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

"Aren't you going to eat?" Jiang Jingyan asked.

"Just watching you eat is enough," Chen Feng said.

Jiang Jingyan's ears turned red for some reason.

She lowered her head, picked up the beer beside her, took a sip, and the cold liquid slid down her throat, suppressing the heat on her face.

By this time, the noodles in the pot were cooked.

The ingredients for the oil-splashed noodles are ready!

Chopped green onions, minced garlic, chili powder, Sichuan peppercorn powder, salt, light soy sauce, and aged vinegar.

Each ingredient must be placed in the bowl according to the correct proportions; the order and the amount must be correct.

Chen Feng scooped out the noodles, drained the water, and poured them into a large bowl.

Then, top the noodles with chopped green onions, minced garlic, and chili powder, and drizzle soy sauce and aged vinegar around the edge of the bowl.

Finally, he poured the hot oil evenly over the chili powder and minced garlic in the bowl.

It's sizzling!

The aroma exploded in that instant.

The aroma of charred chili peppers, the spiciness of minced garlic, the numbing fragrance of Sichuan peppercorns, and the warm aroma of rapeseed oil.

All the aromas blend together under high temperature, creating an irresistible, soul-stirring scent.

Su Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, her eyes lighting up.

"It smells so good!"

Jiang Jingyan also smelled it.

Her Adam's apple bobbed.

No one in the live chat could remain calm anymore.

[Sizzle! That sound of oil being poured! My mouth is watering!]

[I can smell the aroma even through the screen! Chen Feng's oil-splashed noodles! I want to eat them!]

Look at that chili powder bubbling in the hot oil, so bright red and tempting!

[Here's the question: When exactly did Chen Feng learn all this? His file clearly states he can't cook!]

So you learned it during a career slump? It really is true what they say—you have to work hard quietly, and then amaze everyone!

Chen Feng divided the oil-splashed noodles into three portions and placed them in three small bowls.

He first served a bowl to Jiang Jingyan.

"Try it."

Jiang Jingyan took the bowl.

She picked up her chopsticks, took a small bite, and put it in her mouth.

The moment she bit through the noodles, a barely perceptible glint flashed in her eyes.

The noodles have a perfect texture.

It's not the kind of soft, melt-in-your-mouth noodles.

Instead, it's the kind of noodles that have a chewy texture and bounce slightly between your teeth.

This means the dough was kneaded long enough, rested thoroughly enough, and stretched evenly enough.

The taste is perfect too!

The smoky aroma of chili peppers and the spiciness of minced garlic reach their peak under the stimulation of hot oil, the numbing sensation of Sichuan peppercorns dances on the tip of the tongue, the sourness of vinegar neutralizes the greasiness, and the saltiness of light soy sauce brightens the overall flavor profile.

Each flavor was just right, and none of them overshadowed the others.

She took a second bite.

The third bite.

The fourth bite.

Chen Feng sat opposite her and gave Su Xiaoxiao a portion.

Then, holding his own bowl of noodles, he watched her eat with her head down and smiled.

"How is it?" he asked.

Jiang Jingyan didn't look up; her chopsticks were still stirring in the bowl.

"tasty."

Same evaluation as before.

Simultaneously.

Her bowl was almost empty.

The live chat exploded.

[Holy crap! The young lady ate the whole bowl of noodles!]

[She ate the noodles so fast! At first, she took small bites, but then she started shoveling them into her mouth! Where did her elegance as a Beijing socialite go? Was she bought off by the hot oil noodles?]

The way Chen Feng looked at Jiang Jingyan eating noodles was so tender.

This is the typical pattern of an old married couple: you eat, I watch, you don't say anything, but I know you think it's delicious.

Su Xiaoxiao held her bowl, eating noodles while secretly observing the interaction between Jiang Jingyan and Chen Feng.

She saw Jiang Jingyan finish his noodles completely, and she saw the curved smile on Chen Feng's lips.

