A washed-up celebrity on a dating reality show starts by forcibly kissing a young lady from the Beij

In the control room, Director Wang looked at Gu Yu's contorted face on the monitor and sighed.

"Dear guests, this is how the program is set up! Each house has different strengths and weaknesses! We hope to see interaction and mutual assistance among the guests! Seasonings, cookware, ingredients—these are all things that can be shared."

When Gu Yu heard these words, his facial features contorted!

When Yang Fan heard this, he glanced in the direction of the wooden house, looking unwilling.

Director Wang put down the walkie-talkie, looked at the monitor showing Chen Feng kneading dough, and shook his head.

His original idea was that the three groups of guests each had their own weaknesses, and they would interact by borrowing things from each other, creating a back-and-forth relationship that would strengthen their bond. This is a standard practice in dating reality shows.

But what he didn't expect was that Gu Yu and Yang Fan had such deep prejudices against Chen Feng.

She was so deeply troubled that she would rather go hungry than ask Chen Feng for help.

"This year's guests are not easy to manage."

Inside the container, Chen Feng was unaware of what was happening outside.

His attention was entirely focused on the dough.

The dough has been kneaded and is resting in the basin.

He covered the basin with a damp cloth to prevent the dough from drying out.

Jiang Jingyan was still peeling garlic.

She had already peeled seven or eight petals, and each petal was handled very carefully.

She neatly arranged the peeled garlic cloves in a small dish.

Chen Feng walked over, took a look, and smiled.

"You peeled it well," he said.

Jiang Jingyan looked up at him, her lips twitched slightly, but she didn't say anything and continued peeling off another petal.

Chen Feng took the half-peeled clove of garlic from her hand and demonstrated: "Like this, use the back of a knife to pound it, and the skin will loosen. You don't have to peel it layer by layer."

He picked up the kitchen knife, placed the back of the blade down, and gently tapped it.

The garlic clove split open, the skin and flesh separating, and with a pinch and a pull, the whole clove came out. The whole process took less than two seconds.

He put the peeled garlic cloves back into the dish and handed the knife to Jiang Jingyan.

"Want to give it a try?"

Jiang Jingyan took the knife and placed a clove of garlic on the cutting board.

She raised the knife, hesitated for a moment, and then, imitating Chen Feng, slapped it down with the back of the blade!

The garlic cloves were smashed, and the juice splattered out, landing on her fingers.

She frowned slightly.

"Well done," Chen Feng said with a smile.

"I'll go prepare the other seasonings."

He took another cutting board.

Start by chopping the scallions and preparing the sauce.

Every movement was fluid and natural.

Jiang Jingyan looked at Chen Feng, and her doubts began to resurface.

The information states that Chen Feng cannot cook.

But everything he does now proves that he not only knows how to do it, but does it very professionally.

Was the information wrong, or was he hiding it all along?

she does not know.

Jiang Jingyan picked up the second clove of garlic and, imitating Chen Feng, slapped it down with the back of the knife facing down.

This time I controlled the force better; the garlic cloves split open but weren't flattened.

She pinched the garlic skin with her fingertips, pulled gently, and the whole garlic clove landed on the cutting board.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly.

Oh, it's that simple.

Take the third petal, pat it, peel it, and set it aside.

Fourth petal, pat, peel.

however.

The angle at which the back of the knife fell was slightly off.

The garlic clove slipped, and the blade grazed it, slicing her left index finger.

A tiny cut appeared, and blood immediately seeped out.

Jiang Jingyan hissed, put down the cleaver, and pinched his index finger.

Blood beads trickled down the fingertip.

Chen Feng was washing vegetables when he heard the sound and turned around.

His gaze fell on her clenched fingers, and his brows immediately furrowed.

"You got scratched?" He walked over and glanced at the wound.

The wound wasn't large, but it was a bit deep, and blood was still seeping out.

"It's nothing, just a small cut."

The paramedics rushed in carrying a first-aid kit.

Take out iodine solution, cotton swabs, and band-aids.

Jiang Jingyan reached out her hand.

