I'm in Wuha, and the whole internet is shipping me and Song Yuqi as a couple.

When Wu Zheng's voice came out of the walkie-talkie.

The six people had just finished scooping the last batch of stinky tofu out of the pot.

"The activity after the meal is called 'Spicy Truth'."

Deng Chao put down his chopsticks: "What kind of prank is it now?"

Wu Zheng walked into the temporary kitchen, followed by staff members carrying red trays.

There were six small bowls on top, each containing a spoonful of a thick, dark red sauce.

"The rules are simple."

He pointed to the tray.

"This is the broth from Deng Chao's failed pot earlier, a whole bottle of fermented soybean paste, without any water added."

Chen He took half a step back.

Each person takes turns asking one question to anyone present. The person being asked can choose to answer or not.

Wu Zheng paused for two seconds, unable to suppress his smile.

"Those who don't answer will get a spoonful of the sauce mixed with rice."

No one responded.

Deng Chao was the first to raise his hand: "And who answered?"

"The person who answered is fine, keep playing."

Wang Mian muttered to himself, "Then who would choose not to answer?"

Wu Zheng held up one finger: "So, you need to think carefully about what you're asking."

He glanced in the direction of Jiang Che and Song Yuqi.

"The best questioner will be chosen by a vote in the live stream and will be rewarded with an extra bowl of noodles for breakfast tomorrow."

Lu Han's eyes lit up: "A small bowl of noodles? I'll have that!"

Chen He crossed his legs and sat back down on the stool, picking up his teacup: "This game is interesting."

Deng Chao volunteered to be the first to ask a question, his target being Chen He.

"Chen He, how many productive things have you accomplished since you entered the kitchen today?"

Chen He held the cup and thought for a moment: "I'll instruct you to stir-fry the base ingredients, that counts as one item."

"and then?"

"That's all."

Deng Chao turned to look at the camera: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is our strategist. He sat the whole time and did only one thing, and he even managed to cause my car to crash and burn."

Chen He slowly took a sip of tea: "I gave the instructions without any problems. It was your hand that slipped and you poured in the whole bottle of fermented soybean paste."

The live stream chat was filled with people taking sides.

Chen He is right, Deng Chao is just clumsy!

[Sitting and directing is also a job, right? Haha!]

In the second round, Lu Han asked questions.

He glanced around, his gaze settling on Jiang Che, and a smile crept onto his lips.

Jiang Che.

Jiang Che looked up.

"The technique you used when you braided Yuqi's hair, who did you practice on?"

The entire audience let out a roar.

The speed of comments in the live stream doubled.

Jiang Che held the water glass and tapped the inside of the glass twice with his fingers.

"I already said that, cousin."

"How old is your cousin?"

"Five or six years old."

"You can style a five- or six-year-old's hair in three seconds?" Lu Han tilted his head. "Dude, that's a bit beyond what's expected, isn't it?"

Wang Mian added in a low voice, "There are loopholes in the testimony."

Jiang Che put down his cup: "If you think I'm lying, then I choose not to answer."

He reached out to grab the bowl of broth.

Song Yuqi spoke up: "Don't eat it."

Jiang Che stopped.

Song Yuqi looked down and fiddled with the lotus root slices in her bowl, her tone casual: "It's just a matter of tying your hair, no need to risk your voice."

Deng Chao lay on the table, his hands supporting his chin, his eyes darting back and forth between the two men.

Chen He paused halfway through drinking his tea, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Jiang Che glanced at Song Yuqi for two seconds, then withdrew his hand.

"I used to practice on my cousin a lot, because I got really inspired to write songs when I was tying her hair."

Lu Han shrugged: "You're amazing, you actually managed to do that."

In the third round, Wang Mian asked questions.

He hesitated for a long time before choosing Deng Chao.

"Brother Chao, how would you rate today's hotpot meal out of 10?"

Deng Chao thought for three seconds and said, "Six points."

"Which six points?"

"Four points deducted for the broth, two points added for the ingredients, two points added for Yuqi's rescue, and my own contribution..."

He did the math.

"Negative".

The whole audience burst into laughter.

In the fourth round, Chen He...

He put down his teacup and looked at Song Yuqi.

"Yuqi".

Song Yuqi looked up.

"What's the one question you most want to ask Jiang Che?"

Instead of asking Jiang Che directly, the question was phrased indirectly, allowing Song Yuqi to bring it up herself.

Song Yuqi paused for a second.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

[Chen He's question was too harsh!]

[Truly a clear-headed person! Instead of asking him directly, she asked her what she wanted to ask!]

Song Yuqi smiled and tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

"I want to ask him..."

She looked up at Jiang Che.

Do you even remember when you lent me a pen in our first year of high school?

The sound of chopsticks touching the bowl stopped.

Deng Chao's mouth was open, not closed.

Jiang Che frowned, recalling something.

"What pen?"

"The black ballpoint pen, the one with the teeth marks on the cap that you bit."

Jiang Che rubbed his forehead: "I lent out quite a few pens in high school."

Song Yuqi nodded: "So it's normal that you don't remember."

She smiled, picked up her water glass, took a sip, and her expression remained calm.

But the live stream chat instantly erupted.

[She kept a record of a pen for ten years, and he doesn't even remember it! Ahhh! Jiang Che, I'm going to kill you!]

[A one-sided love affair has broken my heart!]

Jiang Che, you owe her! You owe her a pen! No, you owe her ten years of compensation!

In the fifth round, Song Yuqi asked a question.

Everyone thought she would ask Jiang Che.

She turned to look at Deng Chao.

"Brother Chao, who do you think is best suited to do the dishes today?"

Deng Chao pointed to his own nose: "You're asking me?"

"right."

"Jiang Che," Deng Chao replied instantly, "The reason is that he only washed the enoki mushrooms three times throughout the entire process."

Lu Han clapped: "Support!"

Jiang Che rolled his eyes.

Song Yuqi pulled the atmosphere back to a relaxed state. The question about the pen lingered in everyone's minds, but she didn't pursue it any further.

In the final round, Jiang Che...

He glanced around at everyone present.

Their gazes finally settled on Song Yuqi.

No one in the restaurant was rushing them.

Song Yuqi held the cup, but didn't move.

Jiang Che spoke.

Do you remember what brand it was?

Song Yuqi blinked.

"Morning Light, Q7."

Jiang Che took a pen out of his pocket, a black ballpoint pen, and threw it on the table.

"I've been using this model all this time."

He stood up, picked up the empty bowl, and walked towards the sink.

"I'll wash the dishes, you guys continue."

Song Yuqi looked at the pen on the table, her finger twitched, but she didn't pick it up.

Deng Chao, Chen He, Lu Han, and Wang Mian looked at each other in bewilderment.

Chen He picked up his teacup, a smile playing on his lips, and moved his lips towards Deng Chao.

He's still using this model.