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

The atmosphere in the living room was eerily similar to a silent film in progress.

Two huge task boards were placed on the coffee table, each representing a date plan for the two male guests tomorrow.

On the left is a luxurious display board meticulously prepared by Zhao Kuo.

The background is a silhouette of the Eiffel Tower, with a line of cursive English text written in gold marker:

【Le Rêve - A Dreamy French Lunch】

Location: Yunhai City's only Michelin three-star restaurant

[Itinerary: Rolls-Royce transfer -> Private suite -> A feast of premium black truffles and Australian Wagyu beef -> Exclusive violin accompaniment]

Just looking at these words, you can smell the overwhelming scent of money and the atmosphere of Versailles.

Zhao Kuo stood beside the display board, adjusting the tuxedo and bow tie he hadn't had time to change out of yesterday, his face bearing his usual confident smile:

"Ladies, this is a small token of my appreciation."

"I think the most important thing about dating is the sense of ritual."

"Only in the most elegant setting, with the finest ingredients, can one truly appreciate your refined taste."

After saying that, he deliberately gave Lin Mo, who was sprawled on the sofa next to him, a provocative look.

That look clearly said: Let's see how you compare to me.

And on the right.

Lin Mo's "display board" was actually just an A4 sheet of paper that had just been torn off the wall.

The three large characters written in black marker above now stood out starkly:

[Wet Market]

There is one more line of supplementary explanation below:

[Itinerary: Take the production crew's bus -> Grab the first batch of slaughtered pork -> Bargain -> Come back and cook]

To fill in the blank space, Lin Mo even casually drew a simple pig's head in the corner.

The pig's head was drawn in an extremely hasty manner, with two nostrils of different sizes, conveying a strong sense of mockery.

[Hahaha! Help! This contrast is too stark!]

[On one side is a Michelin three-star restaurant, and on the other is the South City Vegetable Market?]

Is Lin Mo serious? Taking a girl to smell fish?

This is practically a recipe for being single forever! What girl would turn down a French meal to step in a mud puddle?

Although I'm a fan of Lin Mo's looks, I'm now on Zhao Kuo's side. Going on a date to the market is just too much!

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments, all expressing the same sentiment that Lin Mo had gone too far this time.

Even the director covered his face backstage.

It seems Lin Mo's chances of winning this round are going to be in vain.

After all, these female guests, even if they are not from wealthy families, are still minor celebrities in this industry. Who can endure this kind of hardship?

"that……"

The first to break the silence was Lin Chacha, who had just been acting all cute and affectionate with Lin Mo.

She glanced at the paper with the pig's head drawn on it, her expression as if she had swallowed a fly.

Disdain, blatant disdain.

Although Lin Mo is currently very popular and has a lot of buzz.

but……

That's a farmers' market!

The ground was covered in black sewage, rotten vegetable leaves were everywhere, and there were those rude old ladies pushing and shoving each other.

If she goes, will she still want that limited edition dress she just bought?

And you have to get up at five o'clock?

What about her makeup? What about her beauty sleep?

"Brother Lin Mo, you're so funny."

Lin Chacha chuckled twice, then her body betrayed her by taking two steps closer to Zhao Kuo.

"I really want to go with you... but..."

"As you know, my feet are quite sensitive, and I'm not used to wearing flat shoes."

"The roads there are uneven, and if you twist your ankle, it will delay the recording of the show."

"And I have rhinitis, so I can't stand the smell of raw meat; it triggers my allergies."

The reasons they came up with were so grand and respectable.

After saying that, she picked up her own photo booth picture without any hesitation.

With a "snap".

It was pasted on Zhao Kuo's glittering gold display board.

"Brother Zhao Kuo, then I'll be asking you to take care of me tomorrow~"

Lin Chacha winked at Zhao Kuo, her voice sickeningly sweet.

Although Zhao Kuo originally intended to wait for Jiang Ruoyun to choose him, seeing Lin Chacha throw herself into his arms first greatly satisfied his vanity.

"no problem."

