24: Chapter 24 Two Top Female Stars Are So Craving They're Like Kittens

Days on set were quite dull, but life with the Film Crew was not exactly boring.

Hundreds of people gathered in a foreign place, men and women of all ages mixed together, seeing each other every day; naturally, all sorts of gossip and friction were inevitable.

On the surface, the Film Crew was harmonious, with no major incidents.

Except for Li Qingfeng and Yang Lihua, who nitpicked Lin Chen every single day.

Especially Yang Lihua; every time he bumped into Lin Chen, his eyes were filled with intense resentment.

It was as if Lin Chen had dug up his ancestors' graves or stolen his wife.

Lin Chen possessed Grandmaster-level Qi Cultivation and had sharp senses, so he naturally felt this hostility.

But he couldn't be bothered to pay it any mind.

Even money couldn't make everyone like you, so he cared even less about the thoughts of a few flies.

As long as they didn't actively seek death, he would just pretend not to see them.

Every weekend, the Film Crew would organize dinners to help everyone bond.

The entertainment industry had a strict hierarchy.

The lead actors huddled together, the supporting actors made do, and the extras could only go to roadside stalls.

Today happened to be a day off.

Actors and behind-the-scenes staff all went out to find restaurants.

The three lead actors, Li Qingfeng, Yang Lihua, and Guan Dawei, gathered at a barbecue stall to drink in sullen silence.

Before coming, Yang Lihua had specifically called to invite Yang Mi and Dilraba.

On the phone, Dilraba's tone was perfunctory, saying that the two girls were trying to lose weight to maintain their figures, so they absolutely would not eat dinner and certainly wouldn't go out.

Yang Lihua was full of disappointment and was just about to press the hang-up button.

Suddenly, a sweet, coquettish cry from Dilraba came through the receiver.

"Oh, my good Lin Chen! When can we eat? I'm almost drooling, I'm dying of craving!"

The voice was cute and flirtatious, sparking the imagination.

It was like a bolt of lightning on a clear day.

Yang Lihua stiffened, the muscles on his face instantly contorting together.

In his mind, the lewd cries he had heard in the tent flashed vividly.

"Damn it!"

He cursed angrily, then slammed the newly bought Apple phone in his hand onto the ground, smashing it to pieces.

...

Hotel Room 8807.

The two stunning actresses who had claimed on the phone that they were fasting to lose weight were now sitting comfortably cross-legged on the large bed.

A low desk was set up between them, with a bubbling mandarin duck hot pot placed on it, surrounded by all kinds of fresh beef and vegetables.

Lin Chen pulled over a chair and sat alone across from the desk.

The red oil broth in the pot was bubbling away.

Lin Chen skillfully used a slotted spoon to scoop out the cooked marbled beef and divided it into three dipping sauce bowls.

It had been sunny in the morning, but the weather changed in the afternoon; a light, drizzling rain was falling outside the window.

A cool, damp breeze blew in through the window gap, taking away the stuffiness of the room.

Eating a hot, steaming hot pot indoors on a rainy day was truly the ultimate enjoyment on earth.

"For a top-tier hot pot, four points are crucial: the base, the seasoning, the ingredients, and the control of the heat when cooking the meat."

Lin Chen began to impart his secrets while dropping freshly sliced beef into the boiling red oil pot.

"The base and seasonings were re-blended by me using commercially available products; time was tight, so it's just passable. The ingredients are all supermarket goods, and the quality is quite average."

"In this situation, the last point becomes especially important. If you cook the meat too long, it becomes tough; if too short, the flavor doesn't penetrate. It all depends on the skill of one's hands."

Yang Mi and Dilraba rested their chins on their hands, their watery peach-blossom eyes filled with admiration.

The two stunning actresses were like little hungry kittens waiting for their master to feed them.

Once Lin Chen placed the freshly cooked beef into their bowls, they immediately lowered their heads and eagerly stuffed it into their rosy little mouths.

Before eating this meal, they hadn't thought there was any technical skill to eating hot pot at all.

Who hadn't eaten hot pot?

Wasn't it just tossing raw meat into boiling water, cooking it, scooping it out, and dipping it in sauce?

It wasn't until the piping hot, tender beef touched their taste buds, with the melt-in-the-mouth, savory sensation rushing straight to their brains, that they were completely convinced.

So, even cooking meat was a profound art!

Dilraba's little mouth was stuffed full, oil stains covering her pink, rosy lips.

Her chopsticks didn't stop, but her left hand reached out two fair, slender fingers in grievance, waving them in the air as she mumbled indistinctly: "It's over, eating so well every day, I'll gain two pounds as soon as I step on the scale!"

Yang Mi rolled her eyes charmingly and retorted coquettishly: "Can you be a bit more mindful? Mentioning weight while eating, you've ruined my great appetite."

Dilraba stuck out her tongue, constantly gasping from the spice.

She loved spicy food but couldn't handle intense spice.

Fortunately, Lin Chen took special care of her, rinsing the beef he gave her in plain water to remove the layer of red oil.

"Lin Chen, how exactly did you train to get this good?"

Yang Mi swallowed the food in her mouth and stared at the man opposite her with curious eyes: "You're only twenty, your Culinary Arts are heaven-defying, you can write divine songs, and you even understand Medical Arts—isn't that just unreasonable?"

