66: Chapter 66 The Highest Level of Pretending to Be Serious

"Sister Dandan, leave the work of preparing the meal to me."

As Lin Chen said this, he walked over to the side of the small creek.

He pressed the mud-covered fat rabbit directly into the cool creek water, rubbing it vigorously with his large palms.

Song Dandan waved her hand hurriedly: "It's fine, it's fine, I'm not tired. How much effort does it take to make some noodles?"

Lin Chen tossed out a sentence without looking back: "It's not that I'm afraid you're tired, it's mainly that I don't trust your Culinary Arts."

"Hey! My temper is flaring!"

Song Dandan laughed in exasperation, put her hands on her hips, turned her head, and complained to Tong Liya, Liu Shishi, and Guli Nazha: "Is this man of yours even okay? Is he this lawless at home usually? He doesn't give his elders any face at all, does he!"

The three girls were amused; some held their stomachs while laughing, others shook their heads repeatedly, and the campsite was filled with joy.

"Why do you keep pressing it into the water? Don't go and kill it."

Tong Liya laughed for a while, then moved her long legs over to Lin Chen's side and crouched down.

She carried the faint scent of the morning, and whispered a reminder in Lin Chen's ear.

After all, they were filming a show. Killing for food was acceptable, but if it involved animal abuse, the internet trolls and self-righteous hypocrites wouldn't let such a black mark slide.

"Giving this guy a bath. Once it's clean, I'll let you all hold it and play with it later." Lin Chen's hands moved deftly, and he answered without raising his head.

Tong Liya was stunned for a moment.

Her earlier complaints vanished, and her heart suddenly felt sweet.

She stood up and tilted her chin proudly at Song Dandan: "Sister Dandan, look, our Lin Chen is actually very attentive. He just has a sharp tongue, typical of someone with a knife-sharp mouth but a tofu heart."

Song Dandan shook her head with a chuckle.

Lin Chen roughly scrubbed the mud and sand off the rabbit, then stuffed the wrung-out rabbit into Tong Liya's arms like he was holding a dirty rag.

Afterward, he washed his hands and walked toward the open-air stove temporarily set up by the Production Team.

Song Dandan invited herself over, standing by his side with a smile: "I know you, Chef Lin, have superb Culinary Arts, so I'm here to steal a few tricks. You don't mind, right?"

Lin Chen straightened his expression and began to posture seriously: "How could I mind? At my level of cooking, the focus is on teaching without discrimination. If I were to hide things, it would be too petty. As long as everyone is willing to learn, I will never hold back."

Song Dandan laughed and scolded: "You kid, your ability to boast about yourself is also at a master level, but your level of enlightenment is indeed quite high."

Lin Chen chuckled, too lazy to dwell on it.

After all, possessing the Culinary Arts rewarded by the system, he was indeed a bona fide max-level expert in this regard.

"Whether these noodles taste good or not depends thirty percent on the noodles and seventy percent on the soup."

Lin Chen straightened out the cutting board while deftly scooping white flour from the flour bag.

"Noodles must be smooth, chewy, and have a good bite. To achieve this effect, mixing the dough is key. The flour prepared by the Production Team is average, so I have to make up for the texture with my technique."

Lin Chen piled the flour into a small mountain on the cutting board, turned his hand back to create a depression in the center, and the flour pile immediately turned into a flat bird's nest shape.

He poured in an appropriate amount of clear water, and with his fingers flying, he began to knead the dough.

In just a moment, the scattered flour was kneaded into a smooth and pliable dough.

Song Dandan had originally only intended to watch the fun, but seeing Lin Chen's fluid, cloud-like movements, her eyes gradually revealed a look of amazement.

This technique couldn't possibly be practiced without decades of experience in pastry making.

"Little Lin, how do you knead this dough? Why does it feel like it's coming to life in your hands?" Song Dandan couldn't help but ask humbly.

Lin Chen explained while using wrist strength: "Regarding mixing dough, the ratio of water to flour depends on fate, because the water absorption of each batch of flour is different."

"You knead until the surface of the dough reflects light, feels like a woman's skin, soft but firm, and bounces back when pinched—only then is it qualified. There are no shortcuts here; it all comes from experience."

Song Dandan nodded repeatedly, listening as intently as an elementary school student.

By now, not only Song Dandan, but even Tong Liya, Liu Shishi, and Guli Nazha had gathered around.

Because of the blessing of his master-level ability, Lin Chen's words were profound yet simple, humorous, and witty, carrying a magic that made people immerse themselves.

Even Song Zuer, who had the least contact with housework, had moved a small stool to sit nearby, resting her chin in her hands and listening with great interest.

At the same time, in Lin Chen's official live stream room.

With the morning traffic picking up, the number of online viewers in the live stream skyrocketed, directly breaking the 1.7 million mark, tying for first place with the always highly popular Liu Shishi.

Although the number of viewers seemed similar to other artists, one look at the number and refresh frequency of the bullet comments made the difference clear.

The sum of all bullet comments for the other seven guests couldn't even equal a fraction of Lin Chen's.

The public screen of the live stream was as lively as the New Year.

Everyone loved seeing this authentic state of Lin Chen, who didn't put on airs or pander to fans.

Even if he didn't look at the camera, the netizens could entertain themselves.

"Hahahaha, Leizi really knows how to eat; he catches a rabbit and immediately thinks about how to cook it."

"True, the romance of a steel-straight man; it can drive people to death."

"Everyone stand up, Teacher Lin has started seriously posturing again."

"It's over, if I don't watch this rebellious son posture for a day, I feel like ants are crawling all over me."

"Holy crap, I'm guilty. I'm actually watching a grown man knead dough for half an hour early in the morning, and I'm finding it super satisfying."

"I grew up eating takeout, yet I actually feel a sense of fulfillment listening to this. Does Brother Lin know magic?"

"Don't say it, Brother Lin's posture while kneading dough and the muscle lines on his arms are just top-tier!"

"Waiting for Tong Liya to divorce in a year; I've already brought my household registration book."

"Teacher Lin is mine; all you flashy sluts in front, get out of the way!"

Lin Chen chattered in front of the stove for half an hour, and the members of the Divas Hit the Road Group listened obediently for half an hour.

No one felt bored.

On the contrary, watching the dough transform into fine, uniform hand-pulled noodles in Lin Chen's hands, everyone felt their hands itching, wishing they could go up and knead a few times themselves.

However, this urge to try was soon blown away by the aroma that followed.

Lin Chen ladled the rich wild mushroom soup, which had been brewed thoroughly, over the hand-pulled noodles that had just been cooked and rinsed in cold water.

The white, crystal-clear noodles were distinct in the bowl, and the mountain delicacy soup was clear yet incredibly fragrant.

That pure, fresh aroma instantly spread through the morning breeze on the grassland.

"Gurgle..."

Someone's stomach in the crowd made a muffled sound.

But no one had the heart to laugh at anyone else, because everyone present was secreting saliva crazily, secretly swallowing.

It was too tempting.

The big stars, who were used to eating delicacies in the entertainment industry, had all turned into hungry kittens waiting to be fed.

Even before tasting it, just based on the appearance and the aroma drilling into their nostrils, they knew this bowl of noodles was absolutely a human delicacy.

This was truly the pinnacle of color, aroma, and taste.