153: Chapter 153 Springtime Glimpse in the Clothing Room

Song Zuer felt hit hard, her little face turning shades of pale.

But she was not discouraged; instead, she was stirred by a fighting spirit.

She really wanted to rush up and fight those three overbearing women to the death right now.

But her reason told her that a head-on collision was suicide.

Fighting alone, how could she possibly take on three at once? This matter had to be thought out carefully and planned slowly.

They drifted on Erhai Lake until sunset, the evening glow dyeing the lake surface a mesmerizing orange-red.

The Divas Hit the Road Group then reluctantly went ashore and took a jeep back to the villa with the sea view.

Although the day's itinerary was tiring, everyone was in a particularly good mood.

On the way back, Xiao Yueyue even took the lead in Singing an off-key version of the "Song of the Five Rings."

However, the evening sea breeze was a bit strong, and Singing in a convertible meant he swallowed a bellyful of cold air, causing him to cough several times.

"Hubby~ Come help us with our zippers, we can't reach them~"

As soon as they returned to the master bedroom of the villa, the three women didn't even have time to drink water before rushing into the spacious wardrobe to change.

Lin Chen pushed open the wardrobe door and walked over, skillfully helping them unzip the tight invisible zippers on their backs.

Once the zippers were loose, the three women let out a long sigh of relief simultaneously.

Then, treating Lin Chen completely like air, they started taking off those cumbersome tulle dresses and tight shapewear right in front of him without any inhibition.

"Oh my god, wearing pajamas is the most life-saving thing!"

"This damn shapewear is strangling me so hard it's difficult to breathe; it's suffocating me to death."

"My high heels are the same, my heels are rubbed raw, it hurts like hell."

The three women complained endlessly while nimbly changing into loose pajamas.

Large areas of snow-white, delicate skin swayed before Lin Chen's eyes, a glimpse of beauty.

Lin Chen also took off his handsome but stuffy suit, changed into big shorts, and said grumpily: "Since it's such a torture to wear, why do you insist on wearing it? Isn't this just asking for trouble yourself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three women turned their heads in unison and gave him three eye-rolls that could reach the sky.

Liu Shishi jumped directly onto Lin Chen's back, wrapped her fair, tender legs around his waist, and tugged at his ears, coquettishly saying:

"Are you stupid! Of course, it's for looking good! Do you even need to ask? I really don't know how you became someone's husband, you don't understand women's thoughts at all."

Lin Chen backhanded a loud slap on Liu Shishi's firm, perky peach-like buttocks, causing her to let out a cry of surprise.

He smiled and retorted: "For the sake of vanity, you don't even want your life? Let me ask you, is beauty more important, or is comfort more important?"

"Nonsense! Of course, beauty is the most important!"

The three women spoke in unison, their tone was absolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

...

After changing into pajamas, they went to the bathroom for a hot shower.

The three little wives of the Lin family, washed until they were fragrant and rosy, collapsed like three piles of soft mud, sprawled out on the exaggerated king-size waterbed in the master bedroom.

At this moment, there was truly no idol baggage left in their sleeping postures.

Tong Liya lay in a "big" shape, her full chest rising and falling with her breathing.

Liu Shishi lay on the pillow, her two round, long legs dangling in mid-air, swaying alternately.

Guli Nazha lay on her side, her silk nightgown slipping to the root of her thighs, revealing a large area of alluring snow-white skin.

The dignified and elegant fairy-like aura from the daytime had long since flown to the nine heavens.

Now, they were like three lazy and alluring little Persian cats, exuding a deadly, pure yet seductive aura.

Exquisite makeup and gorgeous dresses were indeed powerful tools for boosting one's aura.

But the price behind it was extreme physical exhaustion.

After wearing tight clothing and sky-high heels all day, once they relaxed, all their bones felt like they were falling apart.

"Hubby~ My soles are cramping~"

"Hubby~ My calves are so sore~"

"Hubby~ Everything hurts, I need hubby to massage it to feel better~"

The three women looked at Lin Chen eagerly, their beautiful, nation-toppling faces full of pity and grievance, their delicate, sweet endings drawn out long.

However, they couldn't hold the act of feigning pity for more than three seconds before they burst into laughter, rolling into a ball on the bed.

Lin Chen shook his head helplessly; these fairies, if they didn't act up for a day, their skin would itch.

He pulled over a soft chair and sat by the bed.

Tong Liya very consciously stretched out a pair of jade feet.

Lin Chen grasped her delicate ankle with his large hand and began to skillfully press and massage the acupoints.

Tong Liya's feet were born extremely beautiful, small and exquisite, with smooth lines.

The skin on the instep was so white that the blue veins could be seen, and the soles of her feet showed a healthy pink.

Her ten round and full toes were painted with alluring cherry-red nail polish, which looked even more tempting against the contrast of her fair skin.

"Hubby, what are we eating tonight? The director just shouted downstairs, saying they aren't providing ready-made dinner tonight, only ingredients, and told us to fend for ourselves."

Liu Shishi picked up a washed nectarine from the fruit plate by the bedside.

She took a small bite herself, chewing until the juice overflowed, and then stuffed the rest directly to Lin Chen's mouth.

