10: Chapter 10 Yang Mi's Feet Are Not So Honest

Men simply cannot understand how desperate women are to maintain their figures.

Especially for top-tier actresses who rely on their faces and figures to make a living.

Top-tier stunners like Yang Mi and Dilraba control their calories to a perverted degree.

Maintaining their figures isn't just about vanity; it's the bottom line for keeping their jobs.

But at this moment, the two great beauties were mired in deep, painful conflict.

Having a god-tier chef at home, cooking food so fragrant it could make someone swallow their own tongue, yet not daring to eat their fill—that feeling was worse than death for them.

The most fatal part was that they discovered they had absolutely no resistance to Lin Chen's cooking.

At this rate, within a month, they would definitely be fed into two fat, white little sows.

"Feel free to eat to your heart's content. I specifically controlled the oil and salt when I cooked. Don't be fooled by how much you're eating; you aren't actually consuming that many calories. As long as you move a little, you won't gain a single ounce of fat," Lin Chen said casually to reassure them.

The beautiful faces of Yang Mi and Dilraba instantly bloomed with wild joy: "You aren't lying to us?"

"Why would I lie to you!"

"Wow! Lin Chen, you're just too cool!"

The two women were so excited they were about to jump up.

They could satisfy their cravings without worrying about gaining fat on their bellies!

This was truly the kind of good fortune that all women in the world wouldn't even dare to dream of.

"However, after you finish eating, don't just laze around. Hurry up and wash the pots and pans; it'll be a good way to burn off some fat," Lin Chen instructed immediately after.

"No problem! Leave it to us!"

The two stunning beauties stood up readily, happily cleared the table, and walked into the washroom, swaying their alluring waists.

...

After Yang Mi and Dilraba finished washing the dishes and came back, Lin Chen took out some newly bought tea from the cabinet and brewed a few cups.

He casually pushed open the window, turned off the blinding incandescent light, and left only a dim, yellowish wall lamp on.

For a moment, a gentle breeze brushed against their faces, and the sound of insects chirping came from outside.

With bellies full and round, feeling the breeze and drinking tea under the dim, ambiguous light was comfortable to the very bone.

Dilraba leaned lazily against the headboard, her round, fair, beautiful legs crossed casually, her delicate and cute toes swaying in mid-air, holding a teacup and smiling with a charming, naive air.

Yang Mi sat down next to Dilraba.

She gave Lin Chen a meaningful look and said softly, "I only realized today that life could be enjoyed like this. Actually, when you think about it, happiness doesn't lie in how much money you earn, but whether you can appreciate the small, beautiful things around you."

Yang Mi suddenly took off her shoes.

A slender, jade-like foot wrapped in an ultra-thin black silk stocking quietly stretched out under the table.

The soft instep rested directly on Lin Chen's thigh, lightly pressing and rubbing along his pant leg.

She remained calm on the surface, but her alluring peach-blossom eyes looked at Lin Chen: "What do you think?"

The smooth, warm sensation on his thigh made Lin Chen's heart flutter.

He suppressed his burning desire and replied, "Mm, that's absolutely right."

Yang Mi increased the pressure of her foot and said coquettishly, "Why is your answer so perfunctory?"

Dilraba didn't notice the steamy goings-on under the table.

She sat up straight with her white legs crossed, her little face very serious: "I think that the reason we can be this comfortable is all because of how satisfying that meal was! If we had eaten a dinner that made us angry, even if we were sitting in a palace drinking tea and enjoying the breeze, we would definitely feel it was meaningless."

Yang Mi retracted her long legs and chuckled, covering her mouth: "Why does it sound like you're buttering someone up?"

Dilraba blushed, extended her little hand to pinch the soft, tender flesh on Yang Mi's waist.

The two stunning beauties instantly rolled into a ball on the large double bed.

Amidst the giggling and roughhousing, their skirts rolled up, exposing their white thighs and alluring scenery.

The two great beauties occupied the large bed, chatting about this and that until past ten o'clock at night, before they reluctantly returned to the room across the hall.

...

The next day, the sky was cloudless.

At five o'clock in the morning, Lin Chen crawled out of bed on time.

