60: Chapter 60: Three Goddesses Go Weak at the Same Time!

The authentic roasted whole lamb from the grasslands left the members of the tour group feeling thoroughly satisfied.

But for the millions of netizens watching the livestream in front of their screens, this was pure, unadulterated torture.

"Flaunting such delicious food in the middle of the night, Teacher Lin, you are not human!"

"Teacher Lin! I am a loyal student in your VIP driving school class, can't you show even a little bit of camaraderie? You start off by tempting me with grilled lamb chops!"

"I just lay down in bed getting ready to sleep, and you show me this mouth-watering grilled meat? Do you want to starve your own father to death?"

"It's definitely all just an act. They're all big stars, usually putting on airs; how good could a piece of lousy lamb be?"

"Teacher Lin, I just got my C1 driver's license! For the sake of a fellow 'old driver,' could you just toss me a bone to gnaw on?"

"Unbelievable, the grandmaster of driving is actually a master chef too. This skill is killer."

The comments section was filled with a chorus of wails.

Yet everyone could only stare at their screens and swallow their saliva frantically.

Half a lamb was quickly devoured like a whirlwind sweeping away clouds.

Song Dandan took charge and distributed the remaining bones and scraps of meat to the accompanying cameramen and the Film Crew.

After eating and drinking their fill, everyone worked together to clean up the greasy tablecloth and the pots and pans.

Lin Chen removed the iron rack used for roasting the lamb and added a bundle of dry firewood onto the glowing red charcoal underneath.

Before long, the charcoal fire flared up into a blazing, bright bonfire.

The group sat down around the bonfire once again.

The leaping flames cast a red glow on everyone's faces.

Lin Chen sat at the northernmost side.

As soon as he sat cross-legged, Liu Shishi leaned over, her soft body slumping directly against Lin Chen, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

Tong Liya, on his left, was also pressed very close.

She whispered into Lin Chen's ear, her willow-like waist going soft as she snuggled up against him.

Her long, fair legs were crossed casually, and she draped her snow-white arms directly onto Lin Chen's knees.

Of the nominal family of four, only Guli Nazha was left sitting cross-legged all by herself next to Tong Liya.

She pouted her little lips, her peach-blossom eyes glancing sourly in Lin Chen's direction from time to time.

"This night view is truly beautiful. I never dreamed that filming a lousy variety show could lead to such an enjoyable journey."

Song Dandan tilted her head back, looking at the deep night sky, and sighed, "I've lost count of how many years it's been since I've seen stars this bright."

Night had long since fallen.

Tonight, the weather was perfect, without a single cloud in the sky.

The moonlight, as clear as water, and the stars filling the sky shone in mutual brilliance, dazzling and eye-catching.

"Ever since I went to Beijing to make a living, I haven't looked up at the stars. I'm a country boy; when I was a kid, my family was dirt poor, we didn't even have a black-and-white TV. On summer nights, I would either play hide-and-seek on the threshing ground or crawl into my grandmother's arms, listening to her tell the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl over and over again."

Yue Yunpeng hugged his thick, chubby legs, and a rare expression of deep nostalgia appeared on his comical, chubby face.

"Where are the Cowherd and Weaver Girl stars?" Song Zuer tilted her head, looking curiously all over the sky.

Song Dandan pointed up at the sky, "They're the two brightest ones up there."

At this moment, Uncle Bayar's eldest son suddenly held up a wine bowl and rattled off a string of Mongolian to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen smiled and shook his head repeatedly.

Tong Liya curiously leaned her lips toward Lin Chen's ear, her breath sweet like orchids, "What is he saying?"

"He wants to challenge me to a drinking contest, it's the unique way Mongolian men express their hospitality." Lin Chen translated casually.

Lei Jiayin chimed in from the side, "Then go for it! Drink up! Don't lose face for our Divas Hit the Road Group. If you're a man, don't be a coward."

Lin Chen glanced at him, his tone very calm, "Are you out of your mind? Challenging a Mongolian man to a drinking contest? Do you believe that even Bayar's four-year-old grandson could drink you under the table!"

"Hahahaha!"

The crowd burst into laughter that seemed to overturn the night sky.

Although Bayar's family couldn't understand Mandarin, they joined in with the others, grinning from ear to ear.

