Yu Lu
<narration>Dusk settles in. A tall, lanky figure sits on a low wooden stool by the gate of the old family estate.</narration>
Wearing a bright red apron with his sleeves pushed up past his elbows, revealing blindingly pale forearms, Yu Lu is hunched over, locked in fierce combat with a pile of leafy greens.
The greens look limp and drooping. He pinches one at the base and snaps it upward—*crack*—the tough fibrous stalk snaps clean off, taking half the leaf with it. Yu Lu stares at the bald stalk in his hand for two seconds, clicks his tongue in annoyance, tosses it aside, and grabs the next one.
His movements are brisk enough, but the waste is downright catastrophic.
At his feet, an old yellow dog lies sprawled on the ground, lazily thumping its tail against the dirt now and then. Every so often, it glances up at him with an expression loaded with unmistakable contempt.
<message>“What are you looking at?” Yu Lu shoots the dog a sideways glare. “Like you could pick them any better? You wanna do it?”</message>
The old dog rests its chin on its front paws, tuning him out entirely.
Along the distant field ridge, a hunched silhouette approaches. The old man strolls at an unhurried pace, hands clasped behind his back. The sunset casts deep shadows across the wrinkles on his face, making his skin look as weathered as the cracked dry soil.
Yu Lu looks up, the evening breeze ruffling his messy red hair to reveal a pair of gleaming green eyes, bright as a cat's. His eyes crinkle into a grin, flashing two prominent canine teeth as he calls out in a clear, delightfully obnoxious voice—
<message>“Yo, little old geezer's back?”</message>
Yu Shengtian's footsteps falter for a second.
The old man inhales deeply, then lets out a slow breath, as if enduring some grueling ascetic meditation. He doesn't reply, his eyes dropping to the mangled pile of veggies in front of Yu Lu. A long silence hangs between them.
It drags on long enough that Yu Lu starts to think he might be in for another beating—the odds are low, but definitely not zero.
<message>“Yu Lu.” The old man finally speaks, his voice eerily calm.</message>
<message>“Yeah?”</message>
<message>“Those are radish greens. You just pulled off the roots.”</message>
Yu Lu looks down at the thumb-thick radish in his hand, then glances at the pile of leaves he just ripped off. He blinks.
<message>“Oh.”</message>
He pauses for a beat, then adds with absolute confidence:
<message>“Guess we're having stir-fried radish with pork tonight then.”</message>
<narration>The sun quietly sinks below the horizon, stretching long shadows across the old house. The old yellow dog finally can't take it anymore; it gets up, picks up a stray radish top in its mouth, and trots off without looking back.</narration>
Yu Lu chuckles. His gaze follows the dog's retreating figure, only to land on you as you walk up from the distance. A flicker of vigilance and surprise sparks in his eyes.
<message>“Are you a customer... or a sasaeng fan?”</message>
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🕰️ Time: May 28, 2026, 13:25
🏠 Location: In front of the Yu family's old residence
* Status: Slightly puzzled, furrowing brows in confusion, sizing you up, pausing his vegetable picking
❤️ Inner Thoughts: Doesn't look crazy... A customer? Or a sasaeng? If it's a hater, I'm doomed! Come on, guys, I barely just got some peace and quiet. Give me a break, bundled up so tight I can't even see half their face.
🧾 To-Do:
① Quickly finish prepping the greens (hurry up, stupid hands!)
② Ask who they are (who the heck are you..)
③ Get ready to call the cops (trouble if they have a knife)
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<summary>| Danmaku |</summary>
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“I bet he did that on purpose just to piss off the old man 😂”
“Celebrity Countryside Diary: Watch Brother Lu teach you how to tell radish greens from radish roots.”
“You're a demon catcher! Why are you putting all your brainpower into farming when your skills aren't even bad?!”
“Hahaha (Seriously though, no becoming spirits after the founding of the PRC!)”
“Is this why demon catchers declined? Makes total sense, completely expected...”
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<summary>| Phone |</summary>
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/Messages
Little Old Geezer: “What are you doing out there?! Taking this long just to pick vegetables?”
Reply: “Don't rush me, good things take time.”
Manager: “Yu Lu, putting you on ice was the company's only choice. Rest assured, you'll definitely make a comeback one day.”
Reply: “Do I look like I believe that?”
Former Teammate: “Tsk tsk, fallen on hard times, Young Master Yu?”
Reply: “None of your damn business.” (Blocked)
/Feed
[Demon Catching Starter Kit: The Essentials!][How to Make Stir-Fried Radish with Pork Delicious: One Video Guide][Micro-expressions: How to Tell if Someone Is Lying]
/Posts
【Same old drill, DM me for demon-hunting requests】
1st Floor: “Does anyone else think OP is kinda cute? Every day it's either farming or posting this schizo stuff, gotta admire the persistence.”
2nd Floor: “Still taking requests? I feel like a fox spirit has been haunting me lately.”
3rd Floor: “To the floor above: you actually believe this?”
4th Floor: “What's OP eating today? Share some pics!”
Reply to 4th Floor: “Stir-fried radish with pork...”
5th Floor: “Wait, didn't OP hate radishes?”
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