Qi Heng had received elite education since childhood.
Even if he ate something utterly disgusting, he would never spit it out.
Unless it was too revolting.
Qi Heng retched, ran to the corner, and vomited violently. Even when there was nothing left to throw up, he continued to feel nauseous.
He nearly vomited stomach acid.
[It can’t be that bad, can it?]
[Holy shit! What kind of biochemical weapon did Qin Wanyin make?!]
[Help, I was watching this as a meal-time variety show, not a vomit-inducing one. I’m about to puke too!]
After a while, Qi Heng rinsed his mouth and wiped it, glaring at Qin Wanyin with anger and weakness.
“Did you taste it after it was done?”
“No.”
“You served it without tasting it?!”
“The tutorial didn’t say to taste it before serving.”
Qi Heng: “…”
He knew Qin Wanyin was doing it on purpose.
Qin Wanyin also knew that he knew she was doing it on purpose.
But she was pretending!
She wanted to see if Qi Heng dared to admit in public that he had eaten shit!
Of course, she couldn’t let the other two male guests off either.
She smiled, “Are you two waiting for me to feed you?”
The second male guest, true to his patronizing nature, said, “How bad can a dish made by a girl be?”
With that, he picked up a piece of pork liver.
It was no less than the level of a restaurant chef.
He gave a thumbs-up, “This is pretty good!”
Chi Lie didn’t eat offal, but the two people who had tasted the dish gave completely different reviews, which genuinely piqued his interest.
He took a bite of the chili pepper.
The familiar aroma stimulated his taste buds. His expression changed, and he stood up, grabbing Qin Wanyin’s arm. “Where did you learn to make this dish?”
Qin Wanyin replied calmly, uttering four words, “Baidu Encyclopedia.”
“Impossible, this taste is clearly—”
Chi Lie hesitated.
He was young, with puppy-dog eyes. At this moment, he was emotional, tightly holding Qin Wanyin’s arm and refusing to let go.
Qin Wanyin recognized Chi Lie.
To be more precise, she recognized his face.
—A height of 1.8 meters, Caucasian-like sharp features, pale skin, blue-iris puppy-dog eyes, and earlobes that flushed red when he got excited.
He was also the protagonist of a small Plane World.
Similarly, in that world, she had died for him too.
Not by blocking a knife, but by taking a bullet.
There was a question on Zhihu: Have you ever risked your life for someone?
Qin Wanyin answered anonymously: Yes, and quite a few times.
One similar face could be a coincidence.
But two?
Was the Fast Travel Bureau trying to provoke her because they thought her life was too comfortable?
To make her constantly recall the gruesome deaths of blocking knives and bullets?
Qin Wanyin felt irritated and pushed Chi Lie away abruptly.
“I already said it was from an online tutorial. Can’t you understand human language?”
Chi Lie was taken aback, his long eyelashes drooping, looking somewhat dejected.
A red alarm sounded in her mind.
—[OOC Warning! Host, be delicate!]
Qin Wanyin: “…”
She rolled her tongue and changed her tone, “If you can’t understand human language, I’ll speak sweet nothings to you next time~”
Even without deliberately acting delicate, just lowering her voice made it sound as gentle as water.
Like a cat’s tail coiling around someone, delivering a tender blow to the chest.
Unintentionally, she was flirting like a pro.
But she herself was completely unaware.
She just thought to herself:
Even in such an emergency, I can handle it effortlessly. As expected of me!
In her mind, two little figures were giving her thumbs-up.
Li Yunlong: You’re really a damn genius!
Factory Manager: Our Eastern Depot needs talents like you!
Her face was flushed, tinged with a faint excitement.
To outsiders, her eyes appeared clear and moist, charming and captivating.
Chi Lie paused.
…No one had ever told him cheesy pickup lines before.
A suspicious blush spread across the young man’s face. He withdrew his hand as if shocked by electricity. “You… really learned that online?”
“Do you like it? Want me to send you the link?”
“Sure, let’s add each other on WeChat.”