Before long, Bayar's youngest son stood up, cleared his throat, and said a few words.

Lin Chen smiled and clapped his hands, turning to everyone, "Harileng wants to sing for us to add to the fun."

"Wow!"

"Welcome! Sing one!"

Several big stars clapped their hands happily to show their support.

Harileng ran back to his horse and took down a vintage-looking horse-head fiddle.

After sitting down cross-legged, he began to play and sing at the top of his lungs.

Although he was Singing in pure Mongolian and no one except Lin Chen could understand the lyrics.

But the emotions of music are universal.

Before the leaping bonfire, regardless of language, everyone swayed their bodies to the melodious tune, clapping to keep the beat.

Harileng clearly hadn't received professional vocal training.

But he possessed the pure, innate genes of the Singing and dancing nomadic people.

This song was sung with such vastness and desolation that it struck straight to the heart.

After the song finished, everyone applauded and cheered wildly.

Song Dandan slapped her thigh and suggested, "Harileng has warmed up the atmosphere, we can't just sit here like mutes. We must return the favor. Who from our side is going to perform?"

Everyone's gaze turned simultaneously toward Tong Liya and Guli Nazha.

Both of them were from ethnic minorities and had grown up in an environment where Singing and dancing were second nature.

Tong Liya quickly waved her hands and laughed coquettishly, "Nazar and I only have amateur skills; we wouldn't be able to perform back home. I don't have the nerve to show off in front of true Mongolian friends; that would be too embarrassing."

Song Zuer immediately jumped in, "Brother Lin Chen, you go! I haven't had enough of the magic tricks you performed during the day!"

"Right! Lin Chen, do one!"

"Do one!"

Everyone followed suit, egging him on. Lin Chen smiled faintly and did not refuse.

He stood up and walked over to Harileng.

Not only did he take the horse-head fiddle from his hands, but he also exchanged a few sentences in fluent Mongolian.

Harileng and Bayar's family were full of surprise after hearing this.

Bayar's eldest son once again held up the large wineskin filled with potent mare's milk wine and handed it over.

This time, Lin Chen did not decline.

He took the heavy wineskin, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp directly into his mouth.

The milky-white, potent liquor flowed down his well-defined chin, wetting the collar of his shirt.

Lin Chen wiped it away with the back of his hand, a movement that did not look messy at all, but instead exuded a wild, heroic, and purely masculine charm.

This scene made the hearts of Tong Liya, Liu Shishi, and Guli Nazha race.

Their stunning eyes sparkled with brilliance, and their legs subconsciously tightened a little.

"What did you talk to them about just now?" Tong Liya asked, staring at him with her moist eyes.

"I told them I wanted to return the favor with a song."

"Ah? What are you going to sing?"

"'the wild goose'."

Lin Chen returned to his spot, sat cross-legged, and held the vintage horse-head fiddle horizontally in his arms.

Lei Jiayin widened his eyes, "You even know how to play this thing?"

Lin Chen didn't say anything.

He lowered his head slightly, his slender fingers sliding directly across the strings.

A desolate, vast, and infinitely sorrowful melody instantly tore through the night sky.

The noisy bonfire side instantly fell into a dead silence.

Everyone involuntarily held their breath, quietly watching Lin Chen, whose body swayed amidst the firelight.

It was as if only the sound of crackling firewood and the sad music of the fiddle remained between heaven and earth.

"the wild goose, in the sky, flying in rows."

"The river flows long, the autumn grass turns yellow, the sound of the fiddle on the grasslands is sorrowful."

"the wild goose, heading south, flying over the reed marshes."

"The sky is vast, where is the wild goose heading, in my heart is my northern hometown."

"The sky is vast, where is the wild goose heading, in my heart is my northern hometown."

"Drink the wine dry, then fill it up again, tonight we won't return until we're drunk!"

Lin Chen's usual voice was clear and gentle.

But at this moment, with the support of his Grandmaster-level Singing, his voice became incomparably raspy and world-weary, exuding a sense of profound weight born from life's experiences.

When he sang the last line, "Drink the wine dry, then fill it up again, tonight we won't return until we're drunk," the emotion was pushed to its absolute limit.

The intensely piercing sense of sorrow made everyone's scalp tingle, and they shivered as if they had been struck by electricity.