7: Chapter 7 Can a handsome guy really do whatever he wants?

After lunch.

Lin Chen told the two stunning beauties, "It's my first time in Hengdian World Studios, so I plan to head out for a stroll this afternoon."

Yang Mi nodded in agreement.

They were only responsible for keeping an eye on him; they didn't intend to keep Lin Chen tethered to their side.

"Do you need us to accompany you?"

Lin Chen shook his head. "No need. You've been in the car all morning; go back to your room and rest."

Yang Mi reminded him, "Be safe. If you run into any paparazzi or reporters, ignore them."

After finishing their conversation, the two went upstairs to rest.

Lin Chen walked out of the hotel alone and strolled toward the Movie and Television City.

Hengdian World Studios was extremely famous.

In his previous life, the number of anti-Japanese war dramas filmed here was as numerous as the hairs on an ox.

The internet was full of jokes saying that the total number of "devils" who died in Hengdian World Studios each year could circle the Earth three times.

All sorts of random films and TV dramas were shot on location here.

The Movie and Television City was massive; it would take four or five days to see everything.

Lin Chen just took a walk around the Palace of Emperor Qin.

On the way, he ran into a few young female tourists.

They were captivated by Lin Chen's heaven-defying handsome face, thinking they had encountered some newly debuted top-tier male star, and approached him with blushing faces to ask for a photo.

Lin Chen didn't correct them; he put his arm around the tourists' shoulders and cooperated for a few photos.

After leaving the Movie and Television City, Lin Chen walked into the bustling city center.

Decades ago, this was a rundown town, and the entire city's economy was driven solely by film production.

He found a Xinhua Bookstore and headed straight for the cooking books section.

Having slept all night, his depleted spirit had long since recovered to its peak state.

He couldn't wait to see what kind of different thrill the system would bring if he leveled up his Culinary Arts even further.

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"Ding! Mastered 'Manchu-Han Imperial Feast,' experience +45."

"Ding! Mastered 'Comprehensive Guide to the Eight Great Cuisines,' experience +42."

"Ding! Mastered 'The Art of Wheaten Foods'..."

Lin Chen pulled the cookbooks off the shelf one by one and touched them.

This time he slowed down, constantly paying attention to the activity in his mind.

He didn't want to pass out again.

Falling on his own bed was fine, but if he collapsed right in the middle of a bookstore in front of everyone, it would be incredibly embarrassing.

After touching the seventh book, the system panel popped up.

[Universal System]

[Host]: Lin Chen

[Skill]: Culinary Arts (Master-level, 11/10,000). You have become a top-tier divine chef, capable of cooking every delicacy in the world.

This breakthrough was very different from before.

Instead of cooking experience being forced into his mind, he gained an indescribable and wonderful insight.

This feeling was called passion.

Before reaching top-tier Culinary Arts, he at most liked cooking.

But liking something and having a passion for it are worlds apart.

Passion is the willingness to devote all one's energy.

Once a craft reaches the highest level, hard work alone is useless; it all depends on one's state of mind.

It's just like playing soccer; if you're forced to practice with a whip, you'll never become a star.

Only with passion from the bottom of your heart can you reach the pinnacle.

This principle applies to all walks of life.

Lin Chen closed his eyes and quietly experienced the change in his state of mind.

Then he glanced at the experience bar, which was a full ten thousand points, and curled his lips helplessly.

It was too exaggerated.

Even if he drained his spirit dry, he wouldn't be able to gather that much experience in a short time.

He could only grind it out slowly in the future.

Leaving the cooking section, he turned and dove into the shelves with books on women's beauty and skincare.

His spirit was still okay, and since he was already here, he might as well get more attribute points.

Looks and physique didn't have specific levels, only intuitive numbers.

He wasn't sure exactly how handsome he had become.

Regardless, the handsomer, the better.

By the time he had finished touching the seventeenth book on women's maintenance, he couldn't help but let out a long yawn.

Drowsiness surged, and knowing he had reached his limit, he walked straight out of the building.

As soon as he stepped out the door, countless burning gazes stared straight at him along the way.

They were all women.

Lin Chen thought to himself that the attribute points must be working again.

There were no mirrors on the street, so he couldn't tell exactly what kind of monstrously attractive appearance he had taken on.

Anyway, as long as he wasn't missing any limbs, it was fine.

The scorching sun was overhead.

Hengdian World Studios in June was like a steamer; there wasn't a breath of wind, and the heat was suffocating.

Lin Chen walked along the shade of the trees and slipped into a cold drink shop to buy an ice cream.

In just that short time, he fully realized how great it was to be handsome.

Just after he paid, several young and pretty girls pounced on him, blushing as they scrambled to ask for his WeChat and a photo.

One of the girls, wearing a low-cut tight camisole, was the boldest.

While taking the photo, she pressed her entire body against Lin Chen.

Lin Chen knew very well that as long as he nodded and suggested getting a room, these girls would follow him without hesitation and let him do whatever he wanted with them.

Being a handsome guy was simply exhilarating; one really could do whatever they wanted.

The old saying that a handsome man can get drunk just by drinking plain water was not a lie at all.

In the end, Lin Chen didn't take advantage of them; he just walked away under their lingering, thirsty gazes.

He technically had five top-tier wives now.

Going out to get a room would count as cheating.

If the paparazzi caught him and posted it online, he could just walk away unscathed, but Yang Mi and Dilraba would definitely be ruined.

Since he had taken their money, he had to have professional ethics and absolutely could not cause trouble for his beautiful bosses.

After finishing his cone, Lin Chen turned and entered a large appliance store.

He picked out an induction cooker, a frying pan, and a whole bunch of cooking gear.

He was like a peerless swordsman now, and the kitchenware he bought was his sword.

A swordsman feels an itch if he doesn't draw his sword; if Lin Chen didn't touch a stove for a few days, his palms would probably start to fester.

This was definitely a side effect of his Master-level cooking; he had completely fallen in love with the craft.

Besides, Lin Chen had his own plans.

He had asked around at noon and found out that Yang Mi and Dilraba relied entirely on dry boxed lunches at the film set.

When they returned to the hotel, they also ordered takeout.

Since he was receiving a hundred thousand yuan a month from them for his upkeep, he had to provide his bosses with some substantial satisfaction; otherwise, he wouldn't feel right taking the money.

He decided to take over all the meals for the two stunning beauties for the time being.

With his all-surpassing Master-level cooking, they would definitely get their hundred thousand yuan's worth.

Carrying bags of all sizes, Lin Chen walked back under the scorching sun.

The hotel where the Film Crew stayed was in the suburbs, at least five or six kilometers away.

The noon sun was brutal, and with dozens of pounds of iron pots and a stove in his hands, he was drenched in sweat before he had gone far, his legs feeling heavy as lead.

This feeling of weakness immediately gave him a sense of crisis.

The eight-pack abs and V-line provided by the system were purely decorative features from the character customization, good-looking but useless!

He had to find a way to learn a skill book that could improve his physical fitness.

If a man's body isn't up to par, having good looks is useless.