After Entering a Romance Reality Show Disguised as a Man to Win Over All the Female Leads - Chapter 12

Seven’s fans in the comments immediately became unhappy.

The cameraman following him was the one originally assigned to film He Huaiting and Seven. Since He Huaiting and the other two had just been in the kitchen, filmed by another cameraman responsible for Rong Yu and Mu Shuiqing, everyone who liked He Huaiting had gone to the other livestream room. The people left in this livestream room now were basically all Seven’s fans.

Even though, with Mu Shuiqing’s arrival, some people gradually began coming in to watch Mu Shuiqing too, most were still there for Seven.

For a moment, the entire screen was filled with comments bombarding Mu Shuiqing, cursing her with everything imaginable.

[Mu Shuiqing, you little bitch, get lost!]

[Fuck, I’ve disliked her for ages. Hurry up and get lost, okay? Let our brother shine alone.]

Seven also secretly gritted his teeth.

As a singer who believed he possessed both looks and talent, Seven had always been proud. Moreover, his fans praised his world-class beauty every day.

He had never expected that on his first day on Heartbeat Moment, He Huaiting and Mu Shuiqing would call him ugly. Now Mu Shuiqing had clearly been kicked out too, yet she still had the nerve to say he was ugly.

Thinking of this, Seven could no longer hold back. With a fake smile, he mocked her, “Miss Mu is such a great beauty. How did you get kicked out too?”

Mu Shuiqing did not respond. She lowered her eyes and stared at Seven, who was sitting on the railing of the corridor, for a while. Her crimson eyes made the back of Seven’s neck inexplicably chill.

Only after a moment did Mu Shuiqing lower her eyes and speak softly. “Rongrong was afraid I’d get tired, so she told me to come out and rest for a while.”

She spoke slowly, but her tone was gentle, perfectly softening her originally somewhat wooden voice. When she mentioned Rong Yu, her attitude formed a sharp contrast with how she treated Seven.

Combined with Mu Shuiqing’s refined and pretty features, and the few strands of hair falling along her face from her pinned-up hairstyle, she looked even gentler and quieter, like a devoted little neighbor sister.

The fans who had originally been madly attacking Mu Shuiqing somehow could not get angry anymore. For a while, the fighting stopped, and even the comments began to decrease.

Only Seven’s heart suddenly jumped with a bad premonition.

Sure enough.

In the next second, Mu Shuiqing, who had originally looked calm and gentle, suddenly raised her brow and tilted her head, her face innocent to the extreme.

“But from the beginning, you haven’t helped with anything. I’m not the same as you, so don’t use the word ‘too’ for me.”

The smile on Seven’s face could no longer hold. “How have I done nothing?”

“In the haunted house, you hid behind someone else. When washing vegetables, you held the vegetables and didn’t move. I was the one who washed everything. When it came to cooking, you wouldn’t even enter the door.”

After saying this expressionlessly, Mu Shuiqing quietly looked at him, her face full of the expression: Do I need to say more?

The livestream comments became even more silent. Some brain-dead fans began trying to salvage the situation.

[Cooking is something boys aren’t good at anyway, right…]

[We’re just here to watch Wenwen. Whatever Wenwen does is fine. Even if he does nothing, it’s fine.]

But some passerby viewers who had just entered did not buy it.

[What kind of logic is that? If you don’t want to do anything, go travel and film vlogs?! Don’t slack off in group activities, okay… I already hate this kind of person in group projects. I didn’t expect a celebrity I liked all this time to actually be like this too. I’m really going to vomit.]

[Men aren’t good at it, so women are good at it? Why? Is there some gene that controls hereditary cooking ability?]

The fans in the livestream room began arguing. The atmosphere between Seven and Mu Shuiqing also gradually turned stiff. Mu Shuiqing’s words showed no regard for the camera at all, and she said everything bluntly.

Seven felt as if he had been slapped in public. Finally unable to maintain his expression, his face darkened, and he gritted his teeth as he said, “You want me to cook? Are you worthy? Even if I sit here and do absolutely nothing after joining the show, the people in this livestream room are still here to see me!”

As soon as he said this, the fans who had been whitewashing him suddenly stopped speaking.

[…?]

[???]

[Wenzi, what are you saying??]

