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Storms on tropical islands come quickly and leave even more quickly.

The stove inside the cabin was still crackling, while the sound of rain outside had ceased.

Lin Yan pushed open the wooden door, and a ray of dazzling sunlight tore through the clouds and slammed directly onto the muddy beach.

In less than half an hour, the sky cleared up.

"Alright, come out now."

Lin Yan casually extinguished the fire in the stove, then went back and picked up the two large buckets of seafood.

Chen Yu immediately fawned over him, "Brother Lin! How can you let such rough work get your precious hands dirty! Let me do it!"

He bent down, grabbed the plastic bucket with both hands, and pulled it up with all his might.

His face turned a deep purplish-red, and the bucket seemed welded to the ground, barely lifting off the ground by two centimeters.

Lin Yan glanced at him, picked up a bucket with one hand, and walked quickly: "Have you been consuming all that protein powder in your brain these past few years? Keep up."

Back at the Conch House, the courtyard had become a disaster site.

The makeshift sunshade was overturned, and the canvas was tightly tangled in the coconut trees. Several spare cameras lay overturned in the mud, their waterproof covers all torn.

Director Wang, along with several stagehands, was squatting on the ground trying to salvage the equipment. They were all soaked to the bone and their faces were pale.

At this point, the live broadcast signal was reconnected.

Just as more than 20 million viewers flooded into the live broadcast room, they saw Lin Yan and his group strolling back in a refreshed manner, while the production crew was in complete disarray.

"Oh my, Director Wang, was this just pulled from the sea?"

Lin Yan slammed the seafood bucket down in the middle of the yard.

Director Wang's face turned green.

During the thunderstorm, this group of people huddled together in their tent on the leeward side of the hill and were almost blown into the sea to feed the fish.

In contrast, Lin Yan and his group emerged from that hardcore wooden cabin with nothing but mud on their shoes and not a single hair out of place.

This is not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

"Lin Yan, where did you learn your house-building skills?" Director Wang asked through gritted teeth.

"Stop asking questions. Take inventory and calculate points." Lin Yan pointed to the four large red buckets on the ground. "Lunchtime is over, I'm hungry."

The assistant director quickly brought over an electronic scale.

They poured out twelve catties of large razor clams. They poured out eight catties of clams. And three catties of conger eel.

The last wild blue crab, bound tightly, weighed two pounds and eight ounces when weighed.

"Razor clams are 50 yuan per jin, clams are 30 yuan per jin. Large blue crabs are 200 yuan... In total, that's 1,130 points."

The assistant director looked at the calculator, and cold sweat poured down his back.

This doesn't even include the scraps that Chef Huang and his team caught.

The budget for the seafood feast that the production team had originally planned has been completely wasted.

Lin Yan nodded, turned and walked into the kitchen, pulling open the large refrigerator belonging to the production crew.

Inside were only some basic vegetables, rice and noodles, and two pieces of frozen pork belly.

"Teacher Huang, I'll handle these crabs. You go and get the razor clams to purge the sand. Chen Yu, peel the scallions and mince the garlic."

Lin Yan casually selected a team member, and his aura instantly took over the kitchen.

Chef Huang was taken aback.

He's always the head chef in all the variety shows, but today he was assigned to wash vegetables by a young guy?

But when he thought of Lin Yan's amazing skill, he immediately rubbed his hands together with a grin and said, "Okay, I'll be your assistant today."

Without saying a word, Chen Yu grabbed a handful of garlic and started peeling it.

Lin Yan washed his hands, took a boning knife from the knife rack, and casually rubbed it on the whetstone a couple of times.

The large blue crab was pressed down on the cutting board, its terrifying pincers still struggling desperately.

Lin Yan's fingers precisely gripped the concave part of the crab's back, the tip of the knife pressed against the crab's navel. He then pressed his wrist down.

"Click."

With a soft click, the blue crab instantly lost its strength.

The blade flips. The crab gills are removed, and the crab claws are chopped off.

With a gentle flick of the blade along the edge of the crab shell, the enormous crab carapace was perfectly lifted.

The abundance of red and yellow crab roe was instantly revealed, and its bright color made Chen Yu, who was standing next to him, swallow hard.

Cutting into pieces, coating with cornstarch—the movements are fluid and fast, almost dazzling.

Heat the large iron wok. Lin Yan poured in half a bowl of peanut oil.

Heat the oil to 60% of its maximum temperature, then add ginger slices and scallion segments and sauté until fragrant.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed a handful of dried shrimp that the production team had prepared and threw them into the pot.

"Sizzle!" White smoke rose up, and the fishy and fresh smell of dried shrimp was instantly brought out by the high temperature.

"This step is called simmering the seafood base oil. The blue crabs from the islands are cold in nature and have firm meat, so they need to be cooked in a lot of oil to bring out their aroma."

Lin Yan casually grabbed half a packet of the Thirteen Spices he had previously swiped and sprinkled a pinch of white pepper powder on top.

A rich, overpowering aroma, full of the flavors of everyday life, filled the kitchen with an irresistible, pungent fragrance that seemed to pierce right into your nostrils.

The crab pieces coated in cornstarch were put into the pot, and Lin Yan tossed the wok with one hand, making the large iron pot seem as light as a toy in his hands.

The crab shells quickly turn an enticing bright red as they are stir-fried in hot oil.

The crab meat shrinks and becomes firmer.

Lin Yan picked up the cooking wine bottle and poured it around the edge of the pot.

With a sizzling sound, the aroma of wine mixed with the scent of crab exploded completely.

Pour in boiling water, cover with a wooden lid, and reduce the sauce over high heat.

Fifteen minutes later, open the lid.

The thick broth bubbled at the bottom of the pot, and each piece of crab meat was coated with bright red sauce, so fragrant that it almost seemed to materialize.

"Chen Yu, plate it." Lin Yan casually ordered.

Chen Yu's hands were trembling as he held the plate.

What the hell is this braised giant blue crab?!

In the large clay pot on the other side, the seafood porridge had been boiling for half an hour.

While preparing the large blue crab, Lin Yan casually cut off a small half of the crab leg and put it into the porridge.

Then add the razor clam meat and shredded ginger to cook together.

The rice grains are completely cooked until they dissolve, and the sweetness of the seafood is locked in the rice oil.

Finally, sprinkle with plenty of chopped green onions and drizzle with a few drops of sesame oil.

When the food was served on the square table in the courtyard, everyone fell silent.

Even Shen Qingqiu, who eats specially supplied nutritional meals year-round and never touches high-carbohydrate foods, couldn't take his eyes off that pot of seafood porridge.

My stomach, quite uncooperatively, rumbled loudly.

Her face flushed, and she quietly covered her stomach.

Lin Yan first ladled himself a large bowl of porridge, then picked up the biggest crab claw and took a bite.

The rich sauce bursts forth, and the sweetness of the crab meat and the slight spiciness of the pepper intertwine wildly on the tongue.

"Phew, just the right heat."

Everyone else immediately started eating.

Chen Yu completely forgot about his boy band image, and started slurping down the large bowl of food, even though it was so hot that he kept gasping for breath.

Teacher He was sweating profusely from the spiciness, but his chopsticks were so fast they were practically blurring out of shape.

Outside the courtyard.

Director Wang, along with several assistant directors and cameramen, stood at the edge of the cordon, their eyes practically green with envy.

After all that trouble, I didn't even get a sip of hot water.

At that moment, the overwhelming aroma of seafood wafted along with the sea breeze, instantly breaking down everyone's defenses.

The stomachs of several young cameramen were growling louder than thunder.

Director Wang swallowed hard, forced himself to adopt the airs of the chief director, and strolled over to the table with his hands behind his back.

"Ahem, Lin Yan." Director Wang forced out what he thought was a kind smile.

Lin Yan didn't even look up, focusing on the crab legs: "Director Wang, what advice do you have? Let me make it clear first, there's no food left for us; this is the fruit of our labor."

One sentence left Director Wang speechless.

"How can this be called inviting someone to stay for a meal? I'm just here to see if your diet is healthy."

Director Wang stared intently at the pot of seafood porridge that was almost completely empty. "This porridge looks watery. How about I taste it to see if it's cooked?"

The live stream chat was bursting with laughter:

[Hahaha, what the hell! Let's taste it to see if it's cooked! Director Wang's saliva is practically dripping into the pot!]

[Hilarious! The director's begging scene is destined to be iconic!]

[Lin Shen's food-hoarding warning! Anyone who dares to steal his job will suffer the consequences!]

Lin Yan put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and looked at Director Wang with a half-smile.

"It's fine to try it." Lin Yan pointed to the casserole. "A bowl of porridge in exchange for two roast chickens as a midnight snack."

Director Wang's face stiffened: "You're extorting me! Two roast chickens? Do you know how difficult it is to get supplies on the island!"

"Never mind then." Lin Yan pretended to pick up the casserole. "Chen Yu, use this leftover porridge to feed the dog, or to make rice porridge."

"No, no, no!" Director Wang grabbed the corner of the table, gritting his teeth. "Fine! Two it is! And I'll let you sleep in tomorrow!"

Lin Yan took out an empty bowl with satisfaction, scooped half a spoonful of plain porridge from the bottom of the pot, and handed it over.

That's all, drink it or don't.

Looking at the pitiful half-bowl of porridge, Director Wang was overcome with sorrow.

The dignified chief director signed a humiliating treaty for half a bowl of plain porridge. He took it with both hands, picked up the bowl, and took a big gulp.

The moment he stepped into the entrance, Director Wang's eyes widened in shock.

Fresh! Extremely fresh and sweet!

A warm current spread directly from my stomach, instantly dispelling all the chill and fatigue.

This is so damn delicious!

Director Wang drank it down in a few gulps, then licked the rim of the bowl, still wanting more.

It's true what they say, comparisons are odious. Compared to this, the porridge my own cook makes is practically dishwater.

After eating and drinking his fill, Lin Yan pulled out a folding recliner, put on sunglasses, and comfortably sprawled out.

A gentle sea breeze and mild sunshine embody the spirit of salted fish.

Shen Qingqiu sat on the rattan chair next to him, holding a cup, her gaze unconsciously falling on Lin Yan.

This man is truly unfathomable.

Writing songs is like drinking water, beachcombing is like eating, and now even my cooking skills are top-notch.

During the three years he was a trainee at Xingyao, was he practicing these esoteric arts all the time?