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"The food is almost ready." Wei Ying stood by the stove, cleared away the firewood, and turned the fire down to a simmer.

He glanced at the other stove, preparing a four-dish meal with soup. Construction site meals didn't need to be fancy; the key was to ensure the workers were well-fed and had the energy to work.

"Stir-fried green peppers with pork, eggplant with garlic sauce, Kung Pao chicken, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a seaweed and egg drop soup." He quickly decided on the menu.

He brought over the twelve "cooks" who had been eliminated earlier to help out, washing, preparing, and chopping vegetables. After all, he couldn't handle cooking for hundreds of people by himself.

"Look! The streamer is about to cook; the real test is here!"

"What a huge pot! This pot is as big as ten of my pots!"

"I suspect the streamer can't even mix the seasonings properly when cooking for dozens of people at once."

"If the streamer cooks rice so well, her stir-fries must be pretty good too, right?"

Hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live stream were glued to Wei Ying, eager to see what he was really capable of. Many keyboard warriors had already placed their hands on their keyboards, ready to hurl insults at any moment.

"Heat the pan, heat the oil." Wei Ying stood in front of the stove, waited for the pan to reach the right temperature, and poured in half a bucket of oil.

As the oil temperature rose, steam began to rise. He held his hand about ten centimeters above the noodles for a moment to sense the temperature, then decisively poured in the prepared ingredients such as scallions, ginger, and garlic.

The oil in the pan immediately began to steam, and a small flame ignited it, sending flames shooting up more than a meter high with a "boom".

"Holy crap! The pot's on fire!"

"Does the streamer not know how to cook? The oil in the pan is on fire!"

"Quickly add water to put out the fire! A half-full bucket of oil might explode!"

"What the hell are you doing, adding water?! Are you trying to kill the streamer already?"

"At this point, you should cover the pot with a lid and let it simmer. The fire will go out, but the food will definitely be ruined."

The live chat exploded with comments offering advice on how to extinguish the fire. However, Wei Ying stood in front of the pot, staring at the meter-high flames, completely unmoved.

After silently counting a few seconds, he grabbed a large bowl of main ingredients from the side, poured it into the fire, and at the same time picked up a large spatula and quickly stir-fried it along the side of the pot.

Under his manipulation, the flames split into four streams, resembling several fire dragons, creating a spectacular scene.

"Isn't this courting death? Playing with fire instead of putting it out?"

"Wait! The fire's gone down! Look, the fire's out!"

"What's the principle behind it? It just burns out while you're cooking it?"

"Don't make a fuss! The oil in the pan needs to reach its ignition point to catch fire. The anchor added food and used a special stir-frying method to lower the temperature, so the fire naturally went out."

That New Oriental netizen popped up again to offer an explanation.

This method of stir-frying in a large pot allows the ingredients to absorb flavors quickly, reduces the time spent over an open flame, prevents the food from burning, and shortens the cooking time.

With the heat of the fire blazing, the first dish was freshly cooked. Throughout the entire process, Wei Ying appeared calm and composed, handling everything with ease.

At this point, many viewers realized that Wei Ying might actually be able to cook.

An hour later, it was lunchtime.

Wei Ying successfully prepared four dishes and a soup for several hundred people and set them up in the temporary canteen at the construction site.

"Dinner's ready!"

Upon hearing the sound, the workers put down their work and jogged towards the canteen.

At this moment, the air is filled not only with the aroma of rice, but also with the rich fragrance of vegetables, which whets people's appetites and doubles their hunger.

Two minutes later, two long lines formed outside the temporary canteen as workers took turns getting their meals.

"Rice on the left, vegetables on the right, four dishes and a soup, bring more if needed," Wei Ying said, standing at the front.

The twelve eliminated "cooks" were standing behind Wei Ying, serving food to the workers.

Ten minutes later, all two hundred people had gotten their food and squatted down to eat in the open space next to them.

The conditions on the construction site were rudimentary; there were no fancy meals, and sitting on the ground was the norm.

"The cooking process was quite flashy, but my assessment is that she still needs to practice!"

"I've been staring at it for ages, and I still can't even handle the pot properly. Is it even going to work?"

"Whether it's delicious or not, you can tell by what the workers say."

"That's right, practice is the sole criterion for testing truth; empty gestures are useless!"

In the live stream, netizens started pointing fingers again. In their opinion, no matter how skilled Wei Ying was at cooking, it was all just superficial; whether the food was good or not could only be known by tasting it.

"Look! The workers are eating!"

The audience stared intently at the scene, their eyes fixed on the group of workers in the open space, eager to see what they would say about today's food feast, and whether their expressions showed enjoyment or pain.

However, as they looked around, they gradually realized something was wrong.

The workers, each with a bowl and chopsticks in hand, were working furiously with their heads down. They shoveled food away rapidly, wolfing it down, all in complete silence.

On the construction site, all that could be heard was the slurping sound of people eating.

A few minutes later, a burly man with bare chest stood up first and walked towards Wei Ying.

He filled another bowl with rice, added several large spoonfuls of vegetables, then found a corner to squat down and continued to bury his head in his food.

"Holy crap! Give me a review! I can't see any facial expressions, so how do I know if it's delicious or not?"

"Was he a reincarnated starving ghost? He finished so much in just a few minutes?"

"This fighting power is terrifying. Compared to this, the school cafeteria is too civilized."

"Another one stood up and went to get food."

In the live stream, viewers witnessed a massive, fast-eating spectacle. A meal was finished in five minutes, followed by getting up to get more rice, then returning to squat down and continue eating.

He was completely focused throughout the entire process, without uttering a single unnecessary word.

Half an hour later, the food in the temporary canteen was completely devoured, not even the soup was left, all gone in a flash.

"Terrifying! I didn't know eating at a construction site was this scary. I'm really afraid they'll get so caught up in their food that they'll bite the streamer too."

"That can't be the reason. Look, all the food the streamer made is gone, there's nothing left!"

"How can they taste anything when they eat so fast?"

"How delicious is it? It looks so good it makes my mouth water! This is even better than those mukbang videos!"

Although the workers didn't offer a single comment, their actions spoke volumes. If the food wasn't good, they wouldn't have finished several bowls and cleared out all the dishes.

They watched the live stream the whole time. Wei Ying had prepared enough for 400 people, but it was all eaten up, not a single bite was left.

This was the first time they had ever seen people so frantically fighting over food from a communal pot, like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

Outside the construction site, inside a black van.

Zhou Zheng and several police officers huddled together watching Wei Ying's live stream, and the sound of them swallowing their saliva could be heard throughout the car.

"It smells so good." Unlike other netizens, they were very close to the construction site and could clearly smell the aroma of the food wafting over.

Seeing the workers scrambling for food made my stomach rumble.

"Old Chen, when will your takeout arrive?" Zhou Zheng frowned and looked at an old police officer next to him.

In order to keep watch, they have been eating in their cars these days, relying entirely on takeout.

"Two minutes left."

Upon hearing this, the other officers subconsciously touched their stomachs. Even though it was only lunchtime, they felt unusually hungry. Those two minutes felt like an eternity.