Chapter 199: The Female Simp in the Farming Variety Show (7)

Chapter 199: The Female Admirer in the Farming Variety Show (7)

No one knew what ingredients Tang Qing had added to the pastries, or perhaps Pei Chen was simply too hungry.

In any case, the moment Feng Xingzhou stepped into the front hall, Pei Chen, like a dog tracking a scent, immediately edged closer to the actor.

"Food?"

"She gave it to you?"

His eyes wide with disbelief, Pei Chen blurted out without thinking, "Feng Xingzhou, did you get special treatment?"

"What did you have to do to get this?"

What kind of question was that?

The renowned actor frowned and replied, "No."

"I—"

Just as he was about to explain how he got the food, Fu Hui floated over like a hungry ghost, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the pastries in Feng Xingzhou's hand.

"Of course, it had to be your good looks."

"Your looks really come in handy..."

Barely holding onto her manners, Fu Hui didn’t snatch the pastries outright, but her eyes remained glued to them, unable to look away.

It smelled so good...

The spacious front hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional stomach growls.

In the end, Feng Xingzhou played nice and gave each of them a piece.

What Tang Qing had given him were tea cakes.

Shaped like peach blossoms, with a soft, sticky outer layer and a subtle fragrance of tea, each bite filled the mouth with a delicate tea fragrance.

Fu Hui had thought that, in her ravenous state, she would devour it mindlessly. Yet, after the first bite, she suddenly didn’t want to rush eating it.

It was so delicious!

She’d had tea cakes before, but never one as fresh and tender as this.

Sweet without being overwhelming, with the faint tea flavor blending perfectly into the soft, chewy texture.

Since when was Tang Qing this skilled?

The others shared Fu Hui’s thoughts. Ye Yunyun was the most exaggerated, taking tiny bites of her piece of tea cake as if savoring some rare delicacy.

"So good..."

Without thinking, she sighed and turned her gaze to Feng Xingzhou. "Feng Xingzhou..."

It was obvious what she wanted to say. Feng Xingzhou shut her down right away. "There’s no more."

"Seriously, no more?"

Fu Hui also looked disappointed. "The mighty actor’s charm only scored us this much?"

Feng Xingzhou: "..."

"Do you believe me if I say I didn't use a charm offensive?"

The next day.

All the guests were feeling the aftereffects of tea-picking. After bending over for so long, Pei Chen felt like his back was split in two overnight—every pore from head to toe ached terribly!

And to make matters worse, they were starving to death, with no breakfast in sight.

"What a garbage show! I must’ve lost my damn mind coming here..." At this moment, the young master Pei Chen had turned into a miserable mess, his hair a total rat’s nest as he searched the room for pain-relief ointment, nothing like the easygoing vibe from before.

"Hahaha, back pain’s the great equalizer!"

"How many is this now? Waking up howling like a stuck pig..."

"Lowkey feel bad for the rich kid—he’s getting a lifetime’s worth of suffering in one shot."

The chat was full of ‘LOLs’. The netizens had pitied the guests for their workload the day before, but after seeing them enjoy the tea cakes—which seemed absolutely delicious...

With such mouthwatering food in front of them, the hate died down, replaced by jealousy.

"Ugh, I Googled that snack last night—as a northerner, I've never seen anything like it."

"My mouth’s watering—looks bomb!"

"Now that they’re eating good, my sympathy’s gone lol..."

When Pei Chen went downstairs, he happened to run into Tang Qing.

Today, she had changed into another traditional robe. This time, Pei Chen could see clearly—it was made of satin, with a glossy sheen that brightened even her plain village-girl face.

"Morning."

He greeted her sluggishly, still sulking over how Tang Qing had given Feng Xingzhou special treatment the night before. He muttered under his breath, "Some people are just so two-faced..."

"Acting all distant in public but sneaking their fave extras behind the scenes."

His words carried an insinuation. Tang Qing, who had been walking, stopped in her tracks. "Did Feng Xingzhou tell you I gave him special treatment?"

Pei Chen puffed up like a pissed-off pufferfish. "Like he needed to!"

"Don’t you just like Feng Xingzhou?"

"Otherwise, why would you give food only to him?"

It seemed the great actor Feng had played the generous benefactor last night—starving himself but still sharing the food with this guy in front of her...

Quickly piecing together what had happened, Tang Qing smiled faintly. "You're right."

"I do admire someone like Actor Feng—hot *and* polite."

"Playing favorites? Obviously."

Wait, what’s *that* supposed to mean?

That I’m ugly and rude?

Just as he was about to explode, Tang Qing suddenly handed him something—a small jar that looked like ointment.

All his anger came to an abrupt halt. Pei Chen asked, "What's this?"

"Your back hurting?" The person opposite spoke slowly. "Use this as a heat compress before sleeping."

One moment they were in a heated argument, and now faced with Tang Qing's sudden kindness, Pei Chen suddenly became awkward.

His face flushed red, his tough act faltered as he muttered, "Who told you my back hurts?"

Tang Qing: "It doesn't?"

"The way you walked downstairs just now looked like a crab..."

Pei Chen: ...

In the end, he still accepted Tang Qing's unexpected goodwill. The prideful young man hung his head and mumbled a quiet, "Thanks."

"Hmph, even if you're sucking up to me... I won't help you chase Feng Xingzhou!"

What kind of crazy idea was this guy imagining?

The system rolled its eyes and whispered, "His Love Points increased, now at 3."

"But this guy must be clueless. No matter how much he racks his brain, it never occurs to him that you might be nice to him because you like him?"

The seven reassembled, all uniformly clutching their lower backs.

"Sister Fu, my back hurts so much..." Yi Yan groaned beside Fu Hui. After all the hard work yesterday, she hoped the show would go easier and let them rest longer today. Never expected they'd be hauled downstairs early again.

"Mine too."

At fifty-plus and completely exhausted, Fu Hui's face, rumored to have cost hundreds of thousands in cosmetic treatments, looked completely drained.

"What's the task this time?"

As they chatted among themselves, Tang Qing appeared slowly.

Unlike their disheveled states, they all noticed with surprise that the weather-beaten redness on Tang Qing's face seemed to have faded a bit...

Plus, with her change of attire these past two days, the country bumpkin look about her had vanished.

The long gown was an uncommon choice, but on Tang Qing, it looked surprisingly suited her.

"Today's task is to 'kill-green' the tea leaves."

"Kill-green"?

Hearing the keyword, Fu Hui blurted out, "What?"

"The show's over? We're done filming?"

"Why wasn't I informed?"

Hearing this, Nan Gongjing couldn't help laughing, "She means frying the tea."

"Frying tea is also called kill-green."

Revealing her ignorance right away, Fu Hui chuckled awkwardly, "Oh... got excited for nothing..."

"Thought the suffering was over." Her cosmetically enhanced face twitched slightly as her expression turned miserable again.