Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

Seeing how easily Lu Yu was holding on, Song Xijin also began to have her own ideas.

The second chicken was one he suggested he try, saying, "I'll grab it and see."

Seeing that Song Xijin was genuinely interested and not being forced into it, Lu Yu gave him the seat.

He stood aside and watched.

Song Xijin observed for half a minute, spotted a lone chicken, and struck swiftly and decisively.

The chicken has been caught.

The chickens scattered the moment they were caught, flapping their wings and kicking wildly. Song Xijin had never experienced anything like this before and was caught off guard.

He loosened his grip, and the chicken broke free, running and flying far away, covering him in feathers and even kicking his hand hard with its claw.

The courtyard erupted in laughter, and even the production team couldn't hold back their laughter.

Song Xijin stood there, his pants covered in chicken feathers, two red marks on the back of his hand, and his face dark.

Lu Yu quickly went over to help him brush off the chicken feathers, and then held his injured hand to look at it.

"It's nothing serious." Song Xijin tried to pull his hand away. He was mainly embarrassed that he could get injured while catching a chicken.

Just now, I saw Lu Yu holding it quite easily, and the chicken didn't even flap around much. How come it became so disobedient when it was in his hands?

"I'll put some medicine on you in a bit." Lu Yu picked up Song Xijin's hand and blew on the two red marks. "It's good that you caught it. You're better than many people on your first try."

His expression darkened slightly. Song Xijin's skin was delicate, and the two red marks bulged up at a visible speed.

I shouldn't have let him try it.

Seeing Lu Yu's serious expression, Song Xijin snorted.

"It's really nothing. I'm not a three-year-old child, I'm not that delicate."

This is just a minor injury, not even as serious as the marks Lu Yu left on him.

However, the chicken's feet might not be clean; they definitely need to be disinfected later.

Qi Yue, who was standing next to him, couldn't stop laughing, but dared not make a sound, so he could only hold it in: "I felt pain just watching President Song take that blow."

Mu Qing was a little surprised: "He didn't even turn his back on you after being kicked, and he just stood there being coaxed. It seems that President Song's temper depends on who he's dealing with."

Wen Xuyan's group was ranked last and could only enter last, leaving only chickens and ducks hopping around the fence, extremely alert.

He and Tang Simian chased each other for twenty minutes, getting covered in chicken feathers, but in the end they gave up and only managed to grab a handful of vegetables and two duck eggs.

"I knew you couldn't do it, all my expectations were for nothing." Tang Simian plucked a chicken feather from her hair, her expression full of disappointment.

Wen Xuyan remained silent, carrying two duck eggs and a bunch of green vegetables, following behind Tang Simian, knowing that saying more would only lead to more trouble.

Isn't the production team making things difficult for him?

As a songwriter, how could he possibly compete with these professional athletes and actors in terms of physical strength?

After the ingredients were distributed, everyone returned to their respective stoves.

A new problem arises: the live creature has been captured, but who will handle it?

Live chickens and fish need to be killed and then cleaned.

Jiang Yunyun and Guan Shuwei, a married couple, clearly didn't handle live food much before, staring at the fish with wide eyes.

Guan Shuwei brandished the knife for a long time, scraping off the fish scales until they looked like they'd been chewed by a dog.

Gu Zhixing was worldly-wise, but even the movie star had never done tasks like killing fish and chickens before, and he was flustered and disorganized on the spot.

Bai Lu was even less likely to help him; instead, she took out her phone and tried to take pictures of him from various angles.

As long as the film is produced, that's all that matters.

Lu Yu rolled up his sleeves and began to chop with the same skill as a chicken vendor at the market.

The process of bleeding the chicken, scalding it, plucking its feathers, and gutting it is executed smoothly and efficiently.

The fish was stunned by slapping it with the back of a knife, its scales were scraped off, and its gills were removed. After cleaning it, it was rinsed in the water and became clean and white, with even the black membrane inside its belly being torn off completely.

Song Xijin was dumbfounded. He had originally wanted to help out, but he had no idea where to start.

He squatted down beside her, watching Lu Yu deal with the chicken, his brows furrowed.

Chicken feathers fell out of the basin, and he instinctively dodged back. Lu Yu asked him to help hold the chicken feet down, and he reached out and tried twice, but couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Never mind, you don't need to do it." Lu Yu couldn't help but smile when he saw Song Xijin's expression.

He actually found something endearing about Song Xijin.

That disgusted expression and the slightly wrinkled nose were all incredibly amusing.

Lu Yu got up and washed his hands at the tap. He moved a small stool from under the eaves and placed it in the shade next to the stove. He then pressed Song Xijin's shoulder and made him sit down.

"You just sit here," Lu Yu said. "Just look at me and don't run around or touch anything."

Song Xijin looked up at him: "Then what can I do to help you?"

He genuinely wanted to help, but the live chickens and fish were covered in blood after being processed, and he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

He can definitely do other jobs.

Lu Yu glanced at the ingredients beside him, then shoved a plate of peeled garlic into his hand. "Count them, I'll use them later."

Song Xijin sat on a small stool, holding the plate of garlic, and looked at the person in front of her who was wearing an apron and handled things efficiently, without saying a word for a long time.

