The barrage was filled with laughter.
【I’ve already screenshotted the way you just hugged the bull’s horns and swallowed mountains and rivers!】
【Is being delicate the persona the company gave her?】
【People can unleash their potential in dangerous situations. There was a mother who saw her child falling from a building and instantly rushed from a hundred meters away to save the child, breaking Bolt’s record!】
【Sniffle, thank you, Sister Qin, for saving our little Lie!】
For a moment, Qin Wanyin’s Reputation Points soared.
On the other side, Chi Lie was still a bit dazed after being thrown to the ground.
Liu Yiyi helped him up, worried:
“A-Lie, are you okay?”
Chi Lie was fine, except that the meticulously styled hair he had prepared for his entrance was now even more disheveled.
He had gone from a track bking to Er Gou at the village entrance.
Chi Er Gou’s gaze couldn’t help but drift toward Qin Wanyin.
But she didn’t spare him a glance. Instead, she held a plate of food, relieved, and said, “Thank goodness, the food didn’t spill.”
Liu Yiyi whispered softly, “Sister Wanyin, A-Lie was just frightened. Isn’t it a bit inappropriate for you to care more about the food?”
Qin Wanyin: “If a person falls to the ground, they won’t die. If food falls to the ground, it can’t be eaten. Like I said, I can’t stand waste.”
Liu Yiyi argued, “But if the food is gone, it can be remade. Chi Lie is a genius Racing Driver for our country. If he gets hurt anywhere, it’s a loss for our nation.”
Qin Wanyin had initially been too lazy to argue, but Liu Yiyi insisted on pushing it.
When trouble arose, she redirected the “flower” to someone else.
When the other person was fine, she kept worrying incessantly.
Qin Wanyin smiled kindly:
“Just now, you could have thrown the flower on the ground, but to let others experience the thrilling excitement, you resolutely threw it into their arms. You’re quite the good person, aren’t you!”
【《You’re quite the good person, aren’t you!》】
【So Qin Wanyin is a master of sarcasm!】
【Our Yiyi is a girl! She was so frightened and panicked that she accidentally threw the flower!】
【Exactly, Chi Lie didn’t even mind. Some people shouldn’t worry more than the emperor himself!】
【Oh? Doesn’t Liu Yiyi usually claim to be one of the guys? Is her gender Schrödinger’s cat now?】
【Stop arguing. She’s just a person with a woman’s body and a man’s heart. Fans, quickly crowdfund and take your Brother Yi to Thailand so she can bravely become a man! Then charge into Hollywood! They love this kind of contradictory persona!】
【Lin Xiao, you’ve really elevated your insults now!】
Qi Heng was displeased.
He stepped in front of Liu Yiyi.
“Qin Wanyin, haven’t you caused enough trouble? Yiyi didn’t mean to do it just now. Why are you being so aggressive? It’s not like you were the one who got hurt. Or perhaps—”
He raised an eyebrow, “Did you fall in love with Chi Lie at first sight and worry about him getting hurt?”
Qi Heng said this, but deep down, he knew the truth.
Qin Wanyin liked him and wouldn’t shift her affections elsewhere.
“How vicious, Little Qi.” Qin Wanyin said calmly.
Qi Heng: “…”
Qin Wanyin: “Anyone with eyes can see that Chi Lie gave the rose because he wants to pursue Liu Yiyi.”
“You also like Liu Yiyi, but you think you’re not as young as Chi Lie. You’re worried that your looks will fade and her love will wane, so you don’t dare compete openly. What do you do then?”
“That’s right, resort to petty tricks!”
“You’re like the gossiping old lady at the village entrance, always making up stories out of thin air. If you saw me jogging in the morning, would you even wonder: Did she sneak out to meet a man last night?”
“Everyone says women are scheming and conniving, but I’d say you men are no better!”
Qin Wanyin didn’t hate women, nor did she hate men—she hated the world.
She disliked everyone equally.
—Of course, if she could get her pension, she wouldn’t hate it anymore!
She’d absolutely adore this world!
[Pfft! I’m dying of laughter. I went back to my hometown for the New Year and went for a morning run, and the next day everyone looked at me weirdly, saying I’d been fooling around with some man all night and lost track of time, and that I’d rushed home late from his place!]