Lin Chen opened his mouth to take a big bite of the nectarine, and while kneading Tong Liya's feet, he said casually: "How about stewing some pig trotters for collagen tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Shishi wrinkled her little face in disgust and shook her head like a rattle-drum:

"I won't eat that. I saw them at the vegetable market today; those pig trotters were black and small, dry and full of bones, they looked malnourished at first glance."

Hearing this, Tong Liya raised her other foot and kicked Liu Shishi's smooth, tender thigh lightly, retorting grumpily: "You're the one who is black! Every part of your body is black!"

"Bullshit! This is called cold white skin, okay! Besides your hair and eyeballs, find me a place on my body that is black!" Liu Shishi immediately bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"You little girl is black-hearted! Get away from me, don't infect me!"

"Dare to scold me? Hurry up and kneel down to beg for mercy, call me a good sister, and I will forgive your rudeness just now!"

"Hubby, handle her! She's acting crazy again! Make her get off the bed!"

"Haha! Yaya, you're dead, this palace must execute family law on you today! Take my move, Monkey Steals the Peach!"

"Ouch! Where are you touching! Stop fooling around, hahahaha!"

Two top-tier beauties instantly wrestled into a ball on the waterbed, a glimpse of beauty revealed, and laughter could be heard endlessly.

Looking at their childish appearance of pecking at each other like elementary school students, who would believe that these were the cold and domineering A-list actresses from outside?

As the saying goes, a woman's IQ will degenerate in front of a man she truly loves and who can give her absolute security, and she will become like a little girl who never grows up.

The women in front of him had clearly brought this theory to the extreme.

Dinner was a communal meal prepared by the eight members of the Divas Hit the Road Group.

The Production Team really kept their word; the kitchen was full of ingredients, but there was no chef.

This time, Lin Chen rarely went down to flip the spatula himself.

He moved a small stool and sat at the kitchen entrance, turning into "Chef Lin the Mentor," fully responsible for using his mouth to direct.

The other seven people were all forced to the shelves, and each had to complete a dish independently.

This process was simply a large-scale disaster scene.

The best performer was Song Dandan.

The older generation of female artists all had some foundation in life, plus with Lin Chen, a master-level chef, pointing out the heat and seasoning ratio nearby, the braised fish made was comparable to a star-rated hotel level.

The others were uneven.

The most tragic was Song Zuer.

This little girl had been pampered since childhood, surrounded by stars, and had never lifted a finger.

Entering the kitchen, she couldn't even distinguish salt from MSG, and almost turned the sweet and sour pork ribs into dark cuisine.

Finally, under Lin Chen's hands-on rescue, she barely managed to serve a plate of tomato scrambled eggs that wasn't burnt.

What made people drop their jaws was Xiao Yueyue. This fatty could not only eat, but his Culinary Arts were actually quite decent.

A dish of authentic Beijing-style shredded pork with sauce was stir-fried quite well, drawing a burst of praise.

It seems the old saying "there is a God of Cooking living in every fat person" really has some truth to it.

Although the overall taste of this meal definitely couldn't compare to one made by Lin Chen himself, everyone ate it with extra sweetness.

After all, it was the fruit of their own labor, and eating it, it was full of participation and a sense of achievement.

"Hmm! Yaya, this sweet and sour pork rib of yours is good! Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the sweet and sour degree is just right. Teacher Lin must have given you private lessons at home often, right?"

Song Dandan spat out a bone and gave a thumbs up to Tong Liya sitting opposite.

Tong Liya smiled sweetly, her eyes flowing, and she couldn't help but secretly look at Lin Chen sitting beside her.

She tucked a strand of broken hair behind her ear, her tone carrying a bit of modesty and small happiness:

"Hubby has taught us a few times. However, we clumsy ones don't seem to have inherited his culinary talent. Clearly, the seasoning and heat were all according to what he said, but the taste produced was simply worlds apart from what hubby makes."

Guli Nazha also swallowed a mouthful of rice and sighed along:

"Actually, I used to hate cooking, and my head would hurt as soon as I entered the kitchen and smelled the cooking fumes. But since learning a few signature dishes from hubby, watching him eat happily, I suddenly feel that cooking is also quite interesting."

Lei Jiayin nodded with deep understanding: "This thing is just like studying; what you fear is not finding the way in. Just like when I was in high school, I failed math every time in the first year of high school, and I wanted to die as soon as I went to math class."

"As a result, in the second year of high school, I don't know which nerve was connected correctly, but I suddenly got the hang of it. Later, every time I solved a big problem, the sense of achievement was indescribable."

"Then how much did you score in math in the college entrance examination that year?"

Liu Shishi held a small bowl of rice, blinking her big eyes, looking at Lei Jiayin with a pure and harmless face.

Lei Jiayin's smile on his face instantly solidified, and his whole face wrinkled into a bitter melon.

He looked at Liu Shishi as if looking at a monster: "Why are you digging up old wounds, you girl! Just eat your meal! Can't even your meal block your mouth!"

"Hahahaha!" A burst of ruthless ridicule erupted in the restaurant.

After being full and satisfied, everyone cleaned up the kitchen and returned to their rooms to lie down for a while.