Vegetable egg pancakes, fried eggplant boxes, tomato egg noodles, shrimp egg custard…
Soon, one after another steaming hot Chinese breakfast dishes were brought to the dining table.
Compared to Fang Xubai’s complete surrender in terms of color, aroma, and taste, the culinary skills of this newly joined irritable brother were absolutely explosive even within the entire cooking circle.
【Monday pause, I’m going to eat, I’m not joking.】
【Handsome, rich, sharp-tongued, and can cook? Buffs stacked to the max!】
【To be honest, looking at these dishes he made, he doesn’t seem like a rich second generation at all—so home-style, damn it, I haven’t eaten breakfast yet!!】
【Must date someone like this in this lifetime must date someone like this in this lifetime must date someone like this in this lifetime must date someone like this in this lifetime】
As the final tofu soup was placed on the table, Qi Yu also gracefully untied the apron from his waist and sat down without hesitation in the main seat deliberately left for him by everyone.
“……”
Seeing their eager, longing expressions, he merely curled the corner of his mouth slightly, then waved his hand grandly:
“Everyone, let’s—”
“Mine, mine!”
“Save me a piece of the egg pancake!”
“Don’t grab!”
“……start eating.”
The seven of them had been busy in the kitchen all morning without eating anything, their stomachs long empty. Now, faced with such a table full of delicious-looking and aromatic dishes, their appetites were naturally whetted.
The others were still somewhat restrained in front of the camera, eating slowly and deliberately.
Only Jiang Qiyu and Fang Xubai, after the blow of the charcoal-fried eggs, treasured this heaven-sent feast immensely.
“Mmm… delicious.”
After swallowing a bite of the crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside egg pancake, Fang Xubai expressed sincere respect toward the “Snail God” sitting in the main seat, who was leisurely sipping his soup:
“Brother Qi, your cooking is amazing. I’ll give you full marks this whole month—please take care of me!”
Qi Yu unhurriedly set down his spoon, not even glancing at him:
“Sorry, but everything I’ve raised since childhood has died.”
Jiang Qiyu downed her bowl of soup in one gulp, then looked over eagerly with a sheepish grin:
“CEO Qi, life is short—another bowl, please.”
“Such a talent for rhyming? If you have the means, take some anti-rhyme medicine to regulate that.”
Despite his words, Qi Yu still ladled half a bowl of the remaining fresh vegetable tofu soup from the pot for her.
Song Yan and Zhou Shun, while eating their tomato egg noodles, still found time to lavish praise on this parachuted-in “male mommy”:
“Thank goodness CEO Qi arrived just in time, otherwise we’d have gone hungry.”
Jiang Mian and Jiang Ling each held a bowl of shrimp egg custard, practically bubbling with delight.
Halfway through the meal, Jiang Mian finally noticed that Lu Heng looked somewhat displeased.
“Brother Lu, why aren’t you eating?”
Innocent as she was, she thought Lu Heng only liked high-end but not-so-classy French cuisine like blue cheese and wasn’t very interested in the delicious-looking Chinese food before him, so she considerately asked:
“Is it not to your taste?”
“Ah, no.”
Only then did Lu Heng, who had been embarrassed and lost face, snap out of it. He pursed his lips at the concerned-looking Jiang Mian, awkwardly picked up a fried eggplant box from the plate in front of him with his chopsticks, and placed it in his bowl.
Then he looked toward Qi Yu, who hadn’t even glanced his way:
“I never expected that Young Master Qi, having studied abroad since childhood with such a heavy academic load, could still master such culinary skills.”
“It’s fine.”
Although the Lu family was a prominent and influential clan in City A, the designated heir was Lu Heng’s elder brother. Qi Yu, the crown prince of City S, truly didn’t regard Lu Heng—a film emperor who wielded immense influence in the entertainment industry—as someone of any significance.
Upon hearing this, he casually waved his hand and retorted sarcastically:
“If you like it, I’ll make you Nine-Turn Large Intestines next time, guaranteed to be authentic.”
