173: Chapter 173 Five Goddesses' Dumpling-Making Mishap

Under Lin Chen's professional guidance, the recording process for Yang Mi's song "Fruit of Midsummer" went unexpectedly smoothly.

The overall emotional tone had been firmly grasped, leaving only a few minor pronunciation flaws for Lin Chen to fine-tune and fix at the mixing console.

For Lin Chen, who possessed master-level musical attainments, this was simply an act of overkill.

After re-recording a few times to fill in some details, this highly difficult slow song by Yang Mi was declared a complete success.

The time it took was surprisingly even shorter than that of the arrogant little fairy, Dilraba, just a moment ago.

Of course, if one were to compare this speed horizontally with the average level of the entire Chinese music scene, the speed at which these two women produced the track this afternoon could definitely be called "lightning fast."

If it were other professional singers entering the studio to record a single, they would at least dawdle for a day or two, even if they were in a good state.

If they encountered a producer who obsessed over details, recording a song for ten days or half a month would be a common occurrence.

This wasn't just a matter of opening one's mouth to sing; it was a delicate and exhausting job.

The reason Yang Mi and Dilraba could finish work at lightning speed as if they were cheating wasn't because their singing skills had reached the pinnacle.

It was purely because there was a perverted-level cheater sitting behind the mixing console—Lin Chen.

His control over musical emotion and his understanding of music theory were too precise.

He knew where the soul of the song lay and could use the most accessible language to guide these two women to quickly get into the zone.

With this strongest king leading them, it would be hard for these two bronze players not to reach god-tier status.

After handling his wife's song, Lin Chen took the remaining time to clear the backlog of old debts he owed his fans.

"the wild goose," "exploring qingshui river," "Sheng Man Man," "Rare Characters," and the newly released "Flying Far Away" from today.

For him, these five songs were easy, all recorded in one take with lossless pitch correction.

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By the time the family pushed the door out of the recording studio, the sun was just setting.

It was just past six in the evening.

"Husband, where are we going for a big meal tonight?"

Returning to Yang Mi's private office, Dilraba walked restlessly behind Lin Chen, who was resting on the sofa.

Her soft arms affectionately wrapped around his neck, her chin resting on his shoulder as she asked coquettishly.

Not far away at the desk, Boss Yang was clattering away at the keyboard.

She was personally handling the upload of the master audio recorded today to major music platforms, preparing for a full-network release.

The nuclear-level family photo from this morning had already pushed their family's popularity to a boiling point.

Right now, gossip-hungry netizens and fans across the web were keeping an eye on their updates.

Taking advantage of this wave of massive free traffic to release a new song, she even saved the money on buying hot searches and publicity; the capitalist Boss Yang's calculations were clicking away loudly.

"How to eat dinner is up to you sisters. Do you want to go out to a restaurant, or do you want to go back to the apartment and have me cook for you?"

Lin Chen sat on the large sofa, which could be described as having "one on each arm."

His left hand rested casually on Tong Liya's rounded, fragrant shoulders, while his right arm held Guli Nazha's slender waist.

As for Liu Shishi, this girl simply squatted on the carpet without any image, resting her chin on Lin Chen's knees, looking at him with eager eyes like a kitten begging to be petted.

The five exquisite fairies of the Lin family had become increasingly clingy these past few days.

It was as if they had been glued to Lin Chen with superglue.

As long as these five women were present, there would absolutely be no vacuum zone within half a meter of Lin Chen.

Even when he just went to the restroom, Dilraba had to follow him like a little tail and guard outside the door.

"I don't want to go out and eat that cold restaurant food, I want to go home and eat! Husband, you haven't cooked your signature dishes for your little baby for several days, I'm craving them so much."

Dilraba rubbed her little head frantically into the crook of Lin Chen's neck, like a greedy little pig.

Lin Chen rolled his eyes in annoyance and reached out to flick her clean forehead: "You little ingrate, can you be a bit more conscientious when you speak? That luxurious breakfast at the villa this morning, was it made by a ghost for you to eat?"

"Ah? Did I eat this morning? Oh my, why do I have absolutely no memory of that?" Dilraba blinked those innocent big eyes, pretending to have amnesia in an attempt to get away with being cute.

Tong Liya covered her mouth and chuckled, suggesting: "Husband, why don't we go home and make dumplings tonight? As the saying goes, nothing beats dumplings. Everyone can pitch in, chat while wrapping, it'll have such a great atmosphere."