She suddenly felt that she was somewhat superfluous in this container.

But she couldn't bear to leave.

Because this bowl of noodles is so delicious.

Just as Su Xiaoxiao's bowl was emptied.

Jiang Jingyan suddenly spoke.

"Can I have another bowl?" Jiang Jingyan asked.

Chen Feng paused for a moment while holding the chopsticks.

Jiang Jingyan wants more rice?

Jiang Jingyan was surprised herself when she asked the question.

Her usual dinner portion is one-third of this.

It wasn't that she was deliberately dieting; she was just not very hungry to begin with and didn't have any particular attachment to food.

For her, food was merely fuel to keep her body functioning. It didn't need to taste good or evoke emotions; all she needed to do was eat, digest, provide energy, and complete the process.

But today is different.

Today, her stomach seemed to have awakened something that had been dormant for a long time, with every taste bud screaming "more!"

[Jiang Jingyan wants more?! She's already eaten quite a bit!]

[Didn't this Beijing socialite say she was going on a diet the other day? She even posted pictures of boiled broccoli, chicken breast salad, and quinoa rice. But today she showed off a whole bowl of oil-splashed noodles and a huge plate of spicy chicken! That's an explosion of calories!]

[So how delicious must it be for her to give up on managing her figure?]

Jiang Jingyan's body management: I'm not going to diet today, I'll do it tomorrow.

"Okay." Chen Feng put down his chopsticks.

Stand up.

He turned and walked towards the stove.

"I'll cook you some noodles."

The moment the words were spoken, the tone of the comments section changed drastically.

[Is this for you to eat???]

Wait, isn't there something wrong with this sentence?

[Chen Feng said, "I'll make you some noodles," he meant noodles! Noodles! Don't get the wrong idea!]

I know it's noodles, but I can't control my mind!

[Jiang Jingyan, did you hear that? He said he'd make you some noodles!]

[Oh no, from today onwards, the phrase "I'll feed you noodles" is now synonymous with dating reality shows in my mind.]

Jiang Jingyan nodded: "Okay, then you can make me some noodles."

All she could think about was oil-splashed noodles.

The oil-splashed noodles Chen Feng just made were the best noodles she had ever eaten in her life, and all she wanted was another bowl of them.

Five seconds later, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

This statement doesn't seem quite right.

What did she just say?

Jiang Jingyan felt a little embarrassed.

The comments section was filled with laughter.

[After Jiang Jingyan finished speaking, she realized what she had said, hahaha! Look at her ears! They turned red from her earlobes all the way to the base of her ears!]

[Jiang Jingyan probably wants to bury her head in a beer can right now, right? A scene of social humiliation for a Beijing socialite!]

[What's wrong with her? She didn't say anything wrong; it's your brains that are messed up!]

Chen Feng stood in front of the stove, his back to Jiang Jingyan.

The water in the pot is still hot; it won't take long to boil it again.

He picked up a piece of dough that had been rested and started making noodles.

The water boils. The noodles are added to the pot. Chopsticks are used to stir the noodles in the boiling water.

The only sounds inside the container were the bubbling of noodles being cooked and the crashing of waves.

Su Xiaoxiao sat at the dining table, her eyes darting back and forth between Chen Feng and Jiang Jingyan.

These two are really interesting.

The second bowl of noodles was served.

In a white porcelain bowl, wide noodles lie in a bright red broth, topped with chopped scallions and minced garlic, while chili powder releases a smoky aroma from the hot oil.

Just like the first bowl, it was generously portioned, had all the ingredients, and was piping hot.

Jiang Jingyan picked up her chopsticks, took a bite of noodles, and put it in her mouth.

They ate very seriously and attentively.

Chen Feng sat opposite her, watching the frequency with which she stirred the noodles in her bowl with her chopsticks, and watching her cheeks puff out slightly when she put the noodles into her mouth.

"If it's not enough, we can make more," he said.