24: Chapter 24: Severed Finger, Major Live Broadcast Accident?

Although Lin Mo and Chen Wenwen were flustered over on their side, they were managing to push forward anyway.

In contrast, over on Zhou Yichen and Su Qing's side...

The whole vibe was completely off.

Su Qing stood alone in front of the prep station with a pile of ingredients in front of her, lowering her head and intently cutting something.

Although her proficiency was no different from Lin Mo's, at least she was genuinely trying.

Look at Zhou Yichen, on the other hand.

He stood two steps behind Su Qing with his hands in his pockets, looking left and right. For a moment he walked over to the fridge, pulled it open to take a peek, and then sauntered over to the stove to take a glance.

He just wouldn't lift a finger.

To be precise, he wanted to start working, but found it too dirty.

Throughout the entire process, he was like a leader inspecting work, wandering