I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

Dilraba's cheeks flushed slightly as she forced a polite smile, carefully choosing her words.

Saying it tastes bad directly is disrespectful to a senior and makes you seem impolite.

She thought for a moment and then spoke in a very sincere tone.

"No, Sister Mei. This fish... um... this fish has a lot of flavor, it goes well with rice."

Mei Yanfang was stunned for a moment, not immediately grasping the deeper meaning of this comment.

"Is it good with rice?"

In her understanding, "appetizing" is usually a compliment for dishes that are flavorful and can make people eat several bowls of rice.

She looked at the plate of dark-colored grilled fish, then at Dilraba's somewhat subtle expression, and a sense of doubt arose in her heart.

"Really? Then I'll try it."

As she spoke, she also reached out with her chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish.

The moment the fish touched her tongue, Mui Yim-fong's expression froze.

She finally experienced firsthand the devastating saltiness.

That wasn't ordinary saltiness; it was an aggressive kind of saltiness that seemed to want to marinate a person alive.

My taste buds went numb in an instant, and my whole brain seemed to buzz from the shock of the salty taste.

Good guy!

She almost spat out the tea in her cup right there!

At that moment, she finally understood what Dilraba meant by "it's quite appetizing".

This is hardly something that goes well with rice.

It's obvious that you have to eat a whole pot of rice to get rid of the saltiness after just one small bite!

Mei Yanfang gently placed the chopsticks in her hand on the edge of the blue and white porcelain plate.

The crisp sound was particularly jarring on the deathly silent dining table.

Her entire face looked as if a camera shutter had been pressed, her features uncontrollably pressed together towards her brow due to the extreme saltiness.

Even in front of the camera, this queen of the music scene could hardly maintain her composure.

"Hmm...this fish..."

Anita Mui forced a professional smile, her voice hoarse with the lingering pain of someone who had survived a disaster.

"Indeed... just as Dilraba said, it's quite appetizing."

Upon hearing this, the curiosity of the men who had been observing was instantly piqued.

Leslie Cheung pushed up his glasses and looked at the plate of dark, almost black, grilled fish with a hint of disbelief.

"Is it really that flavorful?"

He felt sorry for his younger brother Xiao Chen, and thought that since it was Xiao Chen who planned the show, even if Huang Lei's cooking skills were off, he still had to give him a good performance. Zhou Jielun, who was sitting next to him, was struggling with the rice in his hand, and looked up when he heard this.

His signature small eyes held a scrutinizing gaze, and a hint of resentment.

Lin Junjie, being an honest man, had already taken the initiative to reach for his chopsticks.

"Since the older sisters all agree, then I won't be polite."

Two pairs of chopsticks fell at the same time.

Leslie Cheung and Jerry Lamb put the fish into their mouths at almost the same time.

In that instant, their movements became eerily synchronized.

Leslie Cheung's gentle and refined face instantly froze, and a vein in his neck throbbed slightly.

He was extremely well-mannered; even though it felt like ten salt shakers had been spilled in his mouth, he simply closed his eyes silently, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty.

That was out of the most basic respect for food, and also the ultimate test of his composure in his acting career.

Lin Junjie's face turned bright red as he tried to suppress his anger.

He seemed unable to believe his sense of taste, or as if his consciousness had been shattered by the shockwave.

He didn't vomit, but his expression was even more painful than when he couldn't write a song.

"Cough, indeed... it's quite impactful."

Lin Junjie finally swallowed it and frantically searched for his water cup.

Jay Chou doesn't have that many twists and turns.

He picked up a large piece of fish, stuffed it into his mouth, and before he could even chew it twice, his face turned green.

"Pooh!"

He grabbed a tissue and spat out the poison completely.

"Oh dear, what's this? Did you beat the salt seller to death?"

Jay Chou has always been outspoken and is a recognized talent in the entertainment industry, so his temper is naturally straightforward.

"This is inedible, it's way too salty, really."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Xiao Chen, who was sitting in the main seat.

"Master, what kind of chef did you hire? This is terrible!"

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Huang Lei's face, which had been beaming with a loving fatherly smile, froze completely.

Wherever he goes in the industry, he is always fawned over by younger colleagues.

At this moment, in front of the camera, being so openly disliked by Jay Chou, where does he put his face?

"Impossible? I think the heat control is quite good."

Huang Lei chuckled twice, attempting to reverse the downward trend.

"Could it be that too much sauce was poured on at the end? Let me taste it."

He picked up his chopsticks and, to show his confidence that "this dish is fine," deliberately chose the largest piece.

The fish meat enters the mouth.

Huang Lei's expression underwent a dramatic transformation in just 0.5 seconds, going from confidence to doubt, and then to terror.

"puff--"

He couldn't hold on and followed in Jay Chou's footsteps.

"Hiss... How could this happen? It was a mistake, absolutely a mistake."

Huang Lei was so embarrassed that he almost dug a mushroom house out of his toes.

He wiped his mouth, his eyes darting around, trying to divert everyone's attention.

"Perhaps this soy sauce is too concentrated."

"It's alright, everyone, let's eat lamb. I roasted this lamb myself, so there's absolutely no problem."

As he spoke, he moved the plate of roasted whole lamb closer to the center of the table.

Jay Chou pursed his lips and blurted out a sentence without even looking up.

"Wasn't the seasoning for this lamb prepared by my master this afternoon?"

"What's it to you?"

That reply was swift and precise, like a resounding slap in the face.

Huang Lei's movements were abruptly halted in mid-air; his hand, which was moving the plate, was stuck, unable to move forward or backward.

He never expected that Jay Chou wouldn't give him any face at all.

"Um... I'm in charge of controlling the heat, and controlling the heat is quite important."

Huang Lei tried to salvage the situation, but his smile looked worse than a grimace.

Xiao Chen sat beside him, not saying much.

His face, kissed by God, appeared even more perfect in the dim light.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile was hidden in his deep eyes.

In his early twenties, he was already worth over 100 million yuan. Even sitting on the most ordinary wooden bench in a farmhouse, he exuded an air of superiority that made him stand out from the crowd.

As the true mastermind behind "Back to Field," he understands the importance of creating a good variety show experience.

Huang Lei's preachy and didactic personality definitely needs to be challenged.

Xiao Chen had no intention of helping out.

He simply took a slow sip of lemonade, his gaze sweeping over Huang Lei's slightly defeated face.

He was already starting to plan his work for tomorrow.

This sense of "frustration" is the best catalyst to motivate Huang Lei to work hard tomorrow.

"Everyone, hurry up and eat, don't just look at us."

Xiao Chen finally spoke, his voice clear and pleasant, carrying an undeniable composure.

He didn't comment on the failed grilled fish, and this silence made Huang Lei feel worse than any criticism.

Apart from the isolated fish, all the other dishes were devoured thanks to Xiao Chen's seasoning.