136: Chapter 136 Clever Fans

[Holy crap! Chef Huang, you finally got what's coming to you!]

[Turns out Teacher He is the real master chef, I'm willing to call him the strongest!]

[Chef Huang's career has met its Waterloo. Whether it's spit plus boogers that's delicious, or vomit, let's wait and see!]

[Hahaha, Chef Huang deserves it, this is called karma!]

[I felt like throwing up at the time. Chef Huang was sneezing and picking his nose, but I didn't expect Teacher He to beat me to the punch and vomit first!]

[Who wouldn't vomit if Chef Huang shoved that hand into their mouth?]

These two were vomiting at each other!

Teacher He thought to himself: You deserve it!

Chef Huang thought to himself: Is this karma?

The vomiting was a messy, earth-shattering affair!

Crying while unable to stop the sorrow!

This move can only be described as wounding a thousand enemies while losing eighty thousand of your own!

The two went down together!

Forget 'Better Than Crab,' even 'Better Than Bullshit' couldn't save them now!

Seeing things had gotten out of hand, the Production Team quickly called for a doctor.

They found there was no food poisoning.

When asked for the reason, neither of them would speak, stubbornly keeping their mouths shut.

They wouldn't say a word even if it killed them!

If this got out, they'd lose all face!

If asked, they just said they suddenly felt unwell, and must have caught a cold.

Their rhetoric was so unified it was as if they had discussed it beforehand.

Though they had finished vomiting, the shadow of it would never leave them for the rest of their lives.

The moment they saw each other's faces, they wanted to throw up.

This is too much.

My head is poisoned!

However, they were so dazed from vomiting that they almost forgot they were recording a show, and it had already been livestreamed.

It could be said that the whole country knew about it.

The two also got new nicknames—

Huang Booger.

He Vomit-Vomit.

Huang Booger and He Vomit-Vomit were good friends. One day, while Huang Booger was cooking...

● Chen Yu's stall was bustling with activity.

Chen Yu was chatting with fans.

After a while, the old man came back.

"Kid, you lied to me! There was no one wearing yellow at all, and none of my stuff or money is missing!"

He had truly lost his mind!

Why didn't he check before leaving? He was too anxious, or perhaps this young man was just too good at lying.

Indeed, regardless of gender, the better-looking a person is, the more they lie!

Chen Yu: Old and ugly people are even better at lying.

His own cash box was locked; it was impossible for anyone to open it, and the keys were with him.

"Isn't that a good thing? Isn't it good that nothing was lost?" Chen Yu responded with a smile.

The old man took a moment to process this.

That makes sense!

No, wait, wait!

"The matter of you tricking me hasn't been settled yet. Pay me! I ran so far, you have to pay me for mental distress!"

"Are you sure? If I give it to you, would you dare take it?"

"I dare!"

What wouldn't I, an old man, dare to do!

"Well, I'm not giving it to you anyway," Chen Yu laughed.

The old man realized he had been played again!

Dammit!

Should people be bullied just because they're old?

"Look, someone's going to buy your stuff!" Chen Yu pulled the same trick twice.

The old man turned around—no one!

"You're tricking me again?!"

Chen Yu shook his head: "That person saw you weren't at the stall and left."

Chen Yu's expression was so serious that even the old man believed him.

"Is that really how it is?" He scratched his head.

He didn't have many hairs left.

"If you ask me, you should hurry back and watch your stall. Business will always pick up."

"Thanks!" The old man was quite polite, mainly because he felt Chen Yu was genuinely looking out for him.

But who would have thought...

"You're welcome. I lied to you," Chen Yu showed a standard smile.

The old man's CPU fried.

Is this right?

Which of his words were true, and which were lies?

Chen Yu: Tricking you is true; not tricking you is a lie.

The old man was dazed and went back to his stall.

His IQ was overdrawn; he couldn't even walk straight.

"Chen Yu, you're amazing!"

"If I had your EQ, even scammers would give me money."

Chen Yu said modestly: "Keep it low key."

Maybe it was just that the old man's level was too low.

Another old lady walked over: "Young man, you gave me the wrong change just now." She held some coins in her hand, trembling slightly.

"Ma'am, when did you come by?"

"Just now. Look, I gave you ten yuan. This one roasted sausage is three yuan—you should have given me seven yuan back. Look, there's only six here."

Chen Yu had no memory of this at all.

Because he hadn't served any elderly people.

Those who came were basically his fans; even children couldn't get a spot in line.

"Are you sure, Ma'am?"

"Look at what you're saying. At my age, would I lie over a single yuan? Would I have no shame?"

Su Lingyin frowned; she didn't remember it either, especially since she was the one handling the money.

"Chen Yu, no one used cash today," Su Lingyin said.

Chen Yu nodded to show he understood.

It was obvious now; she was here to take advantage of them. Specifically, just for one yuan—it was purely meant to be annoying.

The fans listened, curious to see how Chen Yu would handle it.

Some were thinking: Scold her!

[Uh, does this old lady even eat roasted sausages at her age?]

[Could she be here to scam money? But this is such a small amount to scam.]

[You don't understand. One yuan is little, but what about ten one-yuans, or a hundred one-yuans?]

The old lady was outraged upon hearing this and immediately retorted: "You little girl, you were the one who gave me the change just now. I still remember it."

"What flavor did you buy?" Chen Yu asked.

The old lady's eyes darted around: "I've forgotten."

How would she know if she hadn't bought one?

The outer layer of the Starch Sausage was roasted to a crisp, its aroma wafting through the air.

The old lady couldn't help but salivate.

It smelled too good!

"If you won't give me the change, just compensate me with a roasted sausage."

Chen Yu held a roasted sausage and praised: "It smells so good!"

"Do you think this sausage is tasty?"

The old lady answered subconsciously: "I haven't eaten it, how would I know?"

Chen Yu sneered: "Didn't you buy it? How could you have not eaten it?"

"I... I bought it for my grandson. Yes, that's it."

"Then call your grandson over and have him tell me if it's tasty."

"I..."

Where would she get a grandson?

Maybe it's because she'd done too many bad things.

"Let me tell you, our stall has a camera. Whether you've been here or not, we'll know with one look."

The old lady was startled to hear this.

Young people really have no sense of decorum!

Danger! Retreat!

In just a few words, Chen Yu found the loophole in her speech. Most importantly, there was a camera here.

And so, the old lady retreated promptly.

Chen Yu couldn't help but wonder, was it really worth it to scam someone for one yuan these days?

Old Lady: What do you know? One yuan per stall, a hundred stalls is a hundred yuan. Little bits add up; it's a business with no overhead.

Most young people don't care about a single yuan. To avoid unnecessary trouble, they basically just give it to her.

Sometimes she can hit the same stall several times.

These are all business opportunities.

"There are too many scammers these days. No matter the age, you must be careful when you go out. If something happens, find the police."

An old fan asked with a smile: "Can't we find you?"

"Finding me is useless, I only know how to sing," Chen Yu said, indicating he couldn't help.

"It's fine, you can sing for me nearby. In case the scammer gives the money to you as a tip, you can return it to me."

Chen Yu: "..."