[…]

The moment Seven realized what he had said, he shut his mouth. His face turned frighteningly pale.

Mu Shuiqing looked him up and down. Her gaze landed on the top of his head and lingered there for a moment. Contrary to her previous aggressiveness, she silently took a pack of tissues from her pocket, pulled out one sheet, opened it in her hand, then folded it again before reaching out and handing it to Seven.

Where the camera could not see, the four corners of the tissue abruptly twitched twice. A dark golden talisman symbol rose, then quickly dissipated.

Even the content of Mu Shuiqing’s words returned to the calmness from before.

“I understand. Then rest for a while.”

Seven’s expression was ugly, and his panic was hard to hide. He looked at her uncertainly twice, then, as if possessed, reached out and accepted it.

Ever since he had said those words, Seven had been so frightened his heart rate had sped up. For an artist, the most important thing was their image in front of the camera. Being packaged into the cool-guy persona the company had set for him was the only and absolutely necessary requirement his agent had for him. As long as he did not violate the persona, it did not matter what else he did.

But what he had just said had completely violated his persona.

Even Seven himself had not expected that he would suddenly become so irritable just now.

For some reason, from the very first moment he saw Mu Shuiqing, he had felt anxious and restless. His heart had sped up, and his whole body had felt a strong resistance. In fact, even if Mu Shuiqing had not called him ugly yesterday, from the moment he had first arrived at the program team and seen her, he had already felt extremely uncomfortable about her presence.

It was like…

Like seeing someone he had hated and been annoyed by since childhood.

Until just now, when he accidentally exposed his true nature, that earlier agitation vanished instantly. Then an uncontrollable fear rose inside him. He was afraid his fans would think his image had collapsed, afraid the fans in the livestream room would leave completely.

When he accepted the tissue from Mu Shuiqing, both his hands were shaking.

What puzzled him even more was Mu Shuiqing’s attitude.

Seven had thought Mu Shuiqing would kick him while he was down and mock him for exposing his true self.

Unexpectedly, Mu Shuiqing was even calmer than when she had first seen him. She acted so naturally, as if they were chatting about what to eat for lunch. The earlier sharp confrontation was completely gone.

Strangely enough, from the moment he took the tissue from Mu Shuiqing’s hand, whether it was the agitation and urgency at the beginning or the later panic and fear, all of it seemed to be separated from him by an invisible wall, isolating him from those intense emotions. His entire person inexplicably became calm and composed.

But the calmer he was, the more terrified he became when he thought about what he had just said.

Mu Shuiqing spoke again. Her clear voice was like a silver bell, shattering all his chaotic thoughts.

“I know you were joking just now. It doesn’t matter.”

“R-right… I was joking…”

Seven forced out a smile at the camera. When he looked at Mu Shuiqing, his gaze carried a few traces of complicated guilt.

“…Sorry.”

Mu Shuiqing lowered her eyes, turned around, and sat on the corridor railing, staring straight at the kitchen door in front of her.

“It’s fine.”

Neither of the two people involved spoke again, and an eerie peace began appearing in the comments.

The fans who had thought they were about to fight and had been prepared to whitewash their brother no longer dared to say anything. The passerby viewers who had planned to speak up for Mu Shuiqing saw that she was so calm and had even given Seven a tissue. For a while, they could not figure out what was going on either and also remained silent.

As a result, this individual livestream room briefly became the quietest livestream room.

By comparison, Rong Yu and He Huaiting inside the kitchen seemed especially lively.

The tentacle on the cutting board bounced back and forth. The fish, shrimp, and crabs had been cleaned by Rong Yu and placed in basins to marinate.

He Huaiting wanted to help, so she took out a kitchen knife and began cutting the tentacle. The moment the cold blade pierced the soft flesh, the already peeled tentacle suddenly began twitching violently.

Immediately afterward, from the place where the blade had entered, a large lump of sticky, thick, milky-white fluid sprayed out, splattering directly across He Huaiting’s chest.

She quickly stepped back a few steps, but some still splashed onto the fabric at her chest.

Seeing this, Rong Yu went to get tissues to wipe it off for her. Then she saw thin wisps of white smoke suddenly rising from the fabric stained with the thick fluid. The powerful corrosiveness instantly melted several finger-width holes into the material.

