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Chapter 15 Where the hell is my pancake?!

Emperor Ming'en's words were astonishing, leaving the old green tea expert Zheng Yun momentarily speechless, unsure how to respond...

The others had strange expressions, and their gazes towards Shen Ming'en were filled with undisguised dislike, making the atmosphere extremely awkward. The recording of their usual friendly dinner party, where everyone was giving each other face, was ruined before it even started, as Shen Ming'en had already taken control of their destiny.

This forced the production team to start their own dinner party early, with staff even serving hot pot...

But to everyone's surprise, just as the dishes were being served, Shen Ming'en stood up and headed towards the kitchen, leaving the staff bewildered: "Teacher Ming'en, where are you going?"

"I'll cook." Shen Ming'en didn't even glance at him, took out the fresh shrimp he bought yesterday from the refrigerator, and said bluntly, "I'm afraid your production team will poison me."

staff member:"……"

Everyone looked extremely embarrassed.

In their eyes, Shen Mingen's emotional intelligence was terrifyingly low. He showed no respect for the guests or the production team, and completely disregarded the fact that they were recording a show. It was simply too much.

Why should Shen Ming'en care about their feelings?
He's completely fallen out with the production team, everyone on the internet knows that, so why is he still pretending to be all friendly?
is that useful?
Even if the production team is all smiles and friendly, they won't treat him well. They'll still treat him differently. Yesterday they were eager to give him a wedding, but today they're serving him hot pot.
Are you kidding me?

A bunch of idiots, you think you can just hate me now? You think you're so great?
Who cares about eating with you guys...?

"Let's... let's eat, haha..." Feng Yucan tried to smooth things over, and everyone gave him face, so the hot pot dinner began.

The food was just a little awkward...

After all, without Shen Ming'en at the dinner table, even if they occasionally started a conversation, the humming of the range hood and the sound of Shen Ming'en chopping vegetables coming from the kitchen next door always made them uneasy and their expressions strange.

Not long after, Yao Shuli, who was not used to this kind of gathering atmosphere and could not eat the greasy hot pot, stood up and took the initiative to say that she had to leave...

Once she started it, the others naturally couldn't eat anymore, and the hot pot meal ended before they even touched it.

"I really am..." The executive director who was in charge of the daily recording and planned this dinner party was completely numb, thinking to himself that Shen Ming'en was really a troublemaker!

None of the footage I recorded today is usable!
It's worth mentioning that while they were feeling awkward, Shen Ming'en seemed quite relaxed and at ease...

He kneaded some dough, rolled it into two thin sheets, spread a layer of prepared chive filling on one of the sheets, cracked an egg on top, then spread the other sheet on top, stacked them up, pinched the edges, and then put them in the pan to cook. In no time, the fragrant chive pancakes were ready.

To be honest, the chive pancakes tasted really good. At the time, Yao Shuli's nutritionist was also in the kitchen preparing a nutritious meal for her. When the meal was ready, Yao Shuli and her assistant came to pick it up and happened to see Shen Ming'en's chive pancakes coming out of the pan.

Yao Shuli's nutritionist made her a vegetable salad, pan-fried two chicken breasts, and served it with a small bowl of brown rice. The colors were quite vibrant, but as for the taste... well...

It tastes good, but it has no flavor.
"Is this all you're going to eat?"

The chive pancake was cut into four pieces. Shen Ming'en, with one piece in his mouth, gestured towards the pancake on the cutting board while preparing the shrimp: "Want a piece?"

The fragrant chive pancakes are fresh out of the pan; the aroma of flour and chives mingles and fills the entire kitchen, making anyone's mouth water...

Yao Shuli, who had become numb from giving up carbs, felt her mouth water uncontrollably at the mere smell of that aroma. Her smooth neck twitched slightly, and the action of swallowing was all too obvious.

"What?! This is all..." Before she could even open her mouth, her assistant, Luo Luo, waved her hand and said, "Our Ah Li would never eat such strong-smelling things. You should eat less of these too; they're bad for your throat, you know?" Onions, ginger, garlic, chives, garlic... these things have a pungent smell and irritate the throat. Eating too much of them can damage your voice. As a celebrity, you need to pay attention to your image. Eating these things will leave a bad taste in your mouth and easily give others a bad impression...

Therefore, professional singers rarely eat these things.

Shen Ming'en didn't even glance at her, said "pretentious~" and turned back to making his own stir-fried shrimp.

Yao Shuli opened her mouth, and for a moment a look of "grievance" flashed across her cool and aloof face. In the end, she stubbornly withdrew her hand and let her assistant take her "nutritious meal" to eat.

As they walked, her assistant kept telling her, "Sister Li, you really should stay away from that guy. Look at what he's eating, and his breath alone could kill someone..."

Yao Shuli ignored her assistant's words, only glancing back at the chopped chive pancakes on Shen Mingen's kitchen cutting board with obvious reluctance.

After finishing his meal, Shen Ming'en went to study on his tablet, putting the competition and all that behind him. Right now, nothing was more important than getting ashore...

Before we knew it, it was evening.

Shen Ming'en stood up, stretched, and went outside. He realized that night had already fallen, and he immediately felt that time was flying by and he couldn't waste any more time...

"Go out and get some exercise." Although it was already evening, Shen Ming'en had eaten a lot at noon and hadn't moved much all day, so he felt like he was rusting.

As night fell, it got a bit chilly on Dongshan Mountain near the sea. Shen Ming'en put on a down jacket and walked all the way to the top of the mountain.

Behind me lies the vast ocean, and in front of me, I can see the brightly lit city, with countless lights scattered throughout, giving rise to a feeling of peace and prosperity.

Shen Ming'en arrived at a very opportune time. A few kilometers east of the resort hotel was a harbor, and several ships happened to pass by the lighthouse near the harbor. Children from the mainland rarely get to see this sight, so he simply found a rock, sat down, and watched for a while.

"Eh?"

Gazing at the myriad lights, Shen Ming'en's eyes suddenly lit up. The darkness... the lights... weren't they connected?

Got it! Now we know what we'll be singing this episode!

Emperor Ming En laughed heartily. Perhaps it was because his mind had become clearer, but Shen Ming En, who came downstairs, also felt much more refreshed. He felt completely emptied after squatting down on the toilet, and his little slutty stomach rumbled.

I still have some leftover chive pancakes from lunch, so I've put them in the fridge in the kitchen to reheat...

Hungry after coming down the mountain, Shen Ming'en went straight to the restaurant kitchen halfway up the mountain. However, after opening the double-door refrigerator in the kitchen, he found that a plate of unfinished chive pancakes that had been placed on the refrigerator had disappeared.

Late at night, in the kitchen of the production crew's restaurant, came Hajime's utterly hopeless screams:

"Where the hell is my pancake?!"

……

(End of this chapter)