Lin Chen replied indifferently: "If I said I learned it all from reading books in a bookstore, you certainly wouldn't believe me; just assume I was born with it."

Yang Mi picked up her water glass, took a sip, and nodded: "Got it, a peerless genius."

"But speaking of Medical Arts..."

Lin Chen changed the subject, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the two beauties: "Both of your bodies have issues."

Dilraba was startled, and even the chopsticks in her hand stopped: "We're sick? No way!"

Lin Chen retorted: "Did you two buy a VIP membership in front of the King of Hell? Why can't you get sick?"

Dilraba was left speechless by the retort and could only pout in sullen anger.

"What illness do we have?" Yang Mi felt uneasy.

She had witnessed Lin Chen's miraculous foot massage and knew that this man's Medical Arts were unfathomable.

Lin Chen said with certainty: "Deficiency of both Qi and blood, menstrual irregularities."

Yang Mi's beautiful eyes widened instantly, and her stunning face flushed red to the roots of her ears.

Deficiency of Qi and blood was one thing, but how did he figure out something as private as menstrual irregularities?

The two of them hadn't even reached their time of the month yet!

Lin Chen extended two fingers and placed them directly on Yang Mi's wrist.

His fingertips pressed against her delicate, smooth skin, feeling the pulse.

After checking her pulse, Lin Chen withdrew his hand: "Traditional Chinese Medicine emphasizes looking, listening, asking, and feeling the pulse. You two often suffer from cold limbs, chest tightness, and shortness of breath; these are all typical symptoms of Qi deficiency."

The two beauties were confused, but seeing Lin Chen's professional and steady demeanor, they felt it must be impressive even if they didn't understand it.

"So, the heat-relieving soup you've been brewing for us every night is actually medicine?" Dilraba asked, her little mouth wide open in surprise.

Lin Chen nodded: "It's food therapy."

The two women exchanged a look, and a sweet, warm current surged in their hearts simultaneously.

Although this man had a vicious tongue, his behind-the-scenes thoughtfulness was meticulous.

After a full meal, the leftovers were left on the table.

Yang Mi and Dilraba, with great tacit understanding, leaned back, both collapsing onto the large, soft bed.

Lying lazily after being stuffed, this feeling was simply heavenly.

"Sitting for a long time without moving after a meal will cause fat to accumulate on your stomach, making it very easy to get fat."

Just as the two women were crossing their fair, long legs and humming in comfort, Lin Chen's voice drifted into their ears.

"Ah!"

Hearing the word "fat," the two stunning beauties sprang up from the bed.

The two screamed and scrambled to the sink, fighting to wash the dishes and pots.

Lin Chen didn't join in the fun; he stood up and walked to the window.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier.

Pea-sized raindrops hit the glass, splashing into fine sprays of water.

After washing the dishes, Yang Mi and Dilraba didn't return to their own rooms.

These past few days, whenever they finished work, they spent all their spare time in Lin Chen's room, only leaving to bathe or sleep.

"This cool breeze feels so comfortable!"

Dilraba rummaged through the mini-fridge and found two popsicles.

She handed one to Lin Chen and opened one for herself.

Yang Mi squeezed out a dollop of milky white hand cream and applied it evenly to her jade-like hands.

"It's only a little past five in the afternoon, want to find some entertainment?" Yang Mi suggested.

Dilraba took a bite of her popsicle and turned back to ask: "Teacher Lin, are you not going to make her practice singing today?"

Yang Mi slightly lifted her fair chin, looking proud: "This young lady's ability has already reached the pinnacle; practicing more won't change much. I'll just find my state when I enter the studio to record."

These words were originally used by Lin Chen to tease her yesterday.

It meant she was untalented, and practicing to this point was already her limit.

As a result, in Yang Mi's words, it directly turned into her strength being explosive and needing no more practice.

After being crushed by Lin Chen's vicious tongue over the past few days, Yang Mi's mental resilience was already as solid as a rock.

She had figured it out: why compete with such a pervert who possessed Grandmaster-level skills?

As long as she didn't compare herself to him, she was actually performing quite excellently!

"What shall we play?"

"Play cards!"

"I'll go get the deck, I have a brand new one in my room!"

Dilraba scurried back to her room to get the playing cards.

The two beauties kicked off their slippers and sat cross-legged directly on the large bed.

They placed a cushion in the middle and turned to shout toward the window: "Lin Chen, come over and play with us!"

Lin Chen supported himself on the windowsill with both hands, feeling the Grandmaster-level Qi Cultivation circulating endlessly within his body, and didn't turn his head: "You guys play, I won't participate."

Yang Mi furrowed her delicate brows: "Can you not be such a killjoy? How can two people play?"

"Yeah, it's no fun if it's just us two," Dilraba chimed in.

Lin Chen turned around, his deep eyes sweeping over the two women's hot figures, and said in a flat tone: "If I join, it will be even less fun for you."

"What do you mean by that?" The two women exchanged a look, their faces full of confusion.

Lin Chen put his hands in his pockets: "You can't beat me at all; losing every round, how boring would that be?"

"Oh my! This is completely treating us like we don't exist!"

"That's way too arrogant! Do you know that we two are the famous female gambling gods of Hengdian World Studios!"