A pretty live streamer beckons, and a lewd male protagonist hooks her up.

"Is it good?"

"Say something!"

Wen Ruan couldn't wait any longer.

Jiang Yanci calmly picked up a clean pair of chopsticks and said, "Open your mouth."

Wen Ruan subconsciously opened her mouth, obediently waiting for Jiang Yanci to answer whether it was delicious or not, but he fed her a mouthful of vegetables instead.

"vomit--"

An indescribable smell rushed through my nostrils and straight to the top of my head!

Wen Ruan quickly ran to the toilet and vomited.

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

Wen Ruan washed her mouth clean and came out with a face full of resentment. Her twin ponytails swayed as she walked, as if venting her dissatisfaction: "Jiang Yanci!"

She shouted, "You deliberately poisoned me!"

Jin Ye merely glanced at it as he passed by, his pupils dilated in shock, and he immediately vanished on the spot.

Thankfully, he didn't team up with Little Cake.

Is the skill in making these little cakes even at a human level?

That pitch-black stuff... I have no idea how Jiang Yanci managed to swallow it...

warrior!

Jiang Yanci chuckled, "This is the food you made. Would I poison it and make you bite?"

Looking at Wen Ruan's rosy lips, he really wanted to take a bite and taste what they were like.

However, Jiang Yanci was certain that he would never let Wen Ruan step into the kitchen again.

"Well... I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

Wen Ruan felt wronged for only a second before immediately blaming Jiang Yanci:

"Hmph, and you're the one talking! You can't even cook properly. I just made the meat a little harder than a rock, the taste a little strange, and the presentation a little off... Maybe some people actually like it!"

Anyway, Song Yu said her cooking was delicious!

She is generous, intelligent, kind, and understanding; she wouldn't stoop to the level of the foolish Jiang Yanci!

"However, let's not give this dish to the judges."

As Wen Ruan was speaking, she took the plate and tried to hide it, but the director, disregarding all decorum, relayed a message from afar:

"Wen Ruan! Put down the vegetables you're holding!"

Wen Ruan froze, then, like a thief, hid her hand that had touched the plate behind her back.

Before she could argue, three judges walked in.

The three groups were served one after another, and Wen Ruan dawdled and stayed until the very last time.

Li Shanshan and Xu Ran made spicy stir-fried beef, and the judges nodded in satisfaction after eating it.

Yu Yun and Jin Ye's group made Mapo Tofu.

They had little money, enough to buy only a piece of tofu, a little bit of meat, and some seasonings.

After the judges finished eating, they nodded and even said that it tasted good.

When it was Wen Ruan's turn, she braced herself and presented the dishes to the judges.

The three judges took a bite without any expression, and Wen Ruan could even hear the "crunch" sound of them chewing.

Someone with bad teeth would probably break their teeth on the spot.

"Um."

"Hmm? Does it mean it's delicious?" Wen Ruan asked excitedly.

The judge gracefully pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth and said, "Hmm, commendable courage."

"Is the kitchen alright? I hope nothing was burned. I feel a little sorry for the kitchen utensils; after all, they sacrificed themselves for this dish. They should be given an award."

Wen Ruan: "?"

Jin Ye: "Pfft, hahaha—"

Wen Ruan glared at him: "Laughing at your butt!"

"Not 'Little Cake,' who taught you that? Who corrupted my gentle, adorable, and charming little cake baby... the kind of baby everyone loves and who makes cars bleed when they see her!"

"Hmph."

"It's none of your business!"

Wen Ruan was so flattered by his compliments that her smile was harder to suppress than an AK, and she immediately became happy.

In the end, Wen Ruan and Jiang Yanci, with the advantage of being in last place, successfully obtained two sandwiches for lunch.

Wen Ruan huddled on the sofa, glancing at the eel shreds and braised pork that Jin Ye was eating, then at the crab roe noodles and soup dumplings that Sister Shan Shan was eating, her mouth tasting nothing.

"The sandwich is so small, and there's hardly any meat. How can anyone be full from it...?"

Just when Wen Ruan was feeling down, another sandwich "fell from the sky," still in its packaging.

"What's wrong? Do you want me to help you tear the packaging?" Wen Ruan murmured. "That's right, it'll be hard for you to tear it while you're wearing gloves."

Jiang Yanci: "..."

Sometimes he really wanted to see what Wen Ruan's brain was made of; his brain circuits were always so peculiar.

Jiang Yanci: "Here, have some."

"If you give it to me, what will you eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

Wen Ruan frowned: "How could we not be hungry? We got here at seven o'clock, and it's one o'clock in the afternoon now. Even a stomach of iron wouldn't be hungry!"

Jiang Yanci was indeed not hungry.

Meeting Wen Ruan's worried gaze, Jiang Yanci raised his eyes, his tone gentle, and spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Then you eat more meat, just leave me some vegetable leaves."

Finally, he added, "I don't like eating meat."

Wen Ruan glanced at him hesitantly. "You really don't eat meat?"

"Um."

"Would you like some bread from outside?"

"Fine, I'll give you some."

Wen Ruan ran to the kitchen, grabbed a pair of chopsticks and a plate, and quickly divided the sandwiches, one for herself and one for Jiang Yanci.

"Hey."

Wen Ruan ate while secretly glancing at Jiang Yanci.

He eats very slowly, and when he's alone and doesn't talk, he always has a blank expression, like he has facial paralysis.

However, after only two bites, Wen Ruan realized that he seemed full.

She must have been full, because Jiang Yanci couldn't eat anymore. Perhaps noticing her gaze, she frowned and took a tiny bite.

Wen Ruan looked down at his stomach, her expression grave.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Ruan touched herself and said without thinking, "Your stomach isn't bulging, how can you be full?"

Jiang Yanci: "..."

"You won't believe me, just look."

Wen Ruan smoothed out her clothes, revealing a slight bulge in her once flat stomach, barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

"This is the stomach. When you're full, it will swell up like mine," she explained, adding her own comment, "Round and plump, like a little watermelon."

Jiang Yanci had a headache, so he immediately pulled a blanket from the side of the sofa and covered Wen Ruan with it.

Wen Ruan replied slowly, "I'm not cold, the air conditioning in the room is just right."

"You're cold."

"Huh?" Wen Ruan felt that Jiang Yanci was radiating a low-pressure aura, just like when they first met. She was a little scared and stammered:

"Oh, okay, I am a bit cold, I'll cover myself up..."

After lunch, everyone rested for a while, and then spent the afternoon working together in the kitchen to prepare for the evening's dinner.

This time, however, no one allowed Wen Ruan into the kitchen.

"Little Cake, you should get some rest. Your culinary disaster at lunch almost sent the judges to the hospital!"

"Here, brother will let you play with the big gold chain."

"Wait patiently."

Wen Ruan reluctantly accepted the large gold chain, only to find it surprisingly light.

She saw a dark stone on the coffee table and picked it up.

"Snap!"

The stone and the gold chain met.

Wen Ruan's eyes widened, she froze for two seconds, then held up what she was holding and showed it to the camera above her head, saying blankly:

"Wow, that big gold chain can attract stones!"