The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Two hundred yuan?

A coconut?

Lin Chacha's carefully made-up face instantly changed from pitiful to astonished, and even showed a hint of unconcealed distortion.

Who is she?

She is Lin Chacha!

Although he's not a top star, he's known in the industry as a "master at charming men."

In the past, when she appeared on TV shows, as long as she acted coquettishly, the male guests would fight to pluck the stars from the sky for her.

But now...

This man, wearing flip-flops and looking dejected, actually asked her to scan a QR code to pay?

They still want to charge two hundred yuan for medical expenses?

"Brother Lin Mo..."

Lin Chacha took a deep breath and forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace, trying to salvage the situation:

"You...you're joking, right?"

"This is a dating reality show, shouldn't we help each other out?"

"Besides, regarding Ruoyun's matter... I didn't see you accept any money, did I?"

This statement is truly devastating.

She deliberately directed her anger at Jiang Ruoyun, attempting to morally blackmail Lin Mo with the word "fairness," while also stirring up hatred towards Jiang Ruoyun.

The live stream chat fell silent for a few seconds, as if everyone was waiting to see how Lin Mo would respond to this move.

After all, showing discrimination in front of the camera can easily lead to being labeled as "snobbish" or "treating people differently based on their status."

however.

Lin Mo merely lifted his eyelids lazily, without even straightening up.

He pointed to Jiang Ruoyun, who was holding a coconut and looking completely bewildered, and said matter-of-factly:

"She's a food taster."

"I am a meticulous chef, and freshly picked ingredients must be tested for poison first."

"What if the coconut is sour? What if it's poisonous? Of course, we can't accept money for this kind of high-risk work."

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Ruoyun with a serious expression, his face full of concern:

"How are you? Does your stomach hurt? Are you feeling dizzy or nauseous?"

Jiang Ruoyun was happily sipping coconut juice, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

Upon hearing this, she subconsciously shook her head, then took a deep breath, making a loud "slurp" sound.

That expression of pure enjoyment on his face didn't look like he was testing poison at all; it was more like he was drinking some kind of nectar.

"It doesn't hurt...it tastes good..."

She mumbled indistinctly, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

Lin Mo turned his head, looked at Lin Chacha, and shrugged:

"Look, although it doesn't look poisonous right now, the incubation period hasn't passed yet."

"As a guest, I have an obligation to protect your safety."

"So, for your health's sake, you'd better not drink it."

"Of course, if you insist on it..."

Lin Mo pointed to the QR code for receiving payments pasted on the armrest of the rocking chair (it was one he had prepared long ago, the sticker was even yellowed):

"That'll be a different price."

"These coconuts, which are obtained at the risk of one's life, are already at a friendly price of two hundred dollars."

Lin Chacha: "..."

Zhao Kuo: "..."

The entire audience: "..."

[Hahaha! What the hell is this, testing for poison!]

Lin Mo's mouth can talk the dead back to life!

Judging from Jiang Ruoyun's expression, she seemed to want to suck out all the poison!

[This reason deserves full marks!]

[Lin Chacha's face turned green, hahaha, this is probably the biggest Waterloo of her career.]

What is double standard? This is a textbook example of double standard!

Lin Chacha looked at Lin Mo's stubborn and unyielding attitude, and tears welled up in her eyes with anger.

She gritted her teeth, turned to look at Zhao Kuo beside her, and tried to find an ally:

"Brother Zhao Kuo, look at him..."

Zhao Kuo also had a look on his face as if he had swallowed a fly.

He tried to show off by climbing the tree but failed. Now, Lin Mo not only climbed up but also treated him differently right in front of him, which was like slapping him in the face.

"Lin Mo, this is no fun."

Zhao Kuo stepped forward, attempting to suppress Lin Mo with his non-existent "domineering CEO aura":

"We're all on the same show, is it really necessary to make such a fuss over a few broken coconuts?"

"It's just two hundred yuan, right? Cha Cha wants a drink, it's on me!"

As he spoke, he took out his phone to scan the QR code, his face full of arrogance that said, "I'm rich."

In his view, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

Even if you're being ripped off, do it with style!

however.

Lin Mo suddenly covered up the QR code for receiving payment.

"Excuse me."

He yawned, lay back down in the rocking chair, and pulled the tattered straw hat over his face.

"This store is closed."

"That was the opening promotion price, I'm not selling it anymore."

"I'm saving these two to make chicken soup tonight to nourish my back."

"after all……"

Lin Mo's languid voice came from under the straw hat:

"That last move of mine has exhausted my exercise capacity for the next six months."

"I feel completely drained and desperately need nourishment."

Zhao Kuo's hand holding the phone froze in mid-air, unsure whether to scan or put it away.

It's like he's waving money around trying to humiliate someone, but the other person just closes the shop and puts up a "Closed for lunch" sign.

This is even more painful than being directly insulted!

"you……"

Zhao Kuo was so angry that his face turned red, and he pointed at Lin Mo, unable to speak for a long time.

Lin Chacha, standing nearby, looked at the coconut in Jiang Ruoyun's hand that was still steaming, and then looked at her own empty hand. Feeling wronged, tears finally fell down her face.