Today, the two great beauties had to go to the Film Crew for early scenes, so he had to prepare the meal in advance.

He cooked a pot of soft, glutinous seafood porridge, steamed two steamers of crystal-clear little crystal dumplings, plus boiled eggs and a side of appetizing cold dish.

With breakfast ready, Lin Chen walked to the opposite door and knocked.

Yang Mi and Dilraba were already up, washing their faces and brushing their teeth inside.

Lin Chen called them over to eat.

The three of them sat at the table and started eating, and unsurprisingly, there was another round of crazy praise.

The seemingly ordinary white rice porridge was cooked to have a soulful aroma.

The little steamed dumplings made with pork skin jelly were bursting with soup with every bite.

The plates of food were swept away like a storm, not even a crumb was left.

After eating, Yang Mi and Dilraba very sensibly took the initiative to wash the pots and bowls.

Lin Chen packed all his cooking gear into a cardboard box, preparing to move it directly to the shooting location later.

The Film Crew's filming location was very far from the hotel, so it was impossible to come back for lunch.

Lin Chen had to go to the site to set up a stove.

At seven-thirty, the three of them went downstairs on time.

The two big stars' luxury nanny vans were already parked in the courtyard.

Lin Chen stuffed the cardboard box containing the pots and bowls into Yang Mi's trunk, but turned and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

When Yang Mi saw this, a nameless fire instantly surged in her heart: "What do you mean? Will you lose a piece of flesh if you ride in my car? Why must you run off and squeeze into Reba's car?"

Lin Chen paused, confused, and explained: "You guys go to the set first, I have some personal business to take care of."

The irritability in Yang Mi's heart instantly vanished, and even she felt puzzled: "What business are you going to take care of?"

"Buying some daily necessities."

Yang Mi waved her hand: "Take my car to go buy them! Just tell the driver where you want to go; he knows this area of Hengdian World Studios with his eyes closed. I'll go squeeze into Reba's car."

Lin Chen resolutely refused: "There's no need to go through all that trouble. It's not far; I can just walk there. You guys hurry off to get busy."

Yang Mi hesitated for a few seconds, then could only nod and agree: "Alright then, if there's an emergency, call me immediately."

Yang Mi's nanny van slowly drove out of the gate.

Dilraba's car followed closely, but didn't drive away; instead, it parked precisely at Lin Chen's feet.

The electric car door slid open, and Dilraba poked her little head out: "Hurry up and get in!"

Lin Chen had to repeat the same excuse he used earlier.

Dilraba's reaction was exactly like a mold cast from Yang Mi's.

She insisted that Lin Chen use her private car, and after being refused, she also gave him a thousand instructions and warnings.

After sending Dilraba off, Lin Chen walked forward alone along the sidewalk.

In a bustling area of the city.

Lin Chen arrived at the Xinhua Bookstore, familiar with the route.

It was just past eight o'clock, and the doors had just opened. Apart from the cleaning lady sweeping the floor, there wasn't a single customer in the store.

Yesterday, carrying dozens of pounds of iron pots for a few miles, he was as tired as a dead dog, which made him completely realize how useless this body was.

A twenty-year-old energetic young man, yet weak as an old man.

Definitely in a state of serious sub-health.

Not exercising and lying in bed playing on his phone every day, his body had long been hollowed out.

If he were to really share a bed with five stunning beauties, he would probably have to be sent to the emergency room before he could even last one night.

As a transmigrator who had died once, Lin Chen valued his physical capital more than anyone else.

Walking to the medical and wellness section, he scanned back and forth across several rows of bookshelves, his gaze locking onto a thick book on the top shelf, and he reached out to pull it down.

"Ding! Skill book 'Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon' discovered. Do you want to learn it immediately?"

The reputation of the 'Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon' was truly thunderous.

In countless cultivation legends, this was an peerless secret manual that shook all directions.

Lin Chen immediately became excited.

After learning this thing, what kind of skill could it actually give?

It wouldn't directly activate some invincible dual cultivation technique, right?

Legend has it that the ancient Yellow Emperor relied on bedding three thousand women, toiling day and night, and finally ascended to heaven in broad daylight—the greatest stud in history!