Ning An's Wild Wish System

"Oh wow, turns out he’s a rich guy! No wonder he didn’t make wishes for himself or his parents; the guy doesn’t even need to."

"Like they say, money is the best cosmetic surgery. As long as you’ve got money, what can’t you do? Remember those brain supplements that cost billions of US Dollars? Those could literally extend your life by more than a decade."

"Haha, in the future, extending life might become easier with the Spiritual Qi revival, tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Come to think of it, it’s not just him making wishes for his pets. I remember there was also a pretty boy and an old lady who made wishes too, right?"

"Are you talking about that never-full Golden Retriever and that British Shorthair whose water dispenser leaked, causing it to twitch when drinking water and was mistaken by the owner as being possessed?"

"Hahaha, I remember that! I was in the livestream room at the time, and that scene almost killed me with laughter. They only let the big Golden Retriever eat a couple of dog kibbles. It’s a miracle it didn’t starve, yet they complained it was food aggressive. I couldn’t stop laughing."

"..."

Ning An also did some elimination, asking: "Could it be that your pet is food aggressive?"

Cheng Jialei smiled and said, "No, it’s not. My dogs don’t need to guard food; we have a special nanny to take care of them. They’re fed when hungry and have water when thirsty, so there’s no need to guard food."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem."

Ning An coughed twice and silently drank up the water in his tea cup.

Darn!

Shouldn’t have asked!

The livestream viewers watching Ning An’s awkwardness couldn’t help but find it amusing.

"Hahaha, I bet Brother Sect Leader is thinking, ’If I knew this guy was such a show-off, I wouldn’t have asked.’"

"Brother Sect Leader probably thought of that food-aggressive Golden Retriever like we did. The original intent was to eliminate the possibility, but he ended up being shown up."

"Special care, fed when hungry, watered when thirsty. I’m so envious; can I be reincarnated as a dog in his house in my next life?"

"Now that you mention it, I want that too. I work like a horse at the company and then get criticized by my family when I get home. Sometimes when I’m late, I can only eat leftovers. I’d rather be a dog in that guy’s house."

"Sigh, we’ve said enough about jealousy."

"..."

The livestream viewers chimed in one after another, full of unspeakable envy.

At that moment, a long hawking cry sounded from outside the gate.

"Cabbages, radishes, big potatoes, tofu, and green vegetables, big pumpkins—!"

It’s here!

Ning An smiled and got up, heading toward the gate.

With several slightly heavy footsteps, a carrying pole first appeared in view.

Then, two large baskets hanging from the pole came into sight, and as the old farmer came fully into view, Ning An went up to him.

"Elder Wang, wasn’t it you who delivered the vegetables the last few times? Why is it you again this time? Did Great God Wang point the mirror at the bed again?"

As Ning An helped unload the vegetable baskets, he chatted casually.

Elder Wang looked around fifty, and though he seemed rough on the outside, he was quite meticulous.

As Ning An helped, Elder Wang carefully turned the dirty side toward himself and switched the clean side over, then cheerfully said:

"Nah, last time after she prayed to the Patriarch, she’s been full of energy and spirit, constantly nagging me to bring more stuff up the mountain."

"I couldn’t resist your aunt’s nagging, so I came again this time."

Hearing this, not only did Ning An feel warm inside, but the livestream viewers did as well.

"Well, if the villagers were like this, it wouldn’t be bad to be a Daoist here."

"Yeah, not only is the scenery beautiful, but the people are also great. From what we’ve seen so far, it’s truly enviable."

"Come on now, not to burst your bubble, but with your brain, living alone up in the mountains, forget meeting such simple villagers; I’d say you’d get sold off in less than two days."

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!"

After unloading and organizing all the vegetables, Elder Wang then sat down and happily drank the tea he had brought with him.

Ning An hurriedly brought a stool and faux-angrily said, "Elder Wang, you bring me stuff and don’t drink the tea here or sit on the stools here. Is this disrespecting the Patriarch?"

Elder Wang looked tense, promptly got up, and waved his hands with some urgency: "No, it’s... my clothes are dirty, I’m afraid..."

"The Patriarch is still a clay statue."

Seeing Elder Wang getting up, Ning An directly placed the stool under him, finally satisfied, clapped his hands.

Then, Ning An curiously asked, "Elder Wang, I heard someone say you used to be a dog trainer? Why did you stop?"

Hearing this, a slight blush appeared on Elder Wang’s face as he bashfully said, "Being a dog trainer... it’s about passion, and my wife..."

Ning An instantly understood.

When you emphasize passion, it means this thing doesn’t make money; it’s just a hobby, and of course, it would annoy the wife.

Seeing this, Ning An didn’t waste any more words and directly shifted the topic to Cheng Jialei:

"Elder Wang, look at this friend here; he happens to have a few dogs with issues. Could you take a look at them?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jialei quickly stood up and pulled out several red banknotes from his pocket, trying to stuff them into Elder Wang’s hands.

"Elder, this is just a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it."

As an honest and straightforward farmer, Elder Wang couldn’t accept this and insisted on returning it.

"Kid, there’s no need for payment, you’d be cutting Elder’s life short with this, take it back!"

Seeing that he couldn’t push the money in, Cheng Jialei had no choice but to glance over at Ning An.

Ning An stepped forward, smiling, and said, "How about this, Elder Wang, you help him look at his dogs first. We’ll talk about everything else afterward, sound good?"

Elder Wang still wouldn’t budge: "That won’t do. If I take your money for looking at a few dogs without giving medicine or feeding them, I’d be criticized by the village folks."

Feeling helpless, Cheng Jialei could only temporarily give up on the idea of paying now, secretly passing the money to Ning An to give it later when Elder Wang leaves.

"Elder, you have such a kind heart; I truly admire you."

Ning An also smiled and said, "Alright, alright, no need to argue. Let’s go see the dogs first before something happens while we’re talking here."

After much persuasion, the group finally headed outside.

Upon seeing the pickup truck with the dog cages on it, everyone fell into contemplation.

"You have so many dogs, and they all have some issues?"