[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo":3,"chapter-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-949":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Becoming a Goddess in Tokyo",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2339933,4573,"Chapter 949: Luo Quan Is Under My Protection!","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-949",949,"\u003Cp>Amidst the constant praise, everyone finished breakfast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new day began; everyone picked up their tools and followed He Qiong into the fields to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Autumn had just arrived, the busiest time of the year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the vegetables planted earlier weren’t excessive; everyone picked while chatting, the atmosphere quite relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve also planted rice?” Luo Quan saw the golden rice paddies—clearly nearly ripe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Planted in summer; we’re planning to harvest in a few days,” Wang Lei said, arms crossed, proudly gazing at the thriving rice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, they only participated in a small part of the rice planting—mainly digging the fields and diverting water; the rest, including transplanting seedlings, was handled by local farmers hired by the production team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that they didn’t want to transplant—they simply didn’t know how.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first time they tried, everyone was full of enthusiasm and finished the whole afternoon’s work in one go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next day, when they returned to the field, nearly all the transplanted seedlings had floated to the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that point, they realized farming wasn’t something they could master with every crop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though rice sounded familiar—one of the most well-known crops in Huaxia—growing it well was far from simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you thought transplanting meant just gently sticking the seedlings into the soil, you’d be utterly wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this mishap, the guests no longer tried to show off; they humbly asked nearby farmers to replant everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with the rice on the verge of harvest, though they hadn’t planted it themselves, they’d at least dug the fields and fertilized them—so they still felt a sense of participation, hence their pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, have you found a thresher?” Luo Quan asked, gazing at the two- or three-mu rice field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There doesn’t seem to be a thresher in town,” Wang Lei chuckled awkwardly. “Don’t laugh at me, but I actually don’t know how to thresh rice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Wang came from a wealthy, well-connected family; he’d never touched farm work in his life. He’d Googled how to plant rice before, but never how to harvest it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s actually simple—no real technique involved, just brute force.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan pointed at the rice field: “If you don’t have a thresher or combine harvester, you’ll have to have the guests cut each stalk by hand with sickles, then beat or pound the grains off the stalks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those two steps are the most exhausting. If you want to make it easier, I suggest getting a machine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Qiong laughed: “Let’s just endure the exhaustion—aren’t farmers always exhausted?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a true statement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though modern technology has brought many machines to ease labor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in many regions, farmers still harvest crops using the most primitive methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the crude methods are tiring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for He Qiong and Wang Lei, having the guests work harder might even be a good thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t that exactly what viewers want to see—hardship and exhaustion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So neither of them was particularly worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Luo Quan, the guest who flew in, she was secretly relieved—thank goodness filming ended tomorrow and she’d be leaving; if she had to stay here and thresh rice the hard way, she’d be worn out to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan, having narrowly escaped the ordeal, quietly rejoiced—and swiftly scooped up a small fish from the rice field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These fish had been placed there by the production team, specifically for guests to catch, to add humor to the filming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, every guest became clumsy once they stepped into the field; asking them to catch fish was like hoping they wouldn’t trip over their own feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Luo Quan’s skill was clearly unmatched; catching a fish was so simple—just bend down, reach out, and it’s done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the lively grass carp in Luo Quan’s hand, the other guests looked astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dude, how’d you catch that? I chased one all day yesterday and didn’t get it,” Peng Yuchang said incredulously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Qilin immediately chimed in: “Come on, my sister Luo is the world’s top female boxer—catching a fish is nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re having fish for dinner tonight,” Zhang Zifeng grinned broadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this pure foodie comment, everyone burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After laughing, everyone bent back to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A Life We Yearn For” is like this—no dramatic plot twists, no thrilling games, just day after day of labor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plain and uneventful, yet deeply moving in its simplicity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a slow-paced variety show, it’s the pinnacle domestically—those who like it love it; those who don’t find it boring and passionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Farming—eating—that’s the main rhythm of the show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “Truth or Dare” segment at dinner time serves as the episode’s summary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to last night, tonight’s meal was even more abundant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the pot of braised pork belly and the pot of spicy boiled fish had the young guests practically sprinting into the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no help for it—Luo Quan’s two dishes were simply too fragrant, too tempting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After enduring the wait until mealtime, everyone lost all restraint, immediately grabbing chopsticks and devouring heartily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Luo Quan herself didn’t care for fish, she knew exactly how to cook boiled fish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, everyone else was extremely satisfied with the dish—one piece of fish could accompany nearly a third of a bowl of rice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She herself only picked at the braised pork belly and stir-fried bamboo shoots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The food was so delicious that no one’s mouth stopped eating, delaying the “Truth or Dare” segment until after everyone was full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, this segment was meant to happen during the meal, side by side—but today was clearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone ate more than the next, ending up half-lying on the sofa, too full to even blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, everyone, let me kick things off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Qiong had eaten slightly less and could still speak, though his expression showed visible effort:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is ‘a life we yearn for’? Some might say it’s just working hard enough to eat well and stay warm—but that’s only the most basic life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What people truly yearn for is eating well and dressing well. After tasting Luo Quan’s food today, I finally understand—this is the life I’ve always wanted!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, too bad Sister Luo leaves tomorrow,” Guo Qilin laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Qiong nodded gently: “So I’ve decided—from today on—I’ll devote myself to mastering cooking. I don’t need to reach Luo Quan’s level, but at least I want to be able to cook whatever I crave—and make it delicious!