“Pfft…”
At the entire dining table, only Jiang Qiyu failed to hold back her laughter.
In the original work, there was very little description of a character like Qi Yu, let alone his bizarre decision to join a dating show.
She had thought this was just a minor bug caused by her butterfly effect, but who knew this genuine domineering CEO would not only be this irritable but also have 5G internet speed.
Interesting.
After laughing, she noticed everyone looking at her and immediately put on a serious expression, nodding in agreement:
“I think Film Emperor Lu’s taste is indeed more suited to this dish.”
Since he likes cheese that tastes like smelly socks, then Nine-Turn Large Intestines drizzled with manure juice should be no problem either.
Lu Heng was now extremely wary of Jiang Qiyu, fearing that this woman—who had gone crazy for attention just to pursue him and squeezed her way into the dating show—would latch onto him again.
Seeing her agree with him, his expression darkened slightly as he brushed it off with a light rebuttal:
“People I’m not familiar with usually don’t understand my taste. I actually prefer colder Japanese cuisine.”
“Understood,” Jiang Qiyu immediately nodded to show she got it. “Film Emperor Lu prefers large intestine sashimi.”
“I don’t—”
Lu Heng, who had inexplicably become the one with a heavy taste, was about to refute when he saw Qi Yu, who was calmly eating, glance lightly at Jiang Qiyu and remark nonchalantly:
“Respect everyone’s taste. Just eat your food properly.”
With that one sentence, he shut down Lu Heng’s unspoken defense, firmly cementing the taste preferences of this aloof, Buddha-like top film emperor.
Being scolded, Jiang Qiyu wasn’t annoyed either. She still grinned cheekily at Qi Yu:
“So, Tian… CEO Qi, are you cooking again at noon?”
Qi Yu leisurely finished his last sip of soup. “Depends on my mood.”
He didn’t agree, and Jiang Qiyu didn’t push it.
Smacking her lips as she looked at the nearly empty dishes on the table, she suddenly spoke seriously to everyone:
“Do you feel it?”
Fang Xubai was holding his stomach, calculating how much extra exercise he’d need later. Hearing her words, he immediately perked up his ears:
“Feel what?”
“There’s something dirty here…”
Even in broad daylight, her deliberately lowered tone sent chills down everyone’s spine. Jiang Mian braced herself and asked:
“W-what dirty thing?”
But who would have thought Jiang Qiyu would calmly extend her finger and slowly point at the dining table…
“Dirty dishes.”
“…”
Just as the seven people besides Qi Yu were cleaning up the battlefield like a whirlwind, the barrage had already erupted into chaos:
[Dirty dishes, Teacher Changmao, you really know what dirty things are.]
[Hahahahaha Nine-Turn Large Intestines, large intestine sashimi, CEO Qi and Teacher Changmao, you two really know how to roast someone.]
[This Young Master Qi is truly a capitalist, so uncouth. Bullying others just because they don’t understand internet memes?]
[Am I the only one who feels like Uncle Ear Slap and Teacher Changmao have some kind of destined connection? Who still remembers she was the one who found Little Xinxin at the airport?]
[Jiang Qiyu is really shameless. Failing to cling to Handsome Heng, now she sees someone richer and is desperately trying to latch onto him!]
[Did you guys notice, just now Uncle Slap directly gave his jacket to Jiang Qiyu and asked her what she wanted to eat? What is this? This is the budding of a CP~]
[What status does the Qi family hold? A third-rate female celebrity like Jiang Qiyu, who has little fame and a poor reputation, still wants to climb into a wealthy family? Dream on!]
After breakfast, the production team gathered everyone together and announced the person with the highest heartthrob score from last night:
Lu Heng, with 329 points, was elected first.
At the same time, they announced the first task the guests need to complete this afternoon:
Splitting into groups, changing outfits, and shooting couple-themed photo spreads.