conned and swindled people. In this one, he studies agriculture at university. Fang Cisheng, a graduate student at an agricultural university, had been diligently growing corn in an experimental field when a flying pig came out of nowhere. He heroically fell in battle while trying to protect his graduation project. When he opened his eyes again, he had been transported to the interstellar age, and a manor pocket dimension was bound to him. Fang Cisheng: Farming? That sounds Like hell it does! Haven't I grown enough crops at school already? The System's electronic voice rang out: Dear Master, you can grow crops in the manor and upgrade it, too~ "Oh, give me a break." Fang Cisheng coldly delivered three refusals: "No farming, no upgrading, not interested." * Technology had advanced greatly in the interstellar age. Even the most important thing of all, food, had been replaced by nutritional drinks in a variety of flavors. After drinking nutritional drinks for three days straight, Fang Cisheng, a native of Earth, looked more bitter than a bitter melon. "System, are you there? I want to talk to you about something..." By setting eighteen alarms a day to water his crops and harvest them, and carrying a little notebook everywhere to record how long each crop took to ripen, Fang Cisheng worked himself to the bone for months without sleep. At last, he had carved out a place for himself. Standing in his bountiful fields with his trouser legs rolled up, dark circles under his eyes, Fang Cisheng wore the satisfied smile of an old farmer. But being able to eat his fill wasn't enough. With less money in his pockets than the dirt on his face, Fang Cisheng decided to wield his wok and break into livestreaming, rescuing the barren food scene of this era. * On his first day streaming, Fang Cisheng made it onto the platform's top rankings. Seeing Fang Cisheng flipping food in the stream's cover image, passersby assumed he was just another streamer chasing attention with cheap stunts. They clicked in out of curiosity, only for the aroma of the food to waft through the screen. Tears began streaming from everyone's mouths. Fang Cisheng made tofu pudding, and the comments said: [Streamer, I don't eat spicy food! Don't add chili! Put in some sugar! Add some sugar!!!!] Someone below objected: [Don't listen to him, streamer. That weirdo above bought the candy-and-beef combo flavor. Listen to me, make it extra numbing and spicy.] [I think you should add braising sauce.] Everyone swallowed their saliva and shared Fang Cisheng's livestream with their friends and family. "I can't be the only one crying from hunger." Before watching Fang Cisheng's livestream, I never realized how painful it could be to drink nutritional drinks., An interstellar netizen * After countless netizens begged him, Fang Cisheng finally held an in-person food festival. At the Star Palace building, the Minister of Finance mustered his courage and knocked on the office door of the Federation Marshal, whose fame had spread across the four star systems. "I know my responsibilities as Minister of Finance are significant, but tomorrow is the first day of the Blue Star Food Festival, and Chef Fang says he'll make roast duck for us. I've been craving roast duck for ages. Marshal, please, just give me the day off." "Who's Chef Fang?" The person across from him looked up from his documents. "He's a famous streamer on the interstellar internet lately. His name is Fang Cisheng, and his livestream is..." The Minister of Finance shared a link with him. The Marshal clicked it without expression. The next second, a dazzling effect reserved for the top donor filled the livestream. [Blue Star's Chef Fang's 'Guardian' has entered the livestream.] A food festival? How could there be an event that even he, the top donor, didn't know about? Hmm, looks like he hasn't been spending enough. The Minister of Finance beside him looked hopeful. "So, can I have tomorrow off?" "...You can." The Marshal nodded coldly. Theme: Self-reliance and hard work