Guli Nazha immediately raised her hand in agreement: "That's a great idea! I learned how to roll dumpling wrappers from my mom before, and my technique is top-notch. I'll take on the job of rolling the wrappers! But the technical work of kneading the dough is something I can't do, so you'll have to step in, Husband."

Lin Chen nodded readily: "No problem, then we'll make dumplings. Reba, go ask Boss Yang if she's done with her work? Once she's finished, we'll head out."

"Yes, sir! Officer!"

Dilraba stood straight instantly, puffing out her chest that made it hard for people to look away, and gave a not-so-standard military salute with a serious face.

Then she trotted with small steps to Yang Mi's desk.

"Report, Big Sister! Our family's Supreme Commander asked me to ask you, is your official business done? If not, hurry up, the whole family is waiting to go home and make dumplings!"

Yang Mi was hitting the enter key to confirm the upload, not even lifting her head: "It's sent. You can get lost!"

"Yes, sir! Offi... Husband! Yang Mi is telling me to get lost again!"

Yang Mi closed her laptop, got up and walked behind Dilraba, and slapped her firm, perky butt without hesitation.

She laughed and scolded: "You little brat, can you have some backbone? Besides running to Husband to tattle, what other skills do you have?"

"I can also help you push your butt! Hahahaha!"

As soon as Dilraba's bold words came out, Yang Mi's habitually cold and beautiful face instantly flushed to the roots of her ears.

Uncontrollable images of the absurd, face-reddening scenes in the apartment's master bedroom last night flooded her mind.

"You brat! You're asking for it, aren't you! See if I don't tear your mouth apart today!"

Yang Mi was both ashamed and angry, and chased after her in her high heels.

She directly pinned Dilraba to the sofa and unleashed a deadly "tickle attack."

"Hahaha! Big Sister, I was wrong! Hahaha... help me..."

After leaving the company, the family of six first went to a nearby large high-end supermarket for a sweep.

They bought the freshest pork belly, chives, shrimp, and other ingredients, then returned to the apartment fully loaded, ready to show off their skills in making dumplings.

In the kitchen, Lin Chen took charge without hesitation.

Preparing the secret, incredibly fresh dumpling filling, and the dough-kneading work that tested hand strength and water ratio the most—these two high-difficulty technical tasks had to be handled by him, the head chef.

As for the five female celebrities who usually didn't touch the kitchen, their tasks were very simple: only responsible for rolling wrappers and wrapping.

But the facts quickly proved that one must never overestimate the hands-on ability of these female celebrities in the kitchen.

Making dumplings, watching others pinch them into shape on TV, seems simple enough.

But when it actually got into their own hands, it became a car accident scene.

The dumpling wrapper rolling part was barely passable.

Guli Nazha really wasn't bragging; the wrappers she rolled, although varying in size, were at least decent, and the thickness was fairly even.

But when it came to the wrapping part... the scene was simply too tragic to look at, painful to the eyes to the extreme.

Although these five women were radiant in front of the camera, they were completely helpless when facing a soft piece of dough and a lump of meat filling.

Although they were trying very hard to pinch, the finished products were really not something to be complimented.

Even more ridiculously, some didn't even seal the edges properly, and the meat filling squeezed directly out of the seams.

Anyway, not a single one looked like a proper dumpling.

"Stop, stop, stop! My grandmothers, what kind of things are you wrapping? If these things go into the boiling pot later, they will definitely turn into a pot of skin-and-meat-separated meatball mush in minutes!"

Lin Chen stood behind Dilraba, watching the tragic dough lump in her hand, feeling a headache.

Dilraba didn't think there was anything wrong at all.

She held her fair little hands flat, holding that deformed dough lump in her palm as if it were some rare treasure, and retorted righteously:

"Husband, your aesthetic is too rigid! Don't you think it looks very cute? This is my original limited edition 'Jade Rabbit Welcomes Spring' dumpling! It breaks the monotonous shape of traditional dumplings, look at these long ears, how creative!"

Lin Chen held his forehead in pain.

This damn thing is just a lump of dough that wasn't pinched shut, and you call this a rabbit?!

He suppressed the urge to complain and turned to look at Liu Shishi standing next to him.

He saw Liu Shishi also holding a dough ball of an equally strange shape, without even ears.

Lin Chen sighed and pointed at the thing in her hand, asking: "Don't tell me, this thing in your hand is also some original little rabbit dumpling?"