Chapter 202 Female Simp in Farming Variety Show (10)

Chapter 202: The Female Devotee in the Farming Show (10)

"Hahaha, what’s image management? Nothing matters more than making sure the young master doesn’t go hungry!"

"Pei Chen: I’m sitting wherever the meat is!"

Pei Chen and Yi Yan’s back-and-forth got everyone laughing, while netizens grew even more curious—was the food really that delicious?

"Who knows who the chef in the cottage is? It looks so good, I can almost smell it through the screen!"

"Was the tea cake from last time also made by this chef…"

All footage involving Tang Qing had been edited out. Even when the guests occasionally mentioned her name, the editors cut it out.

To this day, viewers still had no idea that Tang Qing was the hidden master chef behind the scenes.

Just then, Tang Qing walked into the front hall carrying a platter of freshly cut fruit. "Just picked from the orchard. Dig in!"

Tang Qing’s hands were truly skilled. The fruit platter before them was carved into adorable little animal shapes, each one cute and ridiculously detailed.

Yi Yan instinctively poked the little rabbit in front of her and couldn’t help but marvel, "You made these yourself? That’s incredible."

"What’s this? A kitten?"

The camera quickly focused on the fruit platter, capturing the scene of a whole menagerie—not only was the carving superb, but Tang Qing’s color coordination was also perfect.

No wonder Yi Yan praised it. You wouldn’t even get plating this fancy at a five-star hotel!

After these past two days of interaction, the guests had completely changed their attitude toward Tang Qing.

If Tang Qing had once been an insignificant—even somewhat disliked—village nobody, she had now become a crucial NPC in the show. Not only did she assign them tasks, but she also had the power to decide if they ate well at all.

Bad food they could handle, but having such deliciousness right in front of them…

Nobody dared cross Tang Qing now!

For a moment, all the guests shared this silent agreement.

"Miss Tang, have you eaten yet?"

Nan Gongjing was the first to notice Tang Qing’s apron and spoke considerately, "You’ve been slaving away in the kitchen. If you haven’t eaten, join us."

Hearing this, Pei Chen immediately seized the opportunity!

He quickly pulled out a chair for Tang Qing like an overzealous lackey. "Sit here!"

Considering Tang Qing’s current status and culinary skills, Pei Chen’s expression was practically dripping with flattery. "Come on, come on, eat up."

She held the key to his future meals!

Tang Qing paused, ready to say no, when suddenly a pair of chopsticks appeared before her.

She looked up and locked eyes with Feng Xingzhou’s intense stare.

The guy who never went out of his way to talk to anyone was handing her chopsticks?

Since when was he this forward?

"Sit down. You’ve earned a break."

As soon as Feng Xingzhou spoke, the whole table sensed something odd.

Especially Guan Quan, the easygoing colleague who had worked with Feng Xingzhou before, couldn’t help but glance at the actor. "You’re in a good mood today?"

Having collaborated for half a year last time, Guan Quan knew very well that Feng Xingzhou was not one to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong.

Yet now, he was concerned about whether the cook was hungry?

"I suppose so." Feng Xingzhou replied indifferently, sliding an extra bowl toward Tang Qing. "Your cooking is delicious."

"Right, right! So good!" Speaking his exact thoughts, Pei Chen flashed a toothy grin at Tang Qing. "Hey~ If you’d told us you had this skill earlier, then from the start—"

"From the start what?"

"Then of course we would’ve—" Just as the words were about to spill out, Nan Gongjing, sensing what Pei Chen might say, calmly covered his mouth.

"Eat properly, talk less."

The refined gentleman’s smile remained unchanged as his gaze settled on the cook before him, speaking slowly, "He meant to compliment your cooking."

Tang Qing: "Oh."

The system chimed: "Detected Pei Chen’s Love Points increased. Current Love Points: 7."

"Detected Nan Gongjing’s Love Points increased. Current Love Points: 6."

"Detected Feng Xingzhou’s Love Points increased. Current Love Points: 9."

By the time it came to clearing the table, Young Master Pei jumped at the chance, scooped up the plates and bolted to the kitchen.

Unfortunately, a guy who’d never lifted a finger, within just a few minutes of entering the kitchen, came barreling out in a panic!

Soaked to the bone, leaving wet footprints with every step, he waved his arms like a madman yelling, "Quick, quick! The faucet’s broken!"

"Does anyone know how to fix a faucet?"

Following Pei Chen’s words, everyone faintly heard the sound of rushing water from the kitchen.

What a total disaster—how long had he even been in there?

"You did this?" Glancing at the faucet, which Pei Chen had jammed a rag into, water was still spraying everywhere.

"Well… who knew…"

Sheepishly, Young Master Pei mopped at his face, embarrassed. "I just turned it on, and it was like this."

"You’re built like an ox…" Nan Gongjing teased. "All brawn, no brains."

"What, coming for me now?" Muttering, Pei Chen had genuinely wanted to make up for the tea oil fiasco today…

Well, now there was no coming back from this.

As everyone stood there clueless about fixing the faucet and about to call the production crew for help, Tang Qing suddenly appeared, strode right into the kitchen and turned off the water valve.

"Next time something like this happens, remember to shut off the water valve first." Her cool demeanor was a sharp contrast with Pei Chen’s earlier panic. "There’s a toolbox above the fridge. Pass it here."

"This one?"

The words were barely out of Tang Qing’s mouth than a wrench materialized in front of her—Feng Xingzhou’s face suddenly inches away.

The man had a serious expression as he carefully examined the faucet in front of him. "The faucet's probably loose. Just needs tightening."

Tang Qing blinked in surprise. "You know how?"

"Yeah, played a plumber in a movie once..."

Moving naturally beside Tang Qing, Film Emperor Feng got to work on the faucet. In just a minute, he had already removed it.

"Pass me the wrench."

What should have been Tang Qing's task effortlessly became Feng Xingzhou's. Nobody would've guessed that the usually aloof Grand Film Emperor actually knew how to fix a faucet—and was downright handy at it.

The two worked in perfect sync—one handing tools, the other doing the work—creating an unexpectedly harmonious picture in front of everyone.

"Don't they look just like a married couple?" Fu Hui suddenly remarked, eyeing their close-knit figures.

Yi Yan nodded in agreement, huddling closer to murmur, "They really do."

They'd always seen Tang Qing as pathetic mud clinging desperately to Film Emperor Feng. But now, standing side by side, their silhouettes actually looked... right together.

Fu Hui smirked. "Seems our Film Emperor isn’t just a pretty face—he's actually got skills too..."

"Unlike some people who insist on showing off but can’t do a thing."

The barbed comment made Pei Chen’s face darken.

Considering Fu Hui’s age, Young Master Pei bit his tongue - no point arguing with an old woman.