She froze for a moment. “…Are you sure this ingredient you found is edible?”

He Huaiting thought about how she used to eat it and said calmly, “Once it’s cooked, it can be eaten.”

Rong Yu: “……”

She put down the tissue, picked up a cup from the cutting board, grabbed a large handful of salt and sprinkled it in, then added some water. She took a square towel, dipped it into the salt water, and carefully wiped away the thick fluid on He Huaiting’s chest that was still corroding her clothes.

Unlike Rong Yu, who was wearing two layers, He Huaiting was dressed extremely lightly. Her upper body only had a tight camisole. Rong Yu was afraid the corrosive liquid would pass through the clothing and touch her skin, so she lowered her head close to the stained area and wiped with especially gentle movements.

By the time she finally cleaned all the places stained with mucus, she belatedly realized that the distance between them seemed far too close.

The warm breath from He Huaiting’s breathing brushed against her forehead, while Rong Yu’s earlier lowered posture had simply looked like she had buried her head into He Huaiting’s chest.

Realizing this, Rong Yu immediately retreated. But she forgot that the cupboard was right behind her. After only half a step back, she bumped into it and still failed to escape He Huaiting’s aura.

“Careful.”

He Huaiting reached out and supported her lower back.

Unlike the hands of other girls, He Huaiting’s fingers were slightly stronger, long and clearly jointed. She easily supported Rong Yu’s waist and pulled her back from the cupboard.

The two of them returned to a distance of zero.

Rong Yu almost suspected she had done it on purpose.

But when she lifted her head to look, there was not the slightest extra emotion on He Huaiting’s face. She still had that cold, aloof expression that rejected people from a thousand miles away, her expression bland as she looked at the tentacle on the cutting board.

Rong Yu turned sideways to create distance. She withdrew her gaze and wanted to continue cooking, but her eyes landed on He Huaiting’s clothes, which now had several holes burned through them. She lowered her head and glanced at what she herself was wearing.

“Um, if you don’t mind…”

He Huaiting turned to look at her in silent inquiry.

Rong Yu inexplicably felt her heart jump. “You can wear this sweater of mine first.”

She watched He Huaiting lower her eyes, her wild-beast-like golden pupils staring straight at Rong Yu’s upper body. Rong Yu could not help feeling her face heat up, and immediately added, “I still have a shirt underneath.”

After saying this, Rong Yu felt that she had been a little abrupt.

Although she was a woman, others all thought she was male. At a time like this, asking a female guest to wear her clothes… seemed a little like sexual harassment.

Rong Yu quickly wanted to take it back.

But He Huaiting spoke first.

“Alright.”

She lifted her eyes to look at Rong Yu. Her golden pupils were like two tulips dusted with gold powder, cold and richly layered.

“Thank you.”

Rong Yu had originally been worried that He Huaiting would be uncomfortable wearing the dissolved clothes, but for some reason, under He Huaiting’s gaze, she felt like the one whose clothes had a problem was herself.

Just being bathed in He Huaiting’s gaze made her hands and feet feel cramped and nervous.

As soon as He Huaiting finished speaking, Rong Yu’s cleaned hands touched the hem of her sweater, and her face began to heat in waves.

He Huaiting seemed not to notice her expression and asked softly, “If it’s inconvenient, forget it.”

“No!”

Rong Yu instinctively refuted her. After saying it, she realized her voice had been too rushed, so she lowered her tone and added, “It’s not inconvenient.”

After saying that, she no longer hesitated. She crossed her hands at her waist, hooked the hem of the pullover sweater she was wearing over her shirt, and lifted it from bottom to top.

The hem rose from her waist to her chest, then pulled over her elbows, and was finally taken off completely.

Rong Yu moved quickly, but the friction of the sweater dragged the shirt underneath upward with it. As the shirt lifted, her slim, tight waist was revealed, showing a beautiful and sensual Adonis line.

Her flat lower abdomen tightened from nervousness, rising and falling with her cramped breathing. Her fair, smooth skin glowed dazzlingly under the strong noon light, like a decadent oil painting of bone and flesh.

He Huaiting had originally not thought much of it.

But at this moment…

She could not help placing her gaze on Rong Yu’s exposed waist.