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That won’t be easy,” Wang Lei rolled over on the sofa, lying on his right side to ease the pressure on his stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s exactly why you must study seriously,” He Qiong clenched his fist, as if making a solemn vow to add another skill to his repertoire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the originally lengthy “Truth or Dare” segment ended abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one expected they’d be too full to continue filming; after lying around for a while, everyone returned to their rooms and collapsed onto their beds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, enough footage had been captured; otherwise, this episode wouldn’t have been complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With filming essentially finished, Luo Quan booked her flight back to Shanghai for first thing tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Yuchang and Guo Qilin were also heading to the airport, but to different destinations—one to Beijing for filming, the other to Tianjin for xiangsheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s schedules were packed tight; though they worked the fields on “A Life We Yearn For,” it was hard to say who had it easier compared to their other commitments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goodbye—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Early the next morning, Luo Quan and the others boarded the car amid farewell calls from the crew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time she landed in Shanghai, four hours had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first thing she did upon returning to Shanghai was cook two dishes at home: fish-flavored shredded pork and twice-cooked pork—both extremely rice-friendly home staples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The urgency stemmed from the fact that she hadn’t eaten enough during her two days on the show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since her Wu Gong had broken through the first level of the Da Pin Tian Xian Jue, her appetite had skyrocketed; her previous portions no longer filled her stomach, and within two hours of eating, her belly would rumble loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was, the production team filmed all three meals, so she couldn’t eat freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If footage of her wolfing down ten or more bowls of rice in one go got leaked, the nickname “Abyssal Maw” would haunt her forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So for the past two days, she’d held back—she might as well have been tightening her belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now, back home, could Luo Quan finally feast to her heart’s content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You cooked a whole electric rice cooker full? Can you even finish it?” Wen Xia asked, startled as Luo Quan carried the nearly overflowing rice cooker to the dining table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry, I’ll finish it,” Luo Quan said, scooping a massive bowl of rice into a regular iron serving basin—then picking up her chopsticks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dude, when did you switch careers to food streaming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Xia and Su Yu were stunned; only food streamers ever ate from basins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not every food streamer was that extreme—it took a “giant eater” label to dare such a feat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And of ten such “giant eaters,” eight were faking it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Luo Quan’s demeanor made it clear—she meant business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, she’d already started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She grabbed a large clump of fish-flavored shredded pork, dripped oil over the rice, shoved it into her mouth, then buried her face into the bowl and shoveled in a huge mouthful, her cheeks bulging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t chew much—she simply swallowed the entire mouthful whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wild eating style made the two women tense up; they immediately moved closer, concerned: “Luo Bao, did you starve in the mountains? You look like you haven’t eaten in three days!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not why,” Luo Quan waved her chopsticks. “After my Wu Gong broke through, my appetite suddenly exploded. I think my body’s become stronger, but its energy consumption has increased too—I need massive energy to replenish it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides Qi, food is another source—so my appetite has grown enormously.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You scared me—I thought you had binge-eating disorder,” Wen Xia and Su Yu both sighed in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High physical quality leading to high energy consumption was plausible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like athletes—they often eat huge amounts and have multiple meals a day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan’s physical condition was stronger than any athlete on Earth; such a massive appetite wasn’t hard to understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, after I finish eating, I’ll be entering seclusion for a while—I won’t be going out, and don’t bother bringing me meals.” Luo Quan took another huge bite, then turned to Wen Xia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it,” Wen Xia gave an OK sign. “If anyone comes looking for you, say you’re in the middle of artistic creation and see no one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect excuse—say that,” Luo Quan approved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she’d eaten too fast and choked, coughing hard twice, her face turning red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Xia, seeing this, laughed and sighed: “You’d better not talk—otherwise you might choke and it’ll be a mess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine—I’ve got steel bones and iron muscles,” Luo Quan took a deep breath, showing she was unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, as she said, her body had become extremely resilient—even the seemingly fragile internal organs were as strong as her outer skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wen Xia and the others didn’t know that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After no one replied, Luo Quan lowered her head and ate diligently; soon, the rice in the bowl was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Wen Xia thought she was done eating, she saw Luo Quan pour all the rice from the electric rice cooker into the bowl, filling it another half-full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Got such a big appetite now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leon walked over, saw his older sister eating from a bowl, and chuckled: “Hey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You might not believe this, but if Luo Quan finishes this bowl, she’s already eaten an entire electric rice cooker full.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Xia stared at Luo Quan at the table and felt the girl was walking further and further down the path toward a bottomless maw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“An entire rice cooker?!” Leon’s mouth gaped wide enough to fit an egg, “I’ve only seen people eat from rice cookers on Bilibili, but ours is way bigger than theirs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So your sister’s amazing,” Wen Xia said. “She says it’s a side effect of her Wu Gong progress—higher energy consumption means bigger appetite.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me correct you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan’s mouth was full as she looked at Wen Xia: “This isn’t a side effect—it’s a necessary action to meet energy demands. How can eating and sleeping be called side effects?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, once you reach higher Wu Gong levels, you’ll all become bigger eaters too—you can’t escape it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s great!” Leon said, thrilled. “I love eating, but my appetite’s limited—I can’t try everything. If I could eat like you, it’d be amazing news for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I won’t get fat, right?” Wen Xia’s expression turned worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She feared aging most—really, she feared getting fat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only if you don’t exercise,” Luo Quan waved her hand. “Don’t worry—replenishing basic energy won’t make you fat, unless you stop training and just gorge yourself all day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You scared me for nothing,” Wen Xia exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the meantime, Luo Quan had finished all the remaining food—only the oil and spices were left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eating, she pressed a tissue to her mouth and let out a loud, resonant burp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid everyone’s laughter, she dashed upstairs, hoping to avoid the spotlight for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>",2216,"2026-06-20T22:54:06.151Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bebd8cba6056c677db9d6924408c3325d368a6af80731cd860c83d9a360cf67b","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-950","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-948",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]