[Isn’t that just straight-up spreading malicious rumors!]
[With that comparison, Qi Heng is so off-putting!]
Qi Heng frowned. “If you hadn’t ridden a cow here, this scene wouldn’t have happened.”
Qin Wanyin retorted, “Then why don’t you say it’s because you invested in this variety show, otherwise this scene wouldn’t have happened either.”
“By your logic, murderers shouldn’t be sentenced—we should blame Nüwa for creating humans and Pangu for separating heaven and earth!”
“After all, without them, murderers wouldn’t have anyone to kill! Hilarious, without people, of course there’d be no killing!”
“You’re so good at shifting blame—in your past life, were you tossing Indian parathas by the Ganges?”
Qin Wanyin’s mouth was like a machine gun, firing off this entire tirade without a single stumble.
It was the dream mouth of countless civil service and graduate school exam takers.
A kind word warms three winters, but a harsh one chills even June. Faced with this barrage of icy attacks, Qi Heng’s face turned ashen, frozen like a corpse preserved in a morgue for three years.
The system cautiously reminded her: [Don’t break character.]
But Qin Wanyin didn’t think she had.
Faced with a fiancé who showered other women with attention and made her bear the stigma of being a homewrecker, even the gentlest girl would lash out, wouldn’t she?
Seeing the situation, the director immediately stepped forward!
“Teacher Qin is truly witty, even her jokes sound like stand-up comedy. Hahaha, now that everyone’s here, let’s go inside to eat. The food will get cold soon.”
He forced out two awkward laughs, making the atmosphere even more uncomfortable.
But given the director’s position, his words still carried weight.
Zhou Zhengwen patted Qi Heng on the back. “Come on, we’re grown men—let’s not argue with a young lady. Let’s go. I brought a bottle of ’82 red wine specially.”
Qin Wanyin stayed silent.
She was pondering a very important question.
Just how many grapes were victimized in 1982 that there’s still inventory all these years later?
With this question in mind, Qin Wanyin carried the dish she had personally made and walked indoors with the others.
Four female guests, five dishes.
Though it was supposed to be an anonymous vote, it was more transparent than an idol group selection.
Who made the scrambled eggs with tomatoes didn’t matter.
Who made the steak didn’t matter.
Who made the hotpot didn’t matter.
As long as everyone knew the lobster balls were made by Liu Yiyi.
Each of the three male guests had three votes, and after tasting the lobster balls, they couldn’t stop praising the dish.
Comments ranged from “springy” to “melts in your mouth.”
Even academic paper plagiarism checks weren’t this repetitive.
Thankfully, they weren’t well-educated, and their vocabulary for flattery was quite limited. Otherwise, this variety show would have shifted from Love Worker to Classical Chinese Poetry.
This dish received all three votes unanimously!
When it came to the remaining dishes, the male guests became “nitpicky.”
“This scrambled eggs with tomatoes is sweet? Sorry, I’m team savory.”
“The steak uses frozen meat—I prefer the texture of M9.”
“The hotpot is good, but it doesn’t require much skill.”
One dish remained.
That was the hearty dish brought by Qin Wanyin—Sautéed Three Delicacies.
Pork intestines, pork liver, and green peppers—it looked oily yet not greasy, and you could even catch the aroma of wok-fried goodness.
The director was surprised. “This doesn’t seem to be one of the dishes we prepared, does it?”
“Of course not,” Qin Wanyin replied. “This was given to me by a local villager when they slaughtered a pig. Oh, and that cow belongs to their family too. The villager was quite kind—they even lent me their kitchen.”
The director wanted to say it wasn’t allowed.
But then he remembered the rules on the card didn’t specify that “begging” for ingredients was forbidden, so he kept quiet.
Qi Heng was the first to pick up his chopsticks.
After taking a bite, his expression instantly turned grim.
The director couldn’t tell if he was acting or genuinely reacting and cautiously asked:
“Why does Young Master Qi have that expression? Is it really bad?”
Qi Heng was speechless.
It wasn’t about being bad—it was that—
These pork intestines were still filled with shit!