58: Chapter 58 Lin Chen's Road to Showing Off Has No End

Song Zuer furrowed her brows in anxiety: "What do we do? Are we not going to have roasted meat at our bonfire party tonight?"

Lei Jiayin wiped the sweat from his forehead: "We have no choice but to drive deeper and try our luck to see if we can run into someone who understands Mandarin."

Liu Shishi sighed: "What if the other herdsmen also don't understand us at all?"

The group looked completely deflated, like eggplants hit by frost.

It wasn't that they were dying of hunger, but the point of camping on the vast grasslands was to enjoy the experience; missing out on a main course like a whole roasted lamb would simply ruin the vibe.

It was like eating skewers at a roadside stall without an ice-cold draft beer—it just felt soulless.

"Did you have a plan all along?" Tong Liya's gaze never left Lin Chen.

Seeing his composed, indifferent demeanor, her watery, peach-blossom eyes instantly lit up.

Lin Chen let out a deliberate, long sigh and shook his head with an affected air: "I want to keep a low profile, but my strength simply won't allow it. Everyone step aside; Teacher Lin is going to give you a live demonstration today. With your amateur level, you still want to go on a road trip and have a feast? Looking at how tender you all are, you look more like a dish to be served."

Lin Chen walked past the crowd and straight up to the bewildered herdsman, rattling off a long string of strange syllables.

The herdsman was stunned at first, but then a look of ecstatic joy bloomed on his face, and he immediately responded warmly in the same accent.

The two communicated enthusiastically face-to-face, and in the end, the herdsman even laughed heartily and stepped forward to give Lin Chen a rough bear hug.

Tong Liya, Liu Shishi, and Guli Nazha, standing behind him, were completely dumbfounded.

Their cheap husband was actually proficient in such an obscure language?

The millions of internet trolls and haters in the live stream were equally shocked to their core.

"I'm completely confused. What language is this?"

"Same here, request for explanation. It feels even harder to pronounce than the English TEM-8."

"Native of Inner Mongolia here to explain. This is a pure Mongolian dialect. Authentic Mongolian is basically lost now, mixed with a lot of Chinese pronunciation. Teacher Lin's spoken language is definitely that of an expert."

"Teacher Lin's effortless showing off is the deadliest. Quick, everyone take notes!"

"From today on, besides watching Teacher Lin drive recklessly and make suggestive jokes, I love watching him act all serious while showing off and slapping faces even more."

"I want to be low-key, but my strength won't allow it. The golden quote of the year is born!"

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Lin Chen and the herdsman chatted warmly for a few more sentences.

The herdsman immediately turned, got on his horse, and galloped towards the vast flock of sheep covering the hills.

Tong Liya and the other beauties immediately gathered around, asking curiously like curious toddlers: "What were you two talking about just now?"

Lin Chen kept a straight face: "The uncle said I'm too handsome, and getting married this early is a total waste. If I were on their vast grasslands, with my physique and looks, I could easily marry five hundred wives."

"Pah! Shameless!"

Tong Liya and Liu Shishi both rolled their eyes in a charming way and spat out a playful rebuke.

Guli Nazha was more direct.

She jumped up from behind, wrapping her fair, tender arms around Lin Chen's neck, her long, shapely legs locked tightly around his waist.

She clung to Lin Chen like a koala, refusing to let go, her fair, delicate chin resting on his shoulder as she giggled.

Before long, the herdsman returned on horseback.

In his hand, he held a long lasso pole, with a fat, plump sheep firmly caught at the other end.

Lin Chen exchanged a few words with the herdsman and turned to Lei Jiayin: "A seventy-five jin pure Mongolia grassland sheep. The uncle is asking for two hundred yuan. Do you want it?"

"Holy crap! So cheap?" Lei Jiayin's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

At current market prices, two hundred yuan would barely buy a small lamb leg at the market.

He had a thousand yuan in his pocket as budget, and he was worried they might think it was too little.

To think he could buy a whole live sheep for two hundred yuan!

"Buy it, buy it, buy it! Only a fool wouldn't!"

Fearing the herdsman would change his mind, Lei Jiayin scrambled to pull out the cash and hand it over.

