Chapter 201 Female Simp in Farming Variety Show (9)

Chapter 201 The Farming Show's Female Doormat (9)

A 200-degree oil wok—if anyone were truly exposed to that thick white smoke, it would absolutely cause burns!

None of them had ever cooked before, and for a moment, they froze in panic.

Tang Qing reacted the fastest!

With her left hand, she pulled Nan Gongjing back, while her right hand swiftly grabbed the wok lid and covered the oil-filled wok!

As they brushed past each other, time seemed to freeze—Nan Gongjing caught a clear glimpse of Tang Qing’s eyes.

It turned out, this unassuming village girl actually had such beautiful eyes.

Nan Gongjing struggled to describe Tang Qing’s gaze—her pupils were too bright, clear and pure.

Though he’d met many women, only now did he realize Tang Qing’s eyes were the clearest of them all…

"What are you looking at?"

Before he could recover, Tang Qing’s voice sounded in his ear again, "It’s fine now. You can let go now."

That’s when he realized that, out of nervousness, he had been gripping Tang Qing’s clothes the entire time!

Nan Gongjing immediately straightened up, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Thanks."

"I froze up just now. Good thing you reacted fast."

Pei Chen also came over at this point. The young master, probably aware that he’d messed up, looked uncharacteristically guilty—something rare for his usually fearless face—and said to Nan Gongjing, "Sorry, I didn’t mean to."

"Pei Chen…"

"I’m starting to wonder if you’re just jealous of my face," Nan Gongjing snapped at the culprit. "That was too close—I almost got disfigured."

Pei Chen mumbled guiltily, "Was it really that bad…"

"You’re overreacting."

Tang Qing spoke up then, "It was."

"That oil is scalding hot. You should keep better control of your items in the future."

"Throwing things into someone else’s wok like that isn’t exactly normal."

Though Tang Qing’s tone was calm, her words hit harder than Nan Gongjing’s.

Pei Chen, still grumbling, apologized to the victim again, "My bad, sorry."

"Nan Gongjing, name your price—I’ll give you anything!"

"No need," Nan Gongjing replied. "Just stay away from me."

After this incident, Pei Chen wisely switched positions. Following Tang Qing’s instructions, the young master proceeded with even greater caution this time, not even blinking as he finally managed to pour the tea oil into the wok properly.

"Lightly shake your palm and press it against the tea leaves."

"Hold for just a second."

"Repeat the motion, but be mindful of the wok’s temperature."

Tang Qing guided them step by step, unhurried. Slowly, they got better at frying the tea, and except for a few burns at first, they were actually getting the hang of it.

"I can already smell the Longjing tea!" Ye Yunyun exclaimed excitedly. "Am I doing this right, Teacher?"

"Yes, you're doing very well."

Hearing Tang Qing praise her for the first time, Ye Yunyun was overjoyed. "That's great! This is my first time frying tea—I never thought I'd succeed!"

Cradling her freshly fried Longjing tea, she couldn't help but admire it with satisfaction.

"Put the finished tea here," Tang Qing said, bringing out a winnowing basket. "The next step is rehydration."

As soon as the basket landed in front of Pei Chen, the young master instinctively took a step back.

"What?"

"I worked so hard to fry this—you're not giving it to me?" Hugging his little stash of tea leaves, Pei Chen couldn't bear to part with them.

Not just Pei Chen—the others weren’t about to give theirs up either.

Seeing their puppy-dog eyes, Tang Qing paused for half a second before relenting. "Fine, there are jars over there. You can pack them and take them back."

Pei Chen bolted over first!

He packed his tea like it was gold dust, terrified of losing even a single leaf.

His unusually serious demeanor had the live chat rolling with laughter:

"Never seen Pei Chen so serious before."

"At first: No, I can't do this; now: Hands off my tea!"

"Hahaha, this is hilarious—right now, tea is more important than life itself!"

This time, all seven guests finally completed their task. When they were informed that dinner would be provided that night, their faces lit up instantly, and even their sore backs felt better!

Truly, back when they got meals every day, they never realized how precious they were.

But now, a dinner they’d worked for tasted way better.

"Is there any of yesterday's tea cake left?" Yi Yan piped up timidly. "That... the one from yesterday was really good."

"Yeah, yeah! Any more of that tea cake?"

"Today we all finished the task—you can’t play favorites with Feng Xingzhou again!" As if suddenly remembering something, Pei Chen blurted out, totally missing Feng Xingzhou’s awkward look.

"I didn't give him special treatment."

"Yesterday, he came back with more tea leaves he’d picked. He passed the test." Explaining the origin of the food, Tang Qing glanced at Feng Xingzhou. "You did a great job frying your tea—the color’s perfect too."

Being praised so openly by Tang Qing, Feng Xingzhou felt a strange, private thrill.

It was odd—he’d won tons of awards, but none ever hit like this.

But when Tang Qing's approving gaze met his... it was as if something had abruptly struck him, stirring up feelings he couldn’t name.

Fu Hui was the first to notice Feng Xingzhou's unusual behavior and spoke up directly, "Huh? Why are you blushing?"

"Feng Xingzhou, this is the first time I’ve seen your ears turn red..."

"Not bad, no wonder we didn’t see you yesterday. Turns out you were sneaking off to practice in the tea garden."

Aunt Fu kept teasing, and with every word, Feng Xingzhou’s ears grew redder.

*Ding!* The system chimed in: "Detected Feng Xingzhou's Love Points increase. Current Love Points: 6."

Tang Qing prepared a few comfort food dishes for dinner tonight. As soon as she brought the food to the table, everyone noticed something unusual—

It smelled amazing!

It wasn’t an illusion—it smelled even better than anything they’d eaten before!

Pei Chen was the first to go for it. The moment the fried meatball touched his tongue, his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

How could it be this delicious?!

Realizing this, Pei Chen immediately scooped up a few more meatballs into his bowl, guarding against food thieves...

"Did we get a new chef?" Ye Yunyun asked in surprise. She had tasted Tang Qing’s cooking before, but it never hit this hard before.

"Probably not. I just saw her working alone in the kitchen," Nan Gongjing replied. Though the handsome man ate elegantly, he was inhaling that rice—he was already on his second bowl of rice.

"It’s so delicious, better than any chef I’ve ever had!" Yi Yan, who came from a girl group and was usually strict about her diet, was throwing her diet out the window. The food was simply irresistible.

She couldn’t stop herself from reaching for those sinful carbs, all while keeping an eye on Pei Chen beside her—this human vacuum cleaner was too fast! Several times, the food she had her eyes on was snatched away by him.

"Pei Chen, slow down!" Yi Yan couldn’t hold back as she watched him swipe another slice of beef she had wanted. "Save some dignity..."

Pei Chen: "Not being food-driven is a character flaw."

Wolfing down food, Pei Chen leaned closer to Yi Yan. "You tapping out yet?"

"If you are, let’s switch seats. Your real estate's looking more nutritious..."