As the sweater was taken off, the lifted hem of the shirt fell back down with it, covering that patch of white again.

He Huaiting’s eyelids twitched, and she turned her gaze away unnaturally.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of the mermaid princess she had encountered many years ago in the underwater mermaid instance. With a soft, ethereal, decadent voice, that princess had tempted the players who had been trapped in the instance and disguised as sailors.

In an instance world where sea monsters were the strongest combat force, almost no one could escape her temptation. Following the mermaid’s song, they fell into the Shichahai, searching the boundless sea for traces of the princess, only to finally be torn to shreds by sea monsters controlled by the mermaid.

The sea monsters with the strongest attack power in the instance were willing to sink into obsession and become forbidden pets of the underwater palace. They revered and worshiped the princess in the deep sea, offering her the highest loyalty and glory.

All the players who had been dragged into this instance across the generations had vanished without leaving bones behind. Their rotting flesh and bleached bones paved the entire undersea temple, gazing up at the princess who could conquer the entire sea with beauty alone.

Before He Huaiting had split open the divine throne in the temple, she had once met the princess’s eyes. Around them, tens of thousands of sea monsters roared and screamed desperately, trying to stop her from advancing.

The weak mermaid before her, who had no combat ability besides her beauty, could only turn to ash under He Huaiting’s cold sword along with the divine throne beneath her.

Tens of thousands of players who had entered the instance had never expected that the key to breaking the instance was hidden beneath the divine throne in the temple. The beautiful, dazzling, inhuman princess had used her blue fishtail to guard the divine throne that contained the power of the vast sea.

In the final moment of her life, those blue eyes, dyed black in the eerie depths of the seabed, were still trying to tempt He Huaiting. Her brown seaweed-like curls bloomed into a soft flower in the water.

He Huaiting’s sword pierced through her narrow waist, white and delicate as pearl, and penetrated the divine throne beneath her.

If the princess back then had been Rong Yu…

He Huaiting considered the possibility.

Then she was startled that she was actually seriously thinking about whether such a thing was possible.

The livestream comments were already screaming like flowers in bloom.

[Ahhhhh, I saw Baby Yu’s tummy!]

[Alright, alright, husband, stop taking it off. What kind of behavior is undressing outside? Just see if I don’t deal with you when we go back tonight.]

[Holy crap, Adonis line!! So sexy.]

Some people noticed another aspect:

[Why do I get a female-A male-O feeling?! He Huaiting seems to be a little taller than Rong Yu too.]

[Me, me, me, me! I’ve wanted to say this for ages! Pretty little brother and cool older sister are too shippable!! Baby Yu is way too seductive, okay? Being blocked between his wife and the cupboard, this and that, unable to escape, hehehe.]

[Sister above, if you know how to speak, go publish a book on Literature City! I want to read it!!!]

[How is my Little Brother Rongrong seductive? It’s your Sister He’s gaze that’s about to pull into threads, alright? not really]

[Who still remembers Xia Yuhe outside the door—Little Sister Shuiqing—www? All those hours of love were ultimately misplaced, very loud!!!]

[Wuwuwu, I’m sorry. Whoever stands with Baby Yu, I ship them.]

When Rong Yu took off her clothes, she clearly felt He Huaiting’s burning gaze beside her. But when she held up the clothes and looked at the other girl, she found He Huaiting still staring at the tentacle on the cutting board without the slightest abnormality on her face.

Perhaps she was overthinking.

Rong Yu lowered her head and held out the clothes. “You… try it on.”

It might be a little small.

Before she could say the second sentence, the clothes in her hands were taken by a clearly jointed hand. He Huaiting neatly pulled Rong Yu’s sweater over herself, then reached behind her neck with one hand and used the back of her hand to pull out her long, straight white hair.

White had always represented purity and ethereality, but on He Huaiting, it carried a sharpness that seemed to come from the inside out.

After arranging her long hair, she lowered her eyes again to look at Rong Yu. She was like a silver-white leopard that had restrained its temper, the beastlike golden eyes carrying a layer of fine, shattered light.

“Thank you. It fits very well.”

Even her voice was much colder and clearer than others’.

Cold, stunning, silent, yet responsive to her.

These were the personality traits of Lian Langsheng during her growing period. Even the aura around her was especially similar to Lian Langsheng’s.

