67: Chapter 67 Female Celebrity Shows Off Two Large Bowls Regardless of Image

"Brother Lin, can we start eating?"

Song Zuer quietly licked her lips with her little tongue, her big eyes glued to the noodle bowl; she looked like she wanted to bury her face right into it.

Lin Chen chuckled, "Eat up. I made it to fill your stomachs. If food can't be eaten, it's just for show."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony!"

"Wow! This is so savory!"

"This soup is absolutely incredible; I feel like my tongue is about to melt from the flavor."

"Slurp, slurp..."

For a moment, the entire campsite was filled only with the sound of furiously slurping noodles.

The seven guests gathered around the table, heads down, devouring the food like a storm.

This gluttonous way of eating, as if they were starving ghosts reincarnated, drove the netizens in the live stream crazy.

"Are they acting? This is definitely acting! How can a bowl of lousy noodles be this exaggerated? ... Okay, fine, I won't pretend anymore. The instant noodles in my hand suddenly don't taste good anymore."

"You unfilial son, releasing this kind of 'poison' early in the morning—do you have any humanity left!"

"It looks so appetizing; I'm officially jealous of everyone there."

"Husband Lin Chen, I want to eat too. Can you cook for me for the rest of your life?"

Soon, the entire pot of wild delicacy noodles was wiped clean by the members of the Divas Hit the Road Group, not even a drop of soup base remained.

This left the Production Team members, who were standing on the side swallowing their saliva, deeply disappointed.

When they ate the whole lamb last night, they at least managed to get a few bites.

They had originally thought that since the guests couldn't finish it, they might be able to pick up the leftovers and taste the skills of a master chef, but the Divas Hit the Road Group was too ruthless.

The four women—Tong Liya, Liu Shishi, Guli Nazha, and Song Zuer—who usually try to maintain their figures, each polished off two big bowls today.

As for Lei Jiayin and Yue Yunpeng, those two hopeless carnivores, they each swept away four whole bowls of noodles; it would be a miracle if there was anything left.

After eating and drinking their fill, the young girls diligently ran to the riverside to wash the dishes.

Song Dandan grabbed Lin Chen's arm, her expression incredibly solemn.

"Lin Chen, I am speaking to you very seriously right now. I want to become your apprentice. From this moment on, you are my master, you hear me, Teacher Lin."

Lin Chen couldn't help but laugh: "Sister Dandan, I already said just now, we can exchange pointers, but let's skip the 'Teacher' title. It's too awkward."

Song Dandan glared: "What's so awkward about it? The one who knows more is the teacher. With your culinary skills, you are more than qualified to be my master. It's settled, Teacher Lin!"

"From now on, I will follow you to learn your skills. After the show finishes filming and we return to Beijing, I will hold a proper apprenticeship ceremony for you with gongs and drums."

"Teacher Lin! Teacher Lin! Count me in too!"

Lei Jiayin wiped the grease off his mouth messily with a tissue and leaned in with his big face.

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow at him: "What's up, Brother Lei, do you want to learn to cook too?"

Lei Jiayin puffed out his chest righteously: "That's not it. I plan to be the 'Chief Tasting Disciple' of our sect."

"Get lost."

"Don't be like that, Teacher Lin. Think about it—good cooking needs someone to appreciate it, right? If a dish is cooked perfectly, without someone with a good tongue to give an objective evaluation, how can you improve? Take me in now; I'm an absolute genius in this regard."

"Teacher Lin, don't listen to Leizi's nonsense."

Yue Yunpeng squeezed over while picking his teeth, pushed Lei Jiayin aside, and said dismissively, "When it comes to eating, I haven't been impressed by anyone in my life. If we're talking about tasting, it has to be me."

Lei Jiayin looked at him with disdain: "Look at how fat you've become, and you're still thinking about eating all day. Taking you out is just a disgrace to our sect."

"My fat is my advantage, okay! This just proves that Teacher Lin's cooking can nourish people; I'm a living advertisement!"

"Go away, go find somewhere cool to stay."

Before they had even entered the sect, the two of them were already bickering, causing everyone around them to burst into laughter.