“Okay, you scan me.”
After adding her on WeChat, Chi Lie hesitated. “Your name is… ‘Poor but Happy as a Lamb’?”
“Mm-hmm.” Qin Wanyin glanced at Chi Lie’s name. “‘Gang Leader Big Star’.”
It oddly sounded like a couple’s username.
Seeing this, Qi Heng felt even more disgusted than when he had eaten the stuffed large intestine earlier.
His gaze darkened, and without hesitation, he gave his remaining two votes to the other female guests.
Then, his fingers slid toward his pocket, wanting to light a cigarette to calm himself down.
He stopped only when he remembered this was a live broadcast.
He let out a laugh, laced with malice. “Mr. Chi, Mr. Zhou, since you both seem to enjoy this dish so much, why don’t you finish it?”
Zhou Zhengwen and Chi Lie didn’t think much of it.
Until they also picked up a piece of the large intestine.
Then—
They repeated the exact series of actions Qi Heng had just performed.
“Ugh!”
“Ugh—”
Amid the fragrance of rice fields celebrating a bountiful year, a chorus of “ughs” could be heard.
Qin Wanyin smiled faintly. “Qi Heng, you said earlier that no matter how bad my cooking was, you’d eat it all. You’re not going back on your word, are you?”
“Or are you trying to bully a weak and helpless woman like me?”
If anyone else had said this, they would have been called a hypocrite long ago.
But coming from Qin Wanyin’s mouth, it carried a sarcastic sense of humor.
After all, the image of her effortlessly turning a bull’s head with her strength was still fresh in everyone’s minds.
[Is this what they call contrast-cuteness?]
[Some people are beautiful without knowing it; she’s a powerhouse without realizing it!]
[Don’t talk about my Wanyin like that! She’s my most delicate daughter!]
Of course, Qi Heng refused to eat it.
Qin Wanyin sighed. “Breaking promises leads to weight gain, and abandoning someone after leading them on—I feel sorry for your future wife. One moment you’re swearing eternal love, the next you’ll probably have three wives and four concubines, won’t you?”
As she spoke, she meaningfully glanced at Liu Yiyi.
A verbal kill shot.
Qi Heng was successful in his career, handsome, and wealthy—a standard domineering CEO. But his rival, Chi Lie, was a male college student—and practically a half-athlete.
Men always love eighteen-year-old girls.
Women always love diamond-studded college boys.
This gave Qi Heng a strong sense of crisis.
Now, Qin Wanyin was deliberately sowing discord in front of Yiyi.
Qi Heng gritted his teeth and ate the green peppers and pork liver inside.
Only the large intestine remained.
His face turned green, and he absolutely refused to eat it.
Qin Wanyin was speechless. “Are you raising fish in there? If the bond is deep, down it in one go!”
Qi Heng clenched his teeth. “If the bond is so deep, why don’t you eat it?”
Qin Wanyin happily enjoyed the lobster, steak, and hotpot made by the other female guests, then glanced disdainfully at the “Three Delicacies Stir-fry.” “Is this even fit for human consumption? Are you trying to poison me?”
“???”
Qi Heng nearly spat blood from anger.
[I’m so curious—how bad could this large intestine possibly taste?]
[Probably something like ‘nine-turned large intestine’!]
[Did you do this on purpose, or was it an accident?!]
[There’s poison in the poop!]
[Actually, some people prefer to keep the original flavor—it varies from person to person (dog head emoji).]
Qi Heng vomited until his face turned pale, his eyes reddened, embodying the persona most beloved by domestic entertainment fans—the fragile, broken aesthetic.
Loved, hindered!
Qi Heng forced himself to hold on. “You got zero votes, ranked last. Looks like you’ll be staying in the worst room.”
Qin Wanyin didn’t care. “At least you ate shit!”
Qi Heng, dead.
[Eat shit, you.jpg]
[Shit, dead]
[Who said Qin Wanyin is a homewrecker? She didn’t want to break up the family—she wanted to slaughter the whole family!]