Lin Chen waved his hand: "It's not really selling for that cheap. This Uncle Bayar is hospitable by nature; this two hundred yuan is basically half-selling, half-giving, as he wants to make friends."

"Who is Bayar?" Guli Nazha, still hanging on Lin Chen's back, asked curiously, whispering into his ear.

"That's the uncle right in front of us."

Lin Chen resisted the astonishing softness coming from behind him and pried away Guli Nazha's fair, lotus-root-like arms that were wrapped around his neck.

He turned around and negotiated with the herdsman again.

This time, the herdsman waved his hands repeatedly, his face turning bright red, as if he were desperately trying to decline.

Lei Jiayin was sweating nervously: "Oh no, does the uncle regret selling it?"

Lin Chen shook his head and explained: "They gave us a huge discount, so we've really gotten a great deal. I was thinking we should just invite his whole family to the campsite tonight to have some roasted meat and a few drinks together."

Lei Jiayin slapped his thigh: "Absolutely! We can't take advantage of them and then act dumb."

Tong Liya and the other actresses also nodded in agreement. They were treating us with such hospitality, and reciprocity is the rule.

After much persuasion from Lin Chen, the herdsman finally shyly accepted the invitation.

The live sheep was slaughtered and bled directly in the herdsman's backyard.

It was all done by Lin Chen and the herdsman.

Lei Jiayin was clumsy and couldn't help at all, while the delicate actresses were even more terrified, hiding behind the car and not daring to even look.

After cleaning the internal organs, the uncle lent them a set of professional barbecue tools.

A thick iron rod pierced through the sheep's body, with both ends resting on an iron frame.

Stuffing everything into the trunk, Lin Chen agreed on a time and place to meet with the uncle, and the two cars headed back to the riverside campsite along the original route.

"Whoa! This sheep is quite plump! How much did it cost?"

Song Dandan and Yue Yunpeng came up to greet them, asking happily as they watched Lin Chen and Lei Jiayin lift the sheep out of the car.

Song Zuer acted like a little trumpet, recounting the whole process of buying the sheep with added flair, her eyes sparkling: "Brother Lin Chen is simply amazing! He spoke that gibberish of a foreign language so fluently; I couldn't understand a single word."

"Impressive!" Song Dandan gave Lin Chen a heartfelt thumbs-up.

This wasn't just politeness; she was completely won over.

When they first started recording the show, she only thought this young man was handsome.

But after spending just one day together, she discovered that Lin Chen was full of hidden depths, always having endless cards up his sleeve, and his temperament was calm and free-spirited—not at all like a twenty-year-old kid.

In an open space more than ten meters away from the tents.

Lin Chen led the two men to set up the grill.

Tong Liya led the beauties to add firewood under the rack.

Roasting a whole lamb looks rough, but in reality, it's all delicate work.

If the heat is too high, the outside will burn while the inside stays raw; if the heat is too low, the meat becomes dry and tough.

The timing of seasoning and the frequency of turning different parts are all key to testing one's Culinary Arts.

If it's off by even a fraction, the flavor will be halved.

In front of this craft, everyone present became useless.

Even Song Dandan, who prided herself on her good Culinary Arts, didn't dare to interfere.

Everything had to be handled by Lin Chen alone.

"You girls really have a sharp eye for men."

Song Dandan sat side-by-side with Tong Liya, Liu Shishi, and Guli Nazha by the clear stream.

Four pairs of legs of varying lengths, white and smooth, were soaking directly in the cool river water.

The hems of their shorts were pulled up to the tops of their thighs, revealing their alluring figures completely.

Song Dandan looked at Lin Chen, who was focused on roasting the meat not far away, and teased with a smile.

At this moment, Lin Chen was completely focused.

Every movement of turning the iron rod and sprinkling the seasoning was smooth and fluid.

It was as if he wasn't roasting a lamb in the smoke and fire, but completing a shocking and beautiful masterpiece, exuding a strange, masterful aesthetic.

Hearing the veteran's praise, Tong Liya, Liu Shishi, and Guli Nazha didn't say a word.

They only rested their fair, tender cheeks on their hands, and a proud, heartfelt smile unconsciously bloomed on their beautiful faces.