Song Dandan turned her head and looked at Song Zuer, who was watching the fun from the side: "Little girl, aren't you planning to learn a few tricks from Teacher Lin?"

Song Zuer raised her fair little fist, her big eyes curving into crescents, and smiled mischievously: "I don't want to be any apprentice. My goal is much bigger; I want to be your master's wife."

As soon as these words were spoken, the laughter at the scene grew even louder.

However, amidst the dense laughter, the smiles on the faces of the three women standing slightly further away—Tong Liya, Liu Shishi, and Guli Nazha—seemed to become a little strained, and their eyes were a bit unfocused.

After a bout of joking and playing, the sun had fully risen.

Everyone began to work on their own, packing up the camping gear.

Sleeping bags, tents, and various daily supplies were loaded onto the Production Team's pickup truck one after another.

The Divas Hit the Road Group's grassland journey was about to set off again.

...

Just like yesterday, the lead car was still the one with Lei Jiayin and the others, leading the way slowly in front.

Lin Chen's car carried the four of them.

Just as the car was about to start, Tong Liya suddenly leaned over from the back seat and said to Lin Chen, who was driving: "Lin Chen, could you switch places with Shishi? My stomach started hurting again, and rubbing it myself has no effect. Can you come to the back and rub it for me?"

Liu Shishi turned her little face, looking concerned: "Yaya, what's wrong?"

Tong Liya knitted her willow-leaf eyebrows, clutching her lower abdomen, and groaned: "My period is here; it hurts like hell."

Guli Nazha, sitting in the passenger seat, looked surprised: "Brother Lin can treat this too?"

"Yeah, he was the one who massaged it better for me last night; it was really effective."

Hearing this, Guli Nazha and Liu Shishi exchanged a glance; their eyes became somewhat subtle, and they both pursed their lips.

Lin Chen turned his head to look back: "Is it really that painful?"

Tong Liya nodded repeatedly, pretending to be pitiful: "Yeah, it hurts a lot."

Lin Chen didn't think much of it, simply pushed the car door open, got out, opened the back door, and greeted Liu Shishi: "Shishi, you drive for a while."

"Oh, okay." Liu Shishi obediently got out of the car and stepped into the driver's seat.

He reached the back seat.

Just as Lin Chen reached out, intending to massage her through her clothes, he didn't expect Tong Liya to be faster.

She yanked open the hem of her windbreaker, lifted her tight-fitting undershirt, and directly revealed her flat, fair belly.

Then, she grabbed Lin Chen's long, slender hand and pressed it directly onto the smooth, delicate skin of her lower abdomen, then pulled her jacket over to cover it.

Lin Chen's palm felt that strange smoothness and warmth, and his heart fluttered slightly.

With his Grandmaster-level medical skills, this kind of massage didn't require direct skin contact at all; doing it through clothes wouldn't affect it at all.

However, since a beautiful woman was offering such a benefit—serving herself up on a platter—he naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to refuse.

Lin Chen's warm palm pressed against her tender, smooth skin, and he began to move it in slow circles; the car cabin fell quiet for a moment.

In the front, Liu Shishi stared straight ahead, driving quite steadily, keeping a close distance behind Lei Jiayin and the others' taillights.

Guli Nazha in the passenger seat seemed a bit annoyed.

She simply kicked off the sneakers under her white pants, revealing a pair of delicate feet encased in thin, nude-colored stockings, and propped them brazenly on the dashboard.

She sank into the seat, watching the grassland flashing by outside the window with a blank expression.

In the back, Tong Liya lay half-reclined against the seat back, closing her beautiful eyes, looking as if she were resting, but in reality, her little heart was already in a chaotic panic.

Tong Liya dug her nails into her palms, breaking out in a cold sweat from nervousness.

In fact, her stomach didn't hurt at all; it was all an act.

She didn't even know what had gotten into her just now. The moment she saw Lin Chen helping Guli Nazha adjust her seat, she felt a surge of jealousy, and impulsively made up such a lie.

But now that she had calmed down, she began to regret it.

What if Lin Chen found out she was lying?

Men probably hate vixens who are full of lies, right?

It shouldn't be, right? Only she knows if it hurts or not. He's not a doctor, so how could he tell?