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

From this moment forward, I am Cheng Che's first fan.

[Still want to be number one now? From now on, you'll only be behind the dog.]

[I have decided to crown Cheng Che as the number one warrior in the Chinese entertainment industry. Who agrees and who disagrees?]

[Actually, it wasn't that exaggerated. It was just buying some green beans... If he deliberately undercooked them and sent Teacher Yan to the hospital, then I admit he was indeed something else.]

However, let's not stir up trouble about food poisoning.

At this moment, Cheng Che was carrying a bag of green beans and walking back to the villa with Tian Xiwei.

"They actually bought green beans..."

Tian Xiwei turned her head almost every three steps, her gaze constantly glancing at the bag of green beans Cheng Che was carrying, her eyes flashing with an unusual light.

"Is buying green beans something to pay attention to?" Cheng Che glanced at her, giving her an expression that said, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"No." Tian Xiwei glanced at him, thinking to herself how cunning this person was, always trying to dig a pit for others whenever he had the chance.

"Buying green beans is normal... very normal." She pursed her lips, refusing to be fooled.

……

The two walked back casually, and before they knew it, the outline of the villa came into view.

In the villa's courtyard, there is a semi-open-air kitchen with a wooden structure, well-ventilated from multiple directions, facing the setting sun.

The kitchen roof is made of wooden slats, with a few clumps of green ivy hanging down from the gaps in the lattice. The heart-shaped leaves sway gently in the sea breeze, and their shadows sway as well.

The kitchen is spacious and bright, with two rows of stoves facing each other, more than enough to accommodate six people cooking at the same time.

At this moment, Yan Lei, Xia Ziyi, and Xu Anan were all in the kitchen, but Shen Han was nowhere to be seen.

Where's the warm-hearted guy? Is he hiding in the villa because he's too hot?

[Hanhan was worried about the sun being too strong outside, so he offered to go grocery shopping for the two girls and Teacher Yan. Some people shouldn't be so resentful.]

Oh no, he's actually managed to establish a "warm man" persona.

Whether Shen Han is there or not is completely unimportant; I can't wait to see Cheng Che cook green beans!

Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei placed the ingredients on the stove and found Yan Lei standing by the sink processing tripe.

Xia Ziyi and Xu Anan were watching from the left and right.

Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei exchanged a glance, then simultaneously took a step forward and moved closer.

"This tripe is quite particular about how it's prepared," Yan Lei said, rolling up his sleeves with a relaxed confidence.

"The heat, the technique, the order of operations—everything must be perfect, even the slightest difference."

"Take removing the fishy smell, for example. You can't just blanch it in hot water to save time. Not only will it not remove the odor, but it will also make the tripe tough and hard to chew..."

"You have to do it like me, scrubbing repeatedly with salt and vinegar, one to remove the slime and the other to remove the fishy smell, you can't skip either one."

As he spoke, he took salt and vinegar from the cupboard and began to rub the tripe with focused attention.

[He looks quite professional, but can Teacher Yan really clean the tripe properly? I have my doubts.]

I can't imagine what would happen if Teacher Yan used tripe that wasn't properly cleaned to make sashimi...

Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs; the old are ruthless, treating the young like straw dogs. Children, this is the tragedy of our times (sorrowful face).

[What the hell is this old Deng doing... I'm speechless, I really can't laugh.]

Xu Anan watched in a daze as Yan Lei explained.

Xia Ziyi remained silent.

She quietly slipped to the front of the cupboard, looked at the row of seasonings, and reached out her slender hand to pick up a plastic bottle containing white seasonings.

Then she swished a little into her palm, dipped her index finger in it, and put it in her mouth—

Then her pretty little face immediately wrinkled up.

Ugh, it's so salty.

Why is it salt?

So, what did Teacher Yan use to wash the tripe...?

She quietly moved back behind Yan Lei and stared at the jar of white seasoning he had just used. She noticed that the granules inside were much larger than salt and were crystal clear.

Clearly, this bottle contains sugar.

Xia Ziyi was conflicted.

What should I do? Should I tell Teacher Yan?

Tell him—wouldn't that make her seem like she has no emotional intelligence? What if the audience calls her stupid again? She's been getting a lot of flak lately, and her manager keeps telling her to think before she speaks.

If I don't tell him—that tripe is going to be served for dinner later… won't he die if he eats it?

Just as Xia Ziyi's face was scrunched up like a walnut, a voice that wasn't exactly familiar rang out like heavenly music:

"However, Ms. Yan, it seems like you poured in sugar just now."

Cheng Che walked over and immediately noticed that Yan Lei had just used sugar instead of salt.

Unlike Xia Ziyi, he didn't need to overthink things, so he spoke directly.

As expected! In this show, your brother Che will never let you down!

[Hilarious! I was just about to say, why are Teacher Yan's "salt" grains so big?]

[Sister Xia probably noticed too; she even went to try it just now, but she's been getting a lot of flak lately, and she hesitated for a long time with a sour look on her face, not daring to say anything.]

[Che Ge is great, no further explanation needed!]

As soon as Cheng Che finished speaking, the air in the kitchen seemed to be paused.

A hint of surprise flashed in Xu Anan's eyes, while Xia Ziyi's gaze towards Cheng Che was filled with "admiration".

Tian Xiwei pursed her lips slightly, a hint of surprise flashing across her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

Yan Lei stopped rubbing the tripe, his expression freezing for a moment.

But that pause didn't even last a second.

He quickly resumed his work, his expression unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

"Sugar, actually, also helps to remove the fishy smell." His voice was exceptionally calm. "Sugar can enhance the flavor and also increase the crispness of the tripe. You may not cook often, so you don't quite understand this principle."

As he spoke, he took the bottle of real salt from Xia Ziyi's hand with remarkable ease and sprinkled it evenly on the tripe.

"Look, it's almost done now, add some salt."

[Beep—The user of stove number 1 is Yan Lei, the king of trash talk from the variety show "Wandering Diary".]

[Thousands of years later, during an archaeological expedition, humanity unexpectedly discovered a lip-shaped object with a hardness comparable to vibranium in a pile of dust. Using this object as its core, they created a destructive weapon capable of annihilating a galaxy...]

[Upstairs, you know the saying "books can't be smashed if the store doesn't want them," right?]

Anyone with even a basic understanding of cooking knows that sugar can indeed enhance flavor, but that's for when you're cooking. Who's going to add sugar when cleaning tripe?

"Oh, I see. I've learned something." Cheng Che didn't say anything more, but nodded thoughtfully. "Then, Teacher Yan, please go ahead with your work. I look forward to your dishes tonight."

[Are you really looking forward to it? How can Cheng Che always say such unsettling things with such a matter-of-fact expression?]

Why didn't Cheng Che directly call out Teacher Yan? I thought he would say it outright.

[I understand. Cheng Che both reminded Teacher Yan that he had mistaken salt for salt, and then gave him a graceful way out at the end... That was a high level of emotional intelligence.]