The same clothes, when worn by Rong Yu, made her look like a beautiful young man without any aggression. But when put on He Huaiting, they became minimalist, cold, abstinent older-sister style.

Rong Yu inexplicably thought of novels she had read before, where after the deed, the girlfriend wore her partner’s shirt…

And the person before her was also a part of Lian Langsheng…

The heat Rong Yu had finally managed to lower began rising wildly again.

She did not dare look at He Huaiting and quickly turned around to continue cooking.

“Put this on.”

He Huaiting’s voice suddenly sounded beside her ear. The warm breath she exhaled brushed over the tip of Rong Yu’s ear, and Rong Yu’s heart jumped violently.

She raised her head and looked at He Huaiting.

Only to see that He Huaiting had somehow found an apron and was lifting it to put it around Rong Yu’s neck. Then she grabbed the thin straps on both sides, silently moved closer to Rong Yu, and pulled the straps around Rong Yu’s waist.

From a distance, it looked as if He Huaiting was holding her in her arms.

This distance forced her closer to the side of He Huaiting’s face. Beneath the other girl’s long neck were blue-purple veins, and farther down was the sweater Rong Yu had worn.

Rong Yu could feel the heat on her face refusing to drop.

The livestream viewers were even more excited than she was.

[Ahhhhh, why is it so hot?! Who’s burning up? Oh, it’s me ahhhhh!]

[I ship it, I ship it ahhhhh!]

[Does anyone still remember Little Sister Shuiqing outside the door? quietly. Is this face-to-face NTR separated by one door? Are we also part of your play?]

When He Huaiting finally tied the apron, Rong Yu clearly felt the moment her waist was tightened. It was as if her heart had been tied up too, its tip beating wildly.

She did not even dare look at He Huaiting’s face and lowered her head to continue cooking.

Fortunately, for the rest of the time, He Huaiting did not do anything out of line again.

Rong Yu made one plate of raw marinated shrimp, one plate of crispy fried crabs and fry, and one plate of grilled fish.

Then she divided the tentacle He Huaiting had brought into three portions. One portion was cut into chunks and marinated raw. One portion was sliced and deep-fried.

For the last portion, after arranging various scallion, ginger, and garlic ingredients at the bottom, she sliced the tentacle into triangular pieces, arranged them into a milky-white flower on a strainer, and continuously poured boiling water into the center of the flower until the meat slices curled inward like petals and turned into a pink peony.

Then she grabbed a handful of dried noodles, cut off two-thirds of their length, held the ends of the remaining part, dipped the front ends in water, coated them in batter, and placed them into the oil pot.

The originally shortened bundle of noodles instantly bloomed like fireworks inside the pot. After Rong Yu took it out, it still maintained the shape of a golden tree crown like a tree of fire and silver flowers.

Once Rong Yu placed the scalded tentacle slices onto the tree crown and wrapped them with blanched vegetable leaves, a blooming peony with excellent color, fragrance, and taste was steadily plated.

The livestream viewers were stunned.

[???? What is this, a state banquet?]

[Good lord. I thought you came to participate in a dating show, but it turns out you came to show off your skills.]

[I announce that Baby Yu has already won. Can there be any dish more impressive than this?]

[Yes. The dish from Lin Mengxing’s group next door—no dish surpasses having a dish. They still don’t even have a strand of hair.]

Among the four groups of male and female guests in the entire program, it seemed only Qin Wenhan and Lin Mengxing had made absolutely no progress.

No, they had made some progress.

Progress in arguing.

The livestream viewers had already been cracking sunflower seeds and listening to these two argue for half an hour.

Seeing the other groups bustling around while only he and Lin Mengxing stood in place doing nothing, Qin Wenhan’s face was ugly as he said disdainfully, “As a woman, you actually don’t know how to cook.”

Lin Mengxing sneered. “What? Who decided that a certain gender has to do certain things? Do women in your world have to be good wives and loving mothers? Then what do men do, act as mascots?”

Qin Wenhan felt that the five words “in your world” sounded a little strange, but his thoughts focused more on the latter part of her words. For a moment, his expression became even gloomier. His face was stern as he lowered his voice and said, “I’ve never seen anyone so unlike a woman.”