"Fine, I won't drink it! Who cares!"

She stomped her foot, turned around and ran back under the parasol, where she buried her face in her arms on the table and began to sob.

At that moment, her attempt to establish herself as the "group's darling" turned her into a complete joke.

The chat room was filled with laughter.

[Incredible! I wouldn't sell it for money!]

[Lin Mo: My coconuts, I can give them to whomever I want. So what if you're rich?]

[Zhao Kuo's expression looked like he'd been constipated for a week; it cracked me up.]

This is what they call "money can't buy happiness!"

[Jiang Ruoyun is still drinking! Still drinking! Is she going to eat the coconut shell off the whole thing?]

Jiang Ruoyun was indeed still drinking.

Holding the coconut, which wasn't particularly refined and even had rough edges, she felt it was sweeter than drinking a wine worth tens of thousands of dollars.

She stole a glance at Lin Mo, who was lying on the rocking chair pretending to be dead.

Although he said nonsensical things like "testing for poison" and "strengthening the waist," she knew exactly what was going on.

He was protecting her.

This feeling of being blatantly favored...

Jiang Ruoyun couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, revealing two shallow dimples.

She quietly moved her small stool closer to Lin Mo's rocking chair.

Closer.

Closer.

Until you can smell his faint scent, a blend of sea breeze and sunshine.

"Feed..."

Jiang Ruoyun poked Lin Mo's arm with her finger and whispered:

"I also want to drink chicken soup."

The straw hat moved slightly.

Lin Mo's voice came out in a muffled tone:

"Give me the money."

"I have no money."

Jiang Ruoyun answered confidently.

"Then wash the dishes."

"make a deal!"

Their conversation, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, was clearly transmitted to the ears of every audience member through the lavalier microphone.

That natural, everyday interaction instantly diluted the tense and awkward atmosphere from before.

Instead, it evokes a warm feeling that makes you want to smile like a doting aunt.

[Help! This is way too sweet!]

[“Give me money” “No money” “Wash the dishes” “Deal”... This conversation sounds like that of an old married couple.]

[Lin Mo: To others it's "two hundred yuan," but to his wife it's "washing dishes to pay off the debt."]

This isn't a romance variety show, it's clearly "The Domineering Chef's Little Darling Wife"!

While the entire internet was swooning over their sweet moments, Zhao Kuo and Lin Chacha were secretly cursing each other in a corner.

The sky suddenly changed.

The beach, which was originally under a clear blue sky, suddenly found itself covered by a thick layer of dark clouds.

The dark clouds, heavy and oppressive like spilled ink, rapidly engulfed the azure sky.

The sea breeze became noisy, no longer the gentle caress it had before, but carrying a damp, earthy smell, swirling sand particles everywhere.

"Boom!"

A deep rumble of thunder rolled in from the depths of the clouds, sending shivers down people's spines.

The waves on the sea began to surge, with white spray crashing against the rocks and roaring.

The weather on tropical islands is like a child's face, changing in an instant.

"Oh no! It's going to pour!"

The director, holding a megaphone, shouted urgently:

"Attention everyone! All guests, cease filming immediately! Return to the villa at once!"

"Staff, protect the equipment! Quickly! Quickly!"

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

The staff who were just watching the commotion began frantically packing up the cameras and reflectors.

The female guests screamed and covered their hair, which had been blown about by the wind.

Zhao Kuo and Lin Chacha forgot about being angry and grabbed their things, running towards Villa A.

Only Lin Mo.

He slowly removed the straw hat from his face and glanced at the sky.

"The weather changes so fast."

He muttered something to himself, then casually picked up the teacup and the remaining two coconuts from the ground and stood up.

"Let's go, test subject."

He waved to Jiang Ruoyun, who was still standing there dumbfounded.

Jiang Ruoyun then realized what was happening, and, clutching the empty coconut shell, followed Lin Mo eagerly.

The two of them stood out calmly against the panicked crowd.

As you pass by the luxurious floor-to-ceiling windows of Building A, you can see that the lights are on inside, and Zhao Kuo is directing everyone to close the windows, with a sense of superiority that says, "Luckily, I have a mansion to protect me."

Lin Mo's gaze, however, was fixed on Building C, which was not far away.

That dilapidated outbuilding, tucked away in a corner, looked like it could collapse at any moment.

At this moment, under the raging wind, the roof tiles of Building C were making a series of teeth-grinding "crackling" sounds, as if they were making their final groans.

The already dilapidated wooden window rattled and swayed precariously in the wind.

"Lin Mo...your house..."

Jiang Ruoyun looked at the dilapidated house, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes:

"It looks like it's going to collapse..."

"How about... you come stay at my place for a while?"

Although Building A is also annoying, at least it doesn't leak.

Lin Mo stopped and squinted as he examined the "home" that seemed to be trembling in the storm.

Instead of panicking, he revealed a meaningful smile.

He weighed the coconut in his hand, his tone as calm as if he were discussing what to have for dinner:

"Need not."

"That saves us from having to boil water."

"Looks like tonight... I can enjoy a completely natural shower in this room with a panoramic skylight."