The paramedics carefully wiped the skin around the wound with iodine swabs. When the iodine touched the wound, her fingers flinched slightly, but she didn't make a sound.

Chen Feng stood to the side, watching the paramedics treat the wound.

"Should we go to the hospital?" he asked.

Jiang Jingyan looked up at him.

"This small wound healed as soon as I arrived at the hospital."

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed.

He recalled the young, handsome men he had seen before.

He accidentally scraped his skin on set and immediately started crying and screaming. His manager rushed over to call an ambulance, and he posted on Weibo to sympathize with her. Fans flooded the comments section with messages like "I feel so sorry for him."

I went to the hospital, the doctor glanced at me, put on a band-aid, and said, "It's nothing."

Fans also praised their brother for being so strong.

Where is Jiang Jingyan?

She cut her finger with a kitchen knife, and blood was gushing out, but she didn't even frown.

When they said, "It healed as soon as I arrived at the hospital."

His tone carried a hint of teasing.

This woman is truly unpretentious.

The emergency responders acted quickly, disinfecting, applying medication, and putting on a bandage; the whole process took less than two minutes.

Jiang Jingyan looked at the band-aid with a cartoon pattern on her index finger.

They're quite cute.

[A Beijing socialite cut her hand with a kitchen knife, and her first reaction wasn't to cry, but to laugh at herself. So cute!]

This is the difference between true wealth and nouveau riche. True wealth is unpretentious; only the nouveau riche are spoiled.

[I'm reminded of a young, handsome actor who got a splinter in his finger, went to the hospital crying, and after the doctor said "it's nothing," he even posted on Weibo, "I got through it."]

[I know who you're talking about, hahaha! I still remember that Weibo post: "Thank you everyone for your concern, I will be strong." Comments: Baby, you're so brave!]

[Brave? Brave my ass! My grandma got her foot pricked by a nail and didn't utter a sound!]

[Jiang Jingyan: I got cut by a kitchen knife, and it's bleeding, but I'll laugh at myself first. Young heartthrob: I got cut by paper, and I cried for three days.]

[Doctor: Luckily you came early, otherwise the wound would have healed by now. This joke will never go out of style.]

I declare that I've fallen in love with this woman.

The emergency responders packed up their first-aid kits and left the container.

Jiang Jingyan looked down at the little bear on her left index finger, then at the garlic cloves on the cutting board that hadn't been peeled yet.

She reached out her right hand to pick up the cleaver, held down the garlic cloves with her left hand, and continued to chop them.

Chen Feng looked at her.

"Shall we continue?" he asked.

"The garlic isn't all peeled yet." Jiang Jingyan didn't even look up. "Doesn't oil-splashed noodles need garlic?"

Chen Feng did not stop her.

He returned to the stove and continued preparing the ingredients.

The only sounds in the container were the cracking of garlic with the back of a knife and the clinking of spoons and bowls!

The two were busy with their own things, not disturbing each other, yet they seemed like partners who had been working together for a long time.

Night had completely fallen.

One by one, the lights on the beach came on, casting long shadows of the three small houses.

Inside the unfinished villa, Yang Fan and Wu Yurong sat facing each other, staring at each other.

"Gurgle!"

Yang Fan's stomach growled.

He looked down at his stomach.

Then he raised his head and looked at Wu Yurong expressionlessly.

"Gurgle!"

This time it's Wu Yurong's.

Her brow twitched.

The comments section was filled with laughter.

[A duet of stomachs for two! Is this a romance variety show or the Hunger Games?]

[Why don't you two just eat raw steak, like you're having beef sashimi?]

Yang Fan: Beef sashimi needs dipping sauce. Wu Yurong: Do we have any? Yang Fan: No, the two of you will continue to go hungry.

[Hahaha! The production team went too far with this! Making them watch Chen Feng make oil-splashed noodles on an empty stomach, the aroma wafting over, is pure torture!]

"Go and borrow some seasonings from Chen Feng."

Yang Fan looked up at her, his eyes narrowing slightly: "Why aren't you going?"