Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 73: Don’t Be a Gossip

The vegetable stall owner took the money and was still in a state of shock, while the beef stall owner next door stared wide-eyed.

He shook his head vigorously and quickly regained his senses—should he give it a try too?

Raising his hand, he shouted at Li Sulan, "Fairy! Fairy! Look over here~"

Attracted by the voice, Li Sulan turned her head, her proud expression tinged with doubt.

"Yes, yes, Fairy, I’m calling you!"

"What’s the matter?" Li Sulan felt a wave of contempt. She had been the school beauty in her youth and retained her charm even in older age—but was this really necessary?

They acted as if they’d never seen an attractive person before.

The beef stall owner held up a large chunk of beef and smiled obsequiously, "Fairy, the cows we raise eat fresh grass airlifted from overseas. The beef is tender, flavorful, and farm-raised—guaranteed you won’t find this taste anywhere in the city. How about ten pounds of it?"

To maintain her figure, Li Sulan rarely ate pork, preferring high-quality proteins like beef and lamb.

Since the stall owner was so enthusiastic and happened to sell beef, she saw no reason to refuse.

Without even asking the price, she slammed the remaining 3800 yuan onto the meat-cutting board and asked imperiously, "Is this enough?"

The beef stall owner was shocked again, stammering nervously, "E-enough... it’s enough..."

"Ten pounds of beef for 3800 yuan. Truly a bargain," Li Sulan murmured, turning to glance at Chu Xi. "Xixi, did Mom just snag a great deal?"

Usually, eating a steak at a restaurant would cost her far more than this.

Chu Xi had lost all ability to genuinely compliment Li Sulan. She only nodded stiffly, devoid of emotion.

After Li Sulan and Chu Xi left, the vegetable stall owner and beef stall owner huddled together, exchanging glances. The money in their hands suddenly felt burning hot.

"Are those two mentally unstable or something?"

"No idea. I saw someone behind them carrying a big camera—should we return the money just in case?"

"Nah, it’s free money. Let’s hang onto it, and if they come back, we can return it then."

[Making money this easily makes it feel scorching.]

[I’m not afraid of money burns! Please, shower me with cash like Li Sulan—she’s the brainless rich patron my destiny lacks.]

...

On Sang Ning’s way back to the market, she happened to run into Grandma Song leading the guests to shop for frozen goods.

Hearing that everyone planned to prep a barbecue first, Sang Ning didn’t hold back and picked out her favorites: tilapia and juicy beef balls.

After buying the frozen goods, Li Sulan and Chu Xi finally returned.

Grandma Song bent over to examine what Li Sulan was carrying. When she saw it was a bag of beef, she chuckled, "You said you’d buy something you like. Turns out you went for beef, huh?"

"Mm-hmm." Li Sulan lifted her chin and nodded confidently.

Hu Zhi gave the bag a glance and casually asked, "How much did you pay for it?"

Li Sulan had no intention of engaging with her and replied coolly, "3800 for the beef, 200 for the tomatoes."

Hearing this, Hu Zhi was shocked, her hand trembling violently as she held the grill rack. Her voice suddenly shot up, "What?! Say it again!"

Li Sulan didn’t respond this time. Instead, she rolled her eyes disdainfully.

Making a fuss over nothing—truly, poor folks are never composed in public.

Not only Hu Zhi, but the other guests were also stunned into silence.

Sang Chuan blurted out, "Are you serious? Who spends that much money to get so little beef—are you joking with me?"

[Classic Sang Chuan—the internet’s spokesperson for sharp tongues.]

Sang Ning was usually calm, but even she was internally screaming: What the heck?

She felt betrayed. After managing to scrape together funds for everyone’s shared living expenses, Li Sulan’s spending speed was beyond description—it wasn’t like running water but more like a tornado tearing through things, leaving no trace behind.

Grandma Song steadied herself and hurried forward to grab Li Sulan, anxiously saying, "Little Li, you got scammed badly. Tell me which stall sold you this. Let this old woman reason with them—this is simply bullying!"

Li Sulan shook off Grandma Song’s grip and replied nonchalantly, "I don’t feel scammed. This was already very cheap. I usually eat far more expensive food."

The air fell into a momentary silence. Everyone thought Li Sulan lacked common sense but didn’t want to say it directly to her face.

Chu Wei tugged her mother’s hand and whispered, "Mom, what’s wrong with Chu Xi’s mother? Everyone agreed to split the cost of groceries equally, but they spent 4000 yuan just like that. Are we really expected to be suckers and go along with it?"

Chuyun also felt uncomfortable. On the first day of filming, Li Sulan had resolved her family’s accommodation issue, and with that favor owed, Chuyun didn’t feel entitled to criticize her.

But the Sang Family wouldn’t let it slide. Without a second thought, Hu Zhi grabbed the bag from Li Sulan’s hand, "Sis, are you out of your mind? You were ripped off and now want to rip us off too? We agreed to split costs for groceries, and for such a large expense, couldn’t you ask for our opinions first?"

"Now tell me, which stall owner sold you this? I’m going to demand a refund!"

Humiliated in public, Li Sulan was infuriated. She snatched the bag of beef back and retorted aggressively, "Who are you calling mindless? I just wanted to eat beef—why do you have to make things so difficult for me? I’ve already bought it, and now you want me to return it? How embarrassing would that be?"

Her tone was confrontational, and Li Sulan refused to reflect on her own actions, pinning all blame on Hu Zhi instead: "Can’t stomach refined grains? That’s exactly what deadbeat poor people like you deserve—your narrow-mindedness condemns you to a lifetime at the bottom of society."

[Self-destructive behavior paired with external blame—perfectly embodies Li Sulan.]

[She’s insane—making mistakes herself yet personally attacking Hu Zhi? I just can’t stand it anymore.]

Hu Zhi visibly shuddered, clearly from anger.

Just as Sang Ning and Sang Chuan were about to step forward to help Hu Zhi, she suddenly let out a piercing scream, startling all the guests.

"Li Sulan, I’ve had enough!"

Hu Zhi slammed the barbecue rack onto the ground, charged forward, and grabbed Li Sulan’s hair. Her previously tied-up hair immediately loosened, making it easier for Hu Zhi to keep her grip.

Hu Zhi was fierce, yanking Li Sulan’s hair while pushing her forward, directly knocking her into a pile of fresh vegetables the stalls had just stacked up. Li Sulan’s bag was flung aside as well.

Using the momentum, Hu Zhi pinned her onto the vegetables, straddling her and refusing to let go.

Hu Zhi ground her teeth together tightly. Damn it—Li Sulan had insulted her over and over again. Back when she threw a million-yuan check into her face, Hu Zhi had endured it, considering that Li Sulan had raised Sang Ning for years and was Chu Xi’s biological mother.

But now, every time she insulted her with the words "deadbeat poor," Li Sulan acted as though she was immune to repercussions. Did she really think Hu Zhi was the kind to swallow every grievance?

[I’m speechless. Truly, the Sang Family’s boldness must be ingrained in their DNA.]

[But this is Li Sulan—Chu Tian’s wife! Does Hu Zhi really not care about who she’s up against? Her bravery is shocking!]

[Hu Zhi: I don’t care who you’re married to—I’m beating you as a person!]