9: Chapter 9: Two Beauties Dress Up and Go Supermarket! A Heartwarming Trio Outing!

After washing the kitchenware, Lin Chen wiped his hands with a towel and turned back to order the two beauties: "Bring out all the ingredients. Tonight, I'll show you what top-tier Culinary Arts are."

Yang Mi shook her head: "I only have diet snacks in my room. Reba probably has some; she's a foodie."

Dilraba immediately rummaged through her cabinets, and soon piled a table full of supplies.

Yogurt, frozen mini wontons, mini cream cakes, chocolate, apples, dried red dates, half a bag of rice...

Lin Chen glanced at the junk on the table, his mouth twitching: "So, are we having stir-fried yogurt with red dates, plus a pot of chocolate-mixed rice tonight?"

Yang Mi and Dilraba's eyes lit up simultaneously, their faces full of anticipation.

"I've never had it prepared that way!"

"Is this some kind of secret cuisine?"

"Eat my foot!"

Lin Chen had black lines on his forehead and immediately scolded them: "Can this pile of trash even be called ingredients? Do you want me to make some dark cuisine and poison you both?!"

Yang Mi changed her expression at light speed, immediately leaned over to Lin Chen, and poked Dilraba's forehead with her finger: "And you call yourself a foodie every day? At the critical moment, you can't even produce a single vegetable."

Dilraba was so aggrieved she was about to cry: "I usually just use boiling water to make instant noodles. I can't exactly open a fresh produce market in a Film Crew hotel, can I!"

Lin Chen took out his phone and glanced at the screen; it wasn't even seven in the evening yet.

"I'll just go out and buy some groceries. What do you want to eat tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Dilraba's beautiful big eyes lit up, and her full bosom perked up: "I'm going too! I haven't been to a supermarket in months!"

Lin Chen turned to look at Yang Mi.

Yang Mi nodded: "Sure, let's go take a look together."

The two said they needed to change their clothes and told Lin Chen to wait in the hallway.

Lin Chen had assumed that female celebrities would take at least a few hours to get ready, but unexpectedly, after only twenty minutes, both doors opened.

In all fairness, this speed was truly lightning fast.

Dilraba had changed into a pair of super-short denim hot pants, paired with a pair of flat canvas shoes.

Her pair of smooth, long legs were set off to look straight, slender, fair, and rounded.

Her upper body was a tight cartoon white T-shirt, with the hem tucked completely into her waistband.

She already had a large chest and a slim waist; this outfit completely highlighted her slender, wasp-like waist that one could grasp in one hand.

She had a baseball cap on her head, and her mask was pulled down to her snow-white chin, exuding a youthful allure.

Yang Mi was wearing a semi-transparent white gauze skirt that just covered her knees.

On her feet, she wore strappy sandals, with her ten crystal-clear toes painted with provocative red nail polish.

The gauze material was extremely thin, and as she walked, the contours of her slender, beautiful legs could be vaguely seen inside.

She wore a wide sun hat, and her mask was also pulled down to her chin.

"Wow! The breeze outside feels so comfortable!"

Once they reached downstairs, Dilraba rushed out of the hotel lobby as if she were letting loose.

The night breeze was cool, and the three of them didn't call a Film Crew car, choosing to stroll on foot instead.

The three chatted and flirted all the way to a nearby large supermarket.

It was agreed that they could pick whatever they wanted tonight; Lin Chen was responsible for pushing the shopping cart, while the two beauties went on a wild shopping spree in the aisles.

Before long, the cart was piled into a small mountain.

Various fresh meats, vegetables, and fruits—as long as they caught their eyes, the two threw everything into the cart.

"My two ladies, please stop. We're just making dinner, not fleeing from a famine. Are we buying enough to last until next year?"

Seeing them about to grab more, Lin Chen hurriedly spoke up to stop them.

Yang Mi and Dilraba were amused.

Dilraba wiggled her alluring peach-shaped buttocks: "What are you afraid of? There's a double-door refrigerator in the room; if we can't finish it, we'll just stuff it all in."

Lin Chen shook his head: "Frozen ingredients lose their texture. The supermarket is just a few steps away; it's freshest to buy as we eat."

Although the two women hadn't had their fill of shopping, they agreed it made sense and obediently stopped to go pay.

After leaving the entrance, the three carried two giant shopping bags.