“Aiyo~” Lin Mengxing laughed aloud. She lifted the curls on her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at Qin Wenhan. “Right, right, right, I’m not like a woman. You’re like a man. You’re like a mascot. You’re so handsome, wouldn’t it be a waste not to use that face of yours? I already checked for you. Go list a [Rental Boyfriend] service on Xianyu. Twenty per hour. If one person buys two hours, that’ll be enough for our meal.”

Veins bulged on Qin Wenhan’s forehead. The words that came out were practically squeezed through his teeth.

“Lin. Meng. Xing.”

Lin Mengxing raised a brow. “What? As a man, isn’t it only right for you to earn money and support the family? Are you going to let me, a good wife and loving mother who works at home, go out and show my face in public?”

This sarcastic counterattack stabbed straight into the heart and lungs of male chauvinists. Qin Wenhan’s face stiffened, and no matter what, he could not say the words he had intended to say. After a long while, he only squeezed out four words.

“Utterly unreasonable!”

The comments were full of hahahaha.

[Hhhh, holy crap, Lin Mengxing’s mouth is too ruthless, pfft.]

[I’m dying. I don’t know why I really liked this kind of domineering CEO when I was little. Now… help, men who define women like this are really annoying!]

[+1111, domineering CEOs are already outdated, SOS!!!]

Just then, Zhang Yong’an, who had been watching each individual livestream through the cameras in the distance, glanced at the time on his watch, stood up, and waved his hand.

“It’s one in the afternoon. Time to inspect the results.”

He picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke both to the camera and into the device.

“Next, program staff, please call all the groups of guests over.”

Ten minutes later, the four groups of guests stood side by side in front of a ten-meter-long table provided by Qinghe Mountain Villa.

In front of each group were the dishes they had made, covered by a huge iron wok lid. No one could see what was beneath the covers.

Aside from the viewers in each group’s livestream room and the staff responsible for carrying the dishes, no one else knew the specific situation under the lids.

The first one Zhang Yong’an looked at was the wok lid in front of Lin Mengxing and Qin Wenhan.

The moment the lid was lifted, an empty plate was revealed in the center.

In contrast to Qin Wenhan’s stiff, cold face, Lin Mengxing had a smile on her face. She smiled especially calmly, without any embarrassment over handing in a blank paper.

The livestream viewers burst into laughter.

[Hahahahahaha.]

[As expected of cat-like Lin Mengxing. Truly uncontrollable. How could Qin the domineering CEO possibly tame a cat? I’m dying. It would make more sense for Qin Wenhan to cook.]

[Sister, why are you smiling so proudly when you didn’t do anything?]

In front of the plate, Zhang Yong’an earnestly examined the plate with nothing on it and nodded with great emotion.

“Mm! Not bad. The emperor’s lunch.”

Then he walked to Rong Yu’s group of four and lifted the two wok lids in front of them.

Five dishes with complete color, fragrance, and appearance were revealed. Especially the dish in the center, the tree of fire and silver flowers, which made one’s appetite surge just by looking at it.

Although Zhang Yong’an had already seen this dish before through peeking at the individual livestream room, he still could not hide his amazement now. He could not help lowering his head and leaning closer to observe. Immediately, he smelled a rich seafood fragrance mixed with the mellow, strong buckwheat aroma unique to noodles. The two blended together without clashing, instead revealing a fresh fragrance of sea and land combined.

The viewers in other livestream rooms who had not seen these dishes before began sending comments one after another.

[Who made this? Isn’t this too amazing?!]

[My god??? Did a five-star chef come to participate in a dating show?]

[Who made this?! Who made this!??]

Zhang Yong’an tilted his head toward the camera. “Let me reveal something to everyone. These dishes were all cooked by Rong Yu.”

Mu Shuiqing beside them pressed her lips together and lowered her head, looking somewhat shy. “The two plates on the left were made by Rong Yu for me. I like seafood. The three plates of octopus slices on the right belong to He Huaiting. I don’t eat ingredients that don’t look good.”

He Huaiting raised a brow and glanced at her but did not speak.

[Huh?? This many dishes were made by Rong Yu alone??]

[Some people don’t make any dishes, while some people make five dishes alone. Is this the difference between people? very quietly.]

These comments were sent in the main livestream room and were clearly displayed on the screen at the program team’s filming site.

