I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

"Thanks for the invitation. I was just sitting at home when mangoes fell from the sky."

Thank you all for your support of our main package and for sending mangoes to the company so eagerly.

However, everyone was so enthusiastic that the company was practically drowning in mangoes, and even the security guard downstairs was about to throw up.

So stop, everyone! The area outside the company is overflowing with mangoes! If you keep sending them, the online novel company is going to completely overhaul the mango processing plant!

Then, we won't waste anything that has already been sent, or that we might receive in the next few days.

The website and I plan to donate the extra drinks to sanitation workers, traffic police officers, and other workers who work during the summer in the vicinity. It would be a way to spread love and care among everyone, wouldn't it?

If you agree, please type 1.

P.S.: If I collect 10,000 "1"s, I will update the prequel to Dragon 2 within three days, which is the story of the young Angers and Meneke Cassel more than a hundred years ago.

……

Cheng Che typed the last line of text methodically, and then clicked publish.

Once this chapter is published, the potential waste problem will be solved, and he and the website can also gain a good reputation for free.

All I can say is that the editor-in-chief is too cunning... and too kind-hearted.

With less than ten minutes left of his half-hour break, Cheng Che decided not to stay in the room any longer.

After all, as the person with the lowest "status" in the entire villa, he can arrive early, but he absolutely cannot arrive late, and he certainly cannot arrive last.

Although Cheng Che considers himself to have a pretty good mental fortitude, he doesn't have masochistic tendencies and doesn't want to be "baptized" by the entertainment industry.

He put away his phone, stretched, got up, and pushed open the door.

The second-floor corridor was filled with fixed cameras, and the live chat was constantly scrolling:

Hey, that amateur guy's gone out. He seems to be the first one to leave from the second floor?

[Actually, no, I've been in the live stream the whole time. Xiaotian left with her bag about ten minutes ago.]

[The diligent Oda and her laid-back, unassuming neighbor (laughs).]

After glancing at the red-flashing camera, Cheng Che leisurely strolled to the living room on the first floor.

As soon as Cheng Che stepped down the last step, he noticed a large, dark figure standing in front of the living room, with his back to him.

"Hmm, this tomato is of good quality. It has a small pointed bottom that is also concave. In the trade, this is called a 'female' tomato! It's perfect for stir-frying."

"This potato has a rough skin with many freckles; it's a 'mealy potato.' This type of potato is more suitable for stewing meat than for stir-frying shredded potatoes..."

The large, dark figure bent over, its rear end slightly sticking out, pacing back and forth in front of the living room, occasionally offering a few comments, speaking with an air of "I'm very professional."

[Someone interrupt Teacher Yan, I'm about to lose my hearing...]

[Exactly! I came here to watch the variety show, not to listen to Teacher Yan's lectures!]

Although, I often go grocery shopping with my mom, and what Teacher Yan said this time seems to be actually true...

【Huh? You guessed right? Could it be...?】

Teacher Yan: Fortune changes every thirty years, never underestimate the poor! The three-year period is over, the master chef is back!

[666! There are readers here too! Zero, this prosperous era is just as you wished!]

"Uh, Teacher Yan?"

Looking at the thick, dark shadow in front of him, Cheng Che hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Yan Lei heard a sound behind him. An aircraft carrier turned around and looked at Cheng Che, holding two gray potatoes in his hand.

"Oh, it's Xiao Cheng." Yan Lei smiled kindly. "There's still a while before the assembly. Why are you here so early?"

This statement serves two purposes.

First, asking Cheng Che in the tone of an elder would demonstrate one's senior status.

Secondly, I said you arrived early, but I arrived even earlier than you, to highlight my own diligence.

Cheng Che naturally understood Yan Lei's implied meaning, but he didn't do anything more, instead putting on a "shy" smile:

"I didn't have anything to do in my room, and since it was my first time on a TV show as an ordinary person, I was a little nervous, so I thought I'd go downstairs first to check things out and make some preparations."

Upon hearing Cheng Che's words, Yan Lei's eyes lit up with realization.

It's normal for an ordinary person new to the entertainment industry to be nervous, especially when appearing on a popular live variety show like "Wandering Diary".

That makes sense.

"Haha, don't be nervous. Recording variety shows is something you get used to after a few tries." Yan Lei smiled and added, "Feel free to ask me anything you don't understand, don't hesitate!"

"I'm relieved to hear you say that, Teacher Yan. I'll need your help in the future if I ever need anything," Cheng Che said with a smile.

"Of course, of course." Yan Lei nodded in satisfaction. He was very pleased with Cheng Che's use of the two "you" in polite manner.

[Are you getting nervous? Xiao Che, don't make the audience laugh!]

I really liked what Cheng Che said: "I think the production team should be the ones who are more nervous."

[666 I have a feeling Cheng Che is messing with Teacher Yan, but I don't seem to have any evidence!]

[Yes, something feels off, but it also looks perfectly normal...]

To be honest, Cheng Che is a bit cunning...

Only when he got closer did Cheng Che have time to see clearly what was placed in front of the living room.

Six bamboo baskets were placed at the front of the living room. When Yan Lei had his back to me, he was commenting on the ingredients in each basket.

Counting from left to right, the basket contains potatoes, tomatoes, eggplants, chicken legs, eggs, and...

Looking at the black, flaky objects in the shopping basket, Cheng Che fell into deep thought—

Is this tripe? And it looks like it hasn't been cleaned properly yet...

Since the ingredients in the other five baskets are relatively simple and easy to process, the ownership of this tripe is quite clear.

Looking at Yan Lei beside him, who was also staring at the tripe and seemed to be lost in thought, with a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, Cheng Che suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Teacher Yan, is this tripe yours...?" Cheng Che asked.

Yan Lei's reverie was interrupted, but he was not dissatisfied. Instead, he nodded at Cheng Che.

"Yes, these are the ingredients I took out separately after you went back to your rooms," Yan Lei confirmed.

"I see..." Cheng Che said thoughtfully. "As far as I know, tripe is a particularly difficult ingredient to prepare, right?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Lei glanced at the other five baskets and said, "They're definitely much harder to handle than things like eggs and potatoes."

"However, I've prepared tripe at home before, so it's not a big problem," Yan Lei said confidently.

"Teacher Yan, have you decided what you want to do?" Cheng Che asked cautiously.

"Of course." Yan Lei nodded.

"According to the rules, I have to cook two dishes. For the first one, I plan to keep it simple and make stir-fried tripe," he said.

Cheng Che nodded silently.

Stir-fried tripe is a good choice; at least it's easy to cook.

But he did not feel relieved because of this.

Because Teacher Yan said that stir-fried tripe is a common dish, then what happens next...?

As expected, Cheng Che's guess was confirmed the next moment—

Yan Lei gave a wicked smile and said:

"As for the second dish, I plan to follow the eating habits of some people in the Sichuan and Chongqing areas."

"Let's make... a tripe sashimi dish!"

As Yan Lei finished speaking, the barrage of comments exploded like a tsunami, a landslide, an earthquake, or a split in the sky, filling the entire screen with question marks like snowflakes.

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