135: Chapter 135 What Did I Eat?

So Chen Yu didn't feel guilty at all.

He was also just earning hard-earned money.

Yet he was still envied.

"You! You're bullying an old man like me!" The old man retorted, putting his hands on his hips and speaking in an unfriendly tone.

"How am I bullying you? You put your face against someone's hand and then say they slapped you?"

"This isn't how you fake an accident either."

"What's that idiom again? 'To be old and not die is to be a thief,' 'relying on old age to show off,' 'old and without support'...

Fans: Holy cow, Chen Yu is so cultured. If I had that vocabulary, I wouldn't have scored so low on my Chinese exam.

The old man was so angry he couldn't speak.

A fan next to him, eating a grilled sausage, said, "I was going to buy some of your braised food, but now it seems I'm afraid it might be poisoned!"

"Impossible! My braised food is definitely not poisoned!"

It's just that some 'technology and ruthlessness' were added. There's no other way; with the economy in decline, he can only cut some costs.

"I just went to look; the color clearly looks fake, and some of the colors shouldn't be from today, right?" A curious fan observed for a bit and then came back to say.

How could the old man admit it!

"That's because I used two different braising marinades! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

"I don't understand, so I won't buy it. Everyone heard it, if you don't understand, don't buy it. If you get diarrhea from eating it, they won't be responsible."

Truth be told, there's one thing that's right.

He really isn't responsible.

Once sold, no responsibility, small business, no after-sales service.

"Look, someone's stealing your stuff!" Chen Yu exclaimed, pointing at the other party's car.

"Who?! Put it back!" The old man turned around, but there was nothing!

"Where are they? You lied to me?"

"They all ran away, it'll be too late if you don't chase them now! It looks like they even took money! The one wearing yellow clothes."

When the old man heard this, he couldn't stand it.

"You just wait for me!" With that, he squeezed towards the distance. His eyesight wasn't good, and he couldn't see colors clearly from afar.

"You brat who stole money, stop right there!"

A fan asked, "Does someone really dare to steal money in broad daylight?"

Chen Yu answered with a chuckle, "I lied to him. I'm thinking of him; at his age, it's a good time to exercise."

The fan gave a thumbs up.

It has to be you!

You truly are Chen Yu!

Never takes a loss.

"Chen Yu, I want mine a bit more charred."

Chen Yu was in charge of grilling sausages, and Su Lingyin was in charge of selling buldak ramen.

The buldak ramen was pre-packaged, a small box for only three yuan.

One sausage is three yuan, one buldak ramen is three yuan. Question: How much does it cost to buy both together?

Of course, it's five yuan.

So most people bought the five-yuan combo.

In just half an hour, Chen Yu had already sold over two hundred yuan worth.

Money comes so fast!

"Alright, here you go."

"I want some too! I want some too!"

"I'll pay ten yuan, can I eat first?"

"Chen Yu, give me twenty!" A fan with business acumen had an idea.

Chen Yu immediately saw through his thoughts.

"Thinking of being a scalper?"

"Ahem, no, I just genuinely want to eat."

"It's best if that's the case. Some money is best not earned."

"Your words also reminded me. How about this, to let more people eat, each person can have a maximum of two portions."

Chen Yu's announcement was approved by the fans.

"Chen Yu is the best!"

"Otherwise, I was afraid I wouldn't get to eat!"

"Exactly, this might be the only time we can eat food made by a celebrity."

"Chen Yu, why don't you open a fried rice stall?"

Chen Yu responded, "Of course, it's because the startup funds aren't in place."

As the saying goes, even a clever housewife cannot cook without rice. Without money, Chen Yu couldn't conjure one out of thin air.

"I watched you on 'a beautiful life,' your fried rice looked so fragrant!"

"It's actually quite ordinary," Chen Yu said modestly.

"Then why did Teacher Ma Ying eat so much?"

"Uh, you don't understand." Chen Yu shook his head.

Child, you are still too young.

If there's one normal dish among a pile of dark cuisine, you'd probably eat even more of it.

It's better than starving, right!

"Is Huang Lei's cooking really that bad? I saw many dishes only being tasted once, and he doesn't even eat them himself."

Chen Yu didn't say anything, just smiled.

Quite accurate guess.

"Okay, even if you don't say it, I know, Teacher Huang Lei's cooking is too terrible."

Chen Yu showed a mysterious smile: "I didn't say anything, that's your own guess."

The fans also smiled wryly.

Chen Yu's answer was simply brilliant!

It was simply Jiang Miaozhu.

Huang Lei: "Achoo!"

"Who's thinking of me?"

He Zhi asked with concern, "What's wrong, Teacher Huang? Do you have a cold? Should we go to the hospital?"

He Zhi was eager to get rid of Huang Lei, simply because his cooking skills were becoming increasingly 'perfected'.

The dark cuisine was getting darker and darker.

The original intention of the show was for people to relax, but now it has turned into a trial.

He Zhi didn't say much, just prayed repeatedly, Huang Lei, go to the hospital!

Go to the hospital!

Please!

Go see a proctologist, maybe your taste buds are having problems.

Then go see an orthopedist, maybe there's a thorn growing in your head.

In short, give old He some buffer time!

His stomach and taste buds really couldn't take it anymore.

Huang Lei: "I'm fine, I'm perfectly well, I'm going to cook for you all now!"

Everyone partied until early morning yesterday, so they woke up quite late today.

He Zhi sighed.

No hope!

Living is too hard!

Immediately after, he discovered that something even harder than living was—

Watching Chef Huang cook.

"Achoo!"

A sneeze shot directly into the dish.

He Zhi's facial features almost ran away from home; this could no longer be described as mere disgust.

The most disgusting part was that he acted as if nothing happened, wiped his snot and saliva, and then used that hand to touch the meat, giving it a full body massage.

"Ugh!" He Zhi was utterly disgusted.

"What's wrong, Teacher He?"

"It's nothing, nothing, maybe just feeling a bit unwell."

"Phew, it's good that you're fine. I was wondering if you were pregnant," Huang Lei said something startling.

He Zhi glared at him fiercely: "You're the one who's pregnant!"

"Just kidding, don't be angry." Huang Lei wasn't worried about He Zhi getting angry.

Because Teacher He is a good person, all the national audience knows it!

"Heat the wok, pour in the oil!"

Huang Lei's nose was a bit itchy, so he picked it, and Teacher He's sharp eyes saw a small booger fly out.

Where did it land?!

It couldn't be...

In the pot, right?!

He Zhi rolled his eyes, almost fainting.

Huang Lei looked, and this was serious!

"Teacher He! Teacher He!"

"Someone, quick! Teacher He is collapsing!"

Huang Lei rushed over, as fast as he could, and immediately pressed He Zhi's philtrum with the hand that had just been stained with saliva and picked his nose.

Accidentally, he pressed it into his mouth.

At that moment!

Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, salty!

And a bit greasy!

And the metallic taste of blood!

"Ugh!" He Zhi was utterly disgusted.

Splash!

He Zhi threw up!

It was a complete mess.

He even choked in the middle, spewing it out, and it landed directly into Chef Huang's wide-open mouth.

Due to gravity, the liquid flew to his throat, and Huang Lei subconsciously made a swallowing motion.

No time to savor it.

At that moment.

Chef Huang also started throwing up!

"What did I eat?" Huang Lei's mind collapsed.

The audience burst into laughter.