Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 174 Mr. Li Goes Fishing

Chapter 174: Chapter 174 Mr. Li Goes Fishing

At night, Grandpa Chen’s house.

In the backyard, Shen Fang neatly stacked the freshly organized lumber at his feet.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and glanced at Li Juezhou, who was carefully carving a wooden ring with a chisel.

Li Juezhou had been working on this thing the whole day. Now it was dark, and he was still at it.

Shen Fang felt a wave of frustration rise within him. He rolled his eyes and said, "Bro, woodworking — this is what you call relaxing?"

He had finally managed to take this year-end vacation, and yet Li Juezhou dragged him out here claiming they’d "relax." Who would have thought their version of relaxation involved —

hiding behind the lens and spending days doing woodworking at someone else’s house?

Li Juezhou continued to focus on his chisel work, not even giving a glance upward, and lazily remarked, "You wouldn’t understand. I’m fishing with a long line."

"Fishing? What fish? I don’t get it. If you’re fishing, shouldn’t we be at a pond? Why are we stuck in someone’s backyard doing woodworking?" Shen Fang muttered, confused.

"Xiao Li, Xiao Shen, the photographer’s already left. You can come to the front yard now."

Before Shen Fang could get an answer from Li Juezhou, he heard Sang Youming calling out.

"Good evening, Uncle," Li Juezhou finally put down his chisel and respectfully stood up to greet Sang Youming.

Shen Fang also followed suit in greeting Sang Youming, though he couldn’t resist throwing a fierce glare at Li Juezhou.

This guy had zero respect for his peers but was overly polite to elders.

Sang Youming walked over grinning, casually glanced at the item in Li Juezhou’s hand, and gave a heartfelt compliment: "Xiao Li, you’ve really got great intuition! Just a few days in, and your skills are already so polished."

Li Juezhou curved his lips into a modest smile and replied, "It’s all thanks to Uncle Sang’s guidance."

Usually, Sang Youming was the one being scolded around here. It was rare to hear this kind of praise from a young man, and he was downright ecstatic. His impression of Li Juezhou was growing fonder by the minute.

"Xiao Li, you’re a decent kid — taking Zhizhi to the hospital and helping me out here. You’ll surely go far in life."

Li Juezhou, who was taller than Sang Youming, lowered his head slightly out of courtesy, trying not to appear imposing or overpowering. Upholding the demeanor a younger person should have, he said:

"Uncle, don’t praise me like that. Helping you is partly selfish on my part — I’m genuinely interested in woodworking. As for taking Auntie to the hospital, it was just on the way."

Shen Fang immediately smelled something fishy. Since when did Li Juezhou do anything out of sheer kindness?

Reflecting further on the layers of meaning, Shen Fang finally understood the master plan.

Li Juezhou wasn’t fishing for actual fish! This guy was fishing for people — casting out long lines all the way to their parents!

Sang Youming suggested the two head to the front yard to eat. As soon as Sang Youming left, Shen Fang quickly sidled up to Li Juezhou.

With a mocking tone, he sneered, "I’ve finally figured you out! What now? Since winning over the person of your affection didn’t work, you’re targeting their parents? Why couldn’t you do this on your own? Dragging me here to waste my year-end vacation on your schemes — honestly, someone ought to strike you with a thunderbolt already!"

Li Juezhou tilted his head toward Shen Fang, the corners of his lips curving into an ambiguous smile. "Sorry to break it to you, but you’re just another pawn in the plan, a tool to make my target lower her guard."

Shen Fang: "..."

You self-righteous prick! I rarely get time off, only to be turned into your tool!

When they arrived at the front yard, neither Grandpa Chen nor Chen Weimin was in sight.

Sang Youming checked the stove but found no dinner ready. He slapped his forehead in disappointment and said:

"Looks like we’ll have to sort out dinner ourselves tonight."

Just as these words left his mouth, the creak of the front gate sounded.

"Dad, I’ve brought you dinner."

Sang Youming hurried toward the gate to see Sang Ning walking in with two meal boxes in each hand.

His eyes lit up instantly, and he rushed to greet her.

"Sweetheart, you’re truly heaven-sent. I was just saying there’s no dinner, and here you are!"

After speaking, Sang Youming sneakily glanced toward the gate.

Sang Ning quickly pressed his shoulders to stop him and said, "Dad, don’t bother looking. Grandpa Chen won’t be back anytime soon."

"Granny Huang mentioned that something urgent came up in the village tonight, and Grandpa Chen and Chen Weimin are both needed there.

"Mom seized this opportunity to whip up some delicious food for you, asking me to deliver it and pamper you a bit."

Sang Youming looked at the boxes in his hands, and his face instantly radiated happiness.

"Ah, your mom, she’s a softie at heart — always nagging me, but when we’re apart even for a few days, she can’t handle it."

Sang Youming cheerfully took the boxes and asked, "Where’s your mom, though? Why didn’t she deliver it herself?"

"My mom?" Sang Ning raised her brows and quipped, "She said she was busy studying chef theory and didn’t have the time to deal with you."

Sang Youming flinched in surprise. Well, well, his wife was really hitting the books these days!

He couldn’t afford to fall behind, either!

Carrying the meal boxes, Sang Youming walked toward the round table in the yard. Passing the hallway entrance, he called out to the people inside:

"Xiao Li, you’re in luck. Wash up and come eat!"

Following Sang Youming’s gaze, Sang Ning saw Li Juezhou and Shen Fang strolling out from the corridor.

Startled, she asked, "Why are you here?"

"Fishing!" Shen Fang’s eyes glinted mischievously, spouting the words without thinking.

Sang Ning’s confusion grew. Where was there a fishing pond around here?

She began suspecting these two had been hiding out here for the past couple of days. No wonder she couldn’t find them.

Shen Fang was about to say more when he felt the sharp gaze of Li Juezhou, and his bravado instantly evaporated.

Waving his hands dismissively, he chuckled, "Just kidding! Kidding! We’re here purely to learn craftsmanship."

"Luckily, my mom made plenty. You might as well join us," Sang Ning offered, abandoning any curiosity regarding how the two received Grandpa Chen’s permission for woodworking and focusing on dinner instead.

Sang Youming opened the boxes layer by layer, placing dishes on the table while announcing their names:

"Stuffed peppers, minced pork-stuffed eggplants, braised ribs, three-flavor egg soup — fantastic, all my favorites!"

As he continued, spotting an unexpected item at the bottom layer of one box made his face drop instantly. Who was trying to sabotage him?

He turned abruptly toward Sang Ning, fear written all over his face, and exclaimed, "Sweetheart, there’s wine in the box! It’s not my fault! Someone’s clearly plotting against me here!"

Sang Youming’s overreaction was so comical that Sang Ning couldn’t help but laugh. She stepped forward, pulled out the bottle of white wine from the bottom layer, and placed it on the table.

"That’s correct. The one plotting against you is me. Now, tell me, will you drink it or not?"

Assuming this was her way of testing his willpower, Sang Youming shook his head resolutely: "I won’t drink. Absolutely not!"