He has never lost anything since he was a child.

But in this farmhouse courtyard, he really couldn't help at all.

Lu Yu can do anything perfectly.

He was skilled at everything: carrying water, pushing a cart to transport pumpkins, picking corn, killing chickens, and cooking.

And all he can do is sit here and count garlic.

Despite the torment, Song Xijin couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

Watching Lu Yu's busy figure at the stove, occasionally turning back to smile at him, the torment in his heart dissipated.

Lu Yu is better than everyone else. No movie star, Olympic champion, or musical prodigy can compare to him.

Lu Yu started cooking at the stove.

The large iron pot is heated to a scorching high. Rapeseed oil is added and heated until it becomes hot. Ginger slices, scallions, dried chilies, and garlic are then added and stir-fried until the skin is golden brown. Hot water and beer are added to cover the chicken pieces, and a wooden lid is placed on top. The pot is then simmered slowly over a wood fire.

He sliced ​​the other grass carp in half to make sauerkraut fish, and stewed the head and tail with tofu in a pot of milky white soup.

Crack the duck eggs into a bowl, spread two golden egg pancakes, and roll them up with blanched and chopped greens.

Finally, I stir-fried some freshly picked lotus root shoots from the pond; it was sour and spicy, and went very well with rice.

Four dishes and a soup. Lu Yu placed the prepared dishes on the octagonal table under the shade of the canopy, and the aroma wafted far away on the wind.

Tang Simian, sitting at the stove next door, was getting restless.

Her lunch with Wen Xuyan consisted of stir-fried vegetables, fried duck eggs, and a pot of rice that tasted slightly burnt.

"Lu Yu..." She peeked out from behind a pillar of the pergola, her eyes fixed on the pot of chicken and mushroom stew. "Do you sell this?"

"Not for sale." Lu Yu smiled as she stuck cornbread into the pan, flicking her hand lightly to stick a piece of cornbread dough to the pan. "But you can trade something for it."

"What can I use to exchange it for?" Tang Simian looked at the dishes in front of her with some difficulty.

Even she dislikes it, so Lu Yu and President Song must look down on it even more.

Lu Yu glanced at the blackened pot she and Wen Xuyan were using, and indeed had no intention of replacing it.

"Do you know how to start a fire? If so, please watch the stove for me, and I'll serve you a bowl."

"Yes! I'll come and tend the fire for you right away. Thank you, Lu Yu, and thank you, President Song." Tang Simian readily agreed and dragged Wen Xuyan over to start the fire.

In the end, Jiang Yunyun and Guan Shuwei traded two fish they had caught for a bowl of chicken and four cornbreads.

Gu Zhixing and Bai Lu were too embarrassed to speak, so Lu Yu took the initiative to serve them a bowl of fish head tofu soup.

Since it was a TV program recording, and Gu Zhixing was a senior, there was still a procedure to follow.

The main problem is that there are too many dishes for him and Song Xijin to finish.

Lu Yu, one of the observers, also gave some.

When Bai Lu expressed her gratitude, she unusually showed a slightly embarrassed expression.

During lunch, the four pairs of guests eventually ended up sitting at one table together.

The production team held up a megaphone and shouted, "Each group eats their own food," but nobody paid any attention.

In the end, even the four observers came over. Lu Yu's stewed chicken was so delicious that one bowl was not enough for the four of them.

They can only come over and fawn over them.

Lu Yu knew about Song Xijin's germaphobia; aside from not disliking him, he wouldn't even allow others to use serving chopsticks to pick up food.

He had already separated Song Xijin's share separately.

The afternoon recording was a bit easier; we picked vegetables, fed the chickens, and prepared ingredients for the evening barbecue party.

A small incident occurred while we were picking vegetables.

In the vegetable patch, Tang Simian held up a cucumber, insisting on competing with Jiang Yunyun to see who could pick it straighter.

Jiang Yunyun originally didn't want to compete, but Tang Simian provoked her with a few words, and the athlete's competitive spirit immediately came up. The two squatted under the cucumber trellis, each taking one cucumber and competing fiercely.

Finally, the production team couldn't stand it anymore. The two female guests were comparing cucumbers, and it just felt a bit strange.

The staff went up and confiscated both cucumbers, using them as ingredients for dinner.

Song Xijin was assigned to pick green beans.

He squatted by the vegetable patch, studying a trellis of green beans for a long time. He picked each bean, and they were all the same length. He stacked them neatly in the basket, like a line of soldiers.

Lu Yu passed by and saw the basket of green beans, and couldn't help but stop and look at it for a while.

"What's wrong? Is something the problem?" Song Xijin looked up at him and asked.

He picked the green beans, were they okay? He didn't want any of the oddly shaped ones or those with wormholes.

The selections are all the best of the best.

"It's nothing," Lu Yu said, suppressing a laugh. "I just think that the basket of green beans you picked has a lot of corporate culture about it."

Song Xijin looked down at her basket of neatly arranged green beans and, unusually, didn't object.

This scene amused all the observers.

Qi Yue said, "President Song's act of picking green beans created a sense of ceremony for signing documents."

"It's obvious that President Song has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"President Song didn't just abandon the basket and leave; instead, he diligently completed the assigned tasks. It certainly wasn't because he liked picking green beans."

"That's definitely not the case. President Song is willing to do these things because the person he loves is here."

Dinner was even more lavish than lunch.

Lu Yu tidied up the seasonal vegetables she had picked in the afternoon, grilled fish, skewered meat and corn, and also cooked a pot of preserved meat rice on the large stove.

The green beans that Song Xijin picked in the afternoon played a significant role in the simmering rice.

This time, Song Xijin learned her lesson. Before Lu Yu could move a stool, she moved one over herself, sat down, and took the initiative to peel the garlic.

Lu Yu glanced at him but didn't say anything, her eyes full of smiles.

Surprisingly, they didn't mind the strong smell of garlic.

As dusk fell, the lights came on in the farm.

Four pairs of guests were having barbecue around a long table. The production team didn't stop them and let them do whatever they wanted, mainly because they didn't dare to interfere with certain guests.

What if it makes you angry?

The staff also brought over a case of beer, which the guests accepted, a rare opportunity to relax while working.

After a few rounds of drinks, Tang Simian started making a fuss, insisting that Wen Xuyan sing.

"Old Wen, sing something to liven things up. You're useless at everything else all day, this is the only skill you have."

Wen Xuyan couldn't refuse, so the staff rummaged through the room and brought out a dusty wooden guitar.

He tuned the strings, tested the notes, and plucked a few chords.

He was singing a new song that had never been released before.

There were no lyrics, just a melody I hummed on the spot, low and slow, drifting far away amidst the chirping of cicadas and the crackling of firewood.

Tang Simian stopped making a fuss and leaned on Wen Xuyan's shoulder to listen quietly.

She was captivated by Wen Xuyan's guitar playing and singing during a variety show, and she was the one who pursued him.

After the song was finished, Jiang Yunyun led the applause.

Guan Shuwei took a sip of beer and remarked, "This is what an artist is like. Unlike us, we just compete to see who can eat the most and work the hardest."

As he spoke, he raised the third skewer of meat in his hand.

Jiang Yunyun glanced at him: "You really can eat. Even Lu Yu, who is taller than you, doesn't eat as much as you."

Guan Shuwei ate a skewer, unimpressed. "There's no need to compare like this. He's even more handsome than me."

The whole table burst into laughter.

Lu Yu and Song Xijin sat at the end of the long table.

Song Xijin didn't say much, just listened to everyone joking around, and occasionally handed Lu Yu a skewer of roasted corn.

The firelight shone on the faces of the people at the table, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Sitting on the other side, Jiang Wenjun remarked, "After spending a day together, the people at this table have become much more harmonious."

Online, this episode became a trending topic even before it was finished filming.

The incident began when a passerby went fishing at the reservoir near the farm in the afternoon and saw from a distance that the farm was filled with both machines and celebrities.

I took a few photos with my phone and posted them online.

The photo isn't very clear, but it's enough for fans to recognize the person.

There are three photos in total.

The first picture shows Lu Yu catching a chicken. He is standing in the middle of the fence with his sleeves rolled up, holding a speckled chicken in his hand, and smiling innocently.

Song Xijin stood straight outside the fence, his expression well-controlled, but the direction of his toes betrayed him; he subconsciously wanted to escape.

The second picture shows Lu Yu carrying water, the carrying pole pressing down on his shoulders, the two buckets full, walking steadily.

This photo is exceptionally well taken; the sun shines from behind him, casting a silhouette on the edge of the field.

The comments below were all praising its "cinematic quality".

The last photo is the most popular.

Lu Yu, wearing an apron, was stirring the wok in front of the stove, the firelight illuminating her profile.

Two steps away from him, a person was sitting on a small stool.

Dressed in understated luxury brands, her long legs were curled up in a crestfallen manner, she held a plate of garlic in her hand, sat upright, and had a focused gaze.

It is Song Xijin.

The comments section completely spiraled out of control.

[Am I seeing things? That guy sitting on the little stool peeling garlic... is that President Song?]

[The image of a domineering CEO sitting on a small stool with his legs curled up, holding a plate of garlic, is something I would never even dare to imagine.]

[The way President Song stared at Lu Yu was just too much of a sign of affection.]

[President Song is sitting obediently on a small stool. What an exceptionally well-behaved child! I want to duel with Lu Yu!]

[Lu Yu can actually catch and kill chickens? That's amazing!]

[When he was filming "Addiction" in the mountains, he did everything: carrying water, picking corn, and cooking over a large stove. He had maxed out all his skills.]

[Production team, please, please air this episode early! I want to watch it now!]

[Wait a minute, in the first picture, wasn't President Song trying to run away? President Song is actually afraid of chickens?]

[lol, it's probably just simple dislike, right?]

[When Lu Yu was carrying water, I thought I saw a shadow of Chen Haidong. This muscle memory must have come from the crew.]

Other people's dating shows: candlelight dinners, romantic dates. Their dating shows: killing chickens, carrying water, picking corn, and I actually find them quite entertaining.