Seeing the words in the comments, Lin Mengxing nodded and admitted it without the slightest shame. “No choice. When today’s task began, the host said this was lunch prepared especially for one’s partner. I don’t have a partner, so naturally I couldn’t prepare anything.”

Her sentence was reasonable and well-founded. The viewers discovered that they actually could not refute it.

Beside her, Qin Wenhan’s face was dark as the bottom of a pot.

Seven, who had been quiet as a chicken ever since misspeaking earlier, afraid that his verbal slip would lead to online backlash, also said nothing and acted as a marginal figure.

Just then, He Jiao from the final group took the initiative to reach out and lift the wok lid in front of her, revealing three dishes inside that smelled mouthwatering.

They were a plate of steamed bird’s nest, a plate of braised rabbit meat, and a plate of dog meat in softshell turtle sauce.

The ingredients for these three dishes were not easy to find. If rabbit meat and dog meat could barely be hunted in the wild, then bird’s nest was completely impossible to find around this resort villa.

Zhang Yong’an raised a brow. “Miss He, these three dishes—steamed bird’s nest, braised rabbit meat, and dog meat in softshell turtle sauce—are truly well made.”

He Jiao said frankly, “I made a deal with the owner of the mountain villa. I proposed several business strategies for them, and they helped me make this meal. These were made with the help of Qinghe Mountain Villa’s head chef. I did not personally cook them.”

The livestream viewers were stunned.

[You can do that???]

[A little fake. I don’t believe it.]

[What useful suggestions could someone like He Jiao make? Ridiculous.]

The viewers who had been watching He Jiao’s livestream immediately came out to support her.

[It’s true! If you don’t believe it, go watch the replay!]

[Our Jiaojiao took the villa owner aside and chatted for a few sentences. When they came back, the owner happily said he would help her cook. Everyone in the livestream room saw it.]

[Did you people questioning her forget He Jiao’s family background??]

As soon as this comment appeared, many people began searching He Jiao’s information on the spot. When they found her family background, everyone was shocked.

[Huh?? The daughter of He Yun and Alexia?]

[Tch, never heard of them.]

[…Person above, not having heard of these two only proves your ignorance…]

These two were both genius figures in the financial world. Whether in trading or venture capital, they handled everything with ease. Their trading ability in particular was almost miraculous. Moreover, they did not care about status or position and simply enjoyed the pleasure of controlling financial data. Behind the rise of many wealthy people, their shadows could be found.

As the only daughter of people like that, how could He Jiao be bad?

In the original work, Rong Yu had made the original “Rong Yu” cook a meal for He Jiao, so He Jiao had not revealed her business mind.

This time, she had not been grouped with He Jiao, so He Jiao’s sharpness was beginning to show.

Rong Yu watched as the livestream viewers changed direction and began frantically praising He Jiao. Although she knew He Jiao did not like her much, she still felt honored.

After all, He Jiao’s family background also carried Lian Langsheng’s shadow. Back then, when no one had thought well of Lian Langsheng, she had taken back the assets her relatives had occupied all by herself. Carrying her parents’ last wishes, she rebuilt Lian Group to its current scale, shocking countless onlookers into disbelief.

Just as Rong Yu was feeling happy inside, He Jiao, who was speaking, suddenly turned her head and glared at her again.

“……”

Rong Yu suddenly had a bad premonition.

“However, these three dishes are not called by those names.”

He Jiao raised her slender, fair fingers and pointed at the three dishes before her.

“This plate is called When the Birds Are Gone, the Grain Runs Out. As for the other two plates, they are called When the Rabbit Dies, the Dog Is Cooked.”

“And—”

He Jiao gave a light laugh, but her face was very cold. She turned to look at Rong Yu in the center of the crowd.

“Miss Lin said she has no partner, so she didn’t cook. I do have one, but it isn’t Sheng Ming.”

He Jiao’s light blue eyes stared straight at Rong Yu. The blond-haired, blue-eyed girl easily uttered words that shocked the entire program team.

“Consider these three dishes as something I made for Mr. Rong.”

As soon as these words came out, the entire scene was shocked.

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap. What is going on???]

[Sister above, let me tell you. There is a special term for this kind of situation—battlefield romance drama.]