Lin Chen walked in the middle, holding one side of each bag with his hands.

Yang Mi and Dilraba walked on either side, helping to carry the handles on the other side.

The night was deep, and the dim yellow streetlights stretched the shadows of the three people out long.

This scene actually exuded a hint of the cozy feeling of a young couple living their daily lives.

...

Returning to Room 8807.

Lin Chen cleared the desk, spread out a disposable tablecloth, and set up the newly bought pots, bowls, and ladles.

There were only the three of them in the room.

Dilraba was tired from shopping, kicked off her shoes, and lay directly on the big bed to play on her phone.

Her perky, rounded buttocks were stuck high up in the air, with the edges of her shorts digging into her flesh, looking incredibly alluring.

Lin Chen had his back to the bed, focusing on processing the ingredients he had just bought.

Yang Mi sat on the edge of the bed, her long legs crossed, listlessly fiddling with the sun hat in her hands.

Seeing Lin Chen busy with great enthusiasm, she stood up, walked lightly to Lin Chen's back, and just opened her red lips to ask if he needed any help.

Just at that moment, Lin Chen happened to turn around suddenly.

His right elbow jabbed violently backward, hitting perfectly and seamlessly into Yang Mi's neckline, sinking deeply into a mass of huge, tender flesh.

"Mmm..."

An indescribable, astonishing elasticity instantly enveloped Lin Chen's elbow.

Yang Mi was caught off guard, and a delicate, muffled groan escaped her mouth uncontrollably.

She retreated two steps as if electrocuted, her stunningly beautiful face instantly blushing to the roots of her ears, her watery peach-blossom eyes wide open, staring intently at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen was also dumbfounded, still maintaining his turning posture.

He marveled inwardly at how well-endowed this woman was, but on the surface, he feigned embarrassment and explained: "I... I wanted to get a piece of ginger. I didn't notice you were behind me. Sorry."

Yang Mi shot him a fierce glare and didn't say a word.

Blushing, she squatted down, fished out a large piece of ginger from the plastic bag, and threw it at Lin Chen's forehead.

Lin Chen was quick-handed and caught the ginger steadily.

Dilraba on the bed heard the commotion, turned over, and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, my hand slipped."

Yang Mi guiltily covered it up, walked back to the bedside blushing, and sat down.

After the small interlude, Lin Chen said nothing and completely entered his cooking mode.

His master-level Culinary Arts made cooking no longer just a simple matter of filling one's stomach, but a top-tier artistic creation.

As soon as he stood in front of the stove, his entire demeanor became incredibly focused and devoted.

Just like it said in the movie "The God of Cookery," as long as you put your heart into it, anyone can be a God of Cookery.

The difference between a master and an ordinary chef lies entirely in their state of mind.

Slowly, the sense of focus radiating from Lin Chen infected the two women in the room.

They unconsciously lowered their voices and eventually fell completely silent.

The two big stars held their breath, staring fixedly at Lin Chen.

It was as if they weren't watching someone stir-fry, but rather enjoying a live performance by a top-tier artistic master; every movement of flipping the spoon and tossing the wok was fluid, natural, and pleasing to the eye.

Before long, several steaming home-cooked dishes were finished, and the white rice was also brought to the table.

There weren't enough chairs in the room.

Yang Mi and Dilraba sat side-by-side on the edge of the bed.

Lin Chen pulled over a chair and sat opposite the table.

The three immediately picked up their chopsticks.

"Wow! This meat is amazing!"

"This fish is so fresh, I can't taste even a hint of fishiness!"

"And the tofu just melts in the mouth!"

The two big stars completely disregarded their image, stuffing their faces while incoherently praising the food like crazy.

Lin Chen held his rice bowl, a satisfied smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

The most satisfying moment for a chef is seeing the diners gobble up the food.

They devoured everything like a whirlwind.

The plates on the table were soon licked clean.

Yang Mi, who had been dieting year-round to maintain her figure, had eaten a bowl and a half of rice tonight.

Dilraba had eaten even more, finishing two big bowls, and was now sprawled on the bed, burping continuously.

"I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore; my belly is going to burst."

Dilraba made a bitter face, her little hands constantly rubbing her stuffed belly, looking conflicted: "Lin Chen, please, make it taste worse next time! If I eat this much, how am I supposed to wear my tight-fitting costume!"