Zhao Kuo proudly raised his chin:

"Don't worry, Cha Cha, with me, there will only be red wine and flowers, and you will never smell any strange odors."

After saying that, he looked at Lin Mo again, his eyes practically overflowing with mockery:

"Brother Lin, it seems everyone here has good taste."

"There are some places that are really not suitable for dating."

"If you regret it now, it's not too late. I can get the restaurant to add an extra seat, and you can come and freeload a meal too?"

Faced with this wave of overwhelming attacks.

Lin Mo was not angry at all; on the contrary, he breathed a sigh of relief.

One's gone!

Very good!

That most troublesome green tea is finally gone!

He silently gave Lin Chacha a thumbs up in his heart: This rhinitis just happened at the right time!

Now, only one person is left.

All eyes in the room instantly focused on Jiang Ruoyun.

This is a true heiress from Beijing's elite social circle.

Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she frequented top-tier clubs and wore haute couture gowns.

Should I send her to the farmers' market?

That's a hundred times more absurd than sending Lin Chacha!

Even Zhao Kuo felt that this game was in the bag.

Although Jiang Ruoyun sometimes has a peculiar way of thinking, when faced with such a crucial choice (enjoyment or suffering), she would definitely choose Michelin!

"Ruoyun, come here."

Zhao Kuo extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner, a confident smile on his face:

"I've already had someone prepare your favorite vintage red wine for you."

"That kind of messy place doesn't suit your status."

Jiang Ruoyun stood there, clutching her own photo in her hand.

Her gaze wandered between the two display boards.

Michelin?

She's been eating it since she was a child, and she's long been tired of it.

Restaurants where you have to maintain a certain air and can't even make a sound while cutting meat would only give her a stomachache.

Moreover, Zhao Kuo's greasy face is disgusting to look at.

Her gaze slowly shifted to the right.

That simple A4 sheet of paper.

Those three crooked characters read "Vegetable Market".

And that pig's head, drawn in an extremely ugly-cute way.

"Gulp."

Jiang Ruoyun's throat moved.

She suddenly remembered a scene from her childhood when her grandfather secretly took her to the market.

The aroma of freshly fried dough sticks, the bustling cries of vendors, and the vibrant atmosphere of everyday life.

the most important is……

She remembered the lard noodles Lin Mo had made.

I remembered the window that had been repaired.

I remembered the bedtime story from last night, which was scary but very effective.

Following this man seems like... there will always be good food?

"that……"

Jiang Ruoyun suddenly spoke, her voice not loud, but it clearly carried throughout the entire room.

She ignored Zhao Kuo's hand, which was outstretched in mid-air.

He walked straight up to Lin Mo.

then.

He held up the photo in his hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The photo was pasted heavily next to the pig's head.

It even covered one of the pig's nostrils.

"I choose this one."

Jiang Ruoyun pointed to the three words "vegetable market" with a firm tone, as if she were signing a contract worth hundreds of millions.

The entire site was petrified.

Zhao Kuo's smile instantly cracked, his hand froze in mid-air, and he looked as awkward as a statue.

Lin Chacha's eyes widened as if she had seen an alien.

Even the live stream chat went silent for a brief moment.

【？？？？？？？？？？？】

[Holy crap? I didn't see that right, did I?]

[Jiang Ruoyun chose the farmers' market? Why not go to the farmers' market instead of a Michelin-starred restaurant?]

[Has this young lady been bewitched by Lin Mo?]

Is this what they call being love-struck? Willing to jump into a mud puddle for a man?

[Zhao Kuo: The clown is actually myself.]

The one who was most devastated was Lin Mo.

He stared at the picture of the pretty girl next to the pig's head, almost dropping his thermos.

"no……"

Lin Mo jumped up from the sofa, looking utterly incredulous.

"Young Miss, didn't you see clearly?"

"This is a wet market! A City Garden Market! Not a shopping mall!"

"It's dirty there!"

Lin Mo made a last-ditch effort, frantically trying to discredit his date location:

"The ground was covered in black mud; if you stepped on it, it would splatter all over your pants."

"And the fish-killing stalls, the blood and stench on the ground can make you lose your appetite for three days."

"There are also vendors selling live poultry; chicken feathers are flying everywhere, and they're clucking and squawking—it's so noisy!"

"Most importantly..."

Lin Mo pointed to the clock on the wall:

"We have to leave at five in the morning! Five o'clock!"

"The roosters hadn't even crowed yet!"

Are you sure you want to go?

He listed all the negative factors in an attempt to awaken the young lady's rationality.

You'd better back out now!

Go eat your Michelin-starred meal!

Stop torturing me!

however.

Faced with Lin Mo's barrage of threats.

Jiang Ruoyun simply blinked her innocent-looking big eyes.

She wasn't deterred by the descriptions of the filth and disorder.

instead……

He seemed to be pondering something more important.

A few seconds later.

Jiang Ruoyun raised her head, looked at Lin Mo seriously, and asked the question that shocked the entire internet:

"That……"

Do you have pork ribs?

Lin Mo was taken aback: "Huh?"

"I asked, do you have any fresh pork ribs at that market?"

Jiang Ruoyun pursed her lips, her eyes revealing a stubbornness unique to foodies:

"It's the kind of ribs that have cartilage attached but the meat is very tender."

"If there is..."

She paused, her voice suddenly softening slightly, tinged with anticipation:

"Do you know how to make sweet and sour dishes?"

Lin Mo: "..."

Zhao Kuo: "..."

Viewers across the internet: "..."

Hahaha! This is hilarious!

[Jiang Ruoyun: Don't tell me about how dirty and messy it is, I'm just asking if you have any spare ribs!]

[This focus is so unique! No wonder they're top-tier foodies!]

[Lin Mo: I've been talking about fish blood for ages, and all you've got on your mind is sweet and sour pork ribs?]

I'm totally shipping this couple! One of them is desperately trying to discourage people, while the other just wants to be a freeloader!

Lin Mo looked at the woman in front of him who had given up her "rich heiress persona" because of her stutter.

Totally desperate.

He slumped back onto the sofa, pulling his straw hat over his face.

"have."

"Yes, we have them all."

"If you're not afraid of being mistaken for a butcher's wife, then go ahead and follow along."

"What a tragedy..."

……

The next morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

A thin layer of mist still lingered in the air on the island.

The production crew's bus was already parked in front of the villa.

Lin Mo was wearing a gray hoodie, and still his usual baggy shorts and flip-flops.

He was carrying that woven shopping basket that he had used for who knows how many years.

He looked like he hadn't woken up yet, leaning against the car door and yawning.

"This woman definitely won't be able to get up."

"Wait five more minutes, or I'll leave."

Lin Mo glanced at his watch, still clinging to a sliver of hope.

After all, getting up at five o'clock is practically inhuman for young people these days.

however.

Just as the second hand was about to point to the hour.

"Da, da, da."

A series of crisp high heel clicks echoed from the villa's gate.

Lin Mo raised his eyelids.

next second.

His yawn was abruptly cut off.

Jiang Ruoyun emerged from the morning mist.

She wasn't wearing any sportswear or casual clothes.

Instead, she wore a white tweed haute couture suit from Chanel's latest collection, the tailoring of which perfectly accentuated her slender waist.

She wore a necklace of round Australian white pearls around her neck.

He was carrying a Hermès crocodile Birkin bag that was only the size of his palm.

The most dangerous thing is the ground beneath your feet.

Those were a pair of dazzling red CL high heels with heels at least eight centimeters high!

She looked like she was going to walk the runway at Paris Fashion Week or attend a royal banquet.

Exquisite.

luxurious.

And next to it was a dilapidated bus, and the vegetable market they were about to visit, filled with mud and rotten vegetable leaves...

It creates an extreme sense of dissonance that is enough to cause the visual nerves to rupture.

Lin Mo looked at the outfit and then at the shopping basket in his hand.

His lips twitched violently.

"Young...Young Miss."

"You're going to buy groceries..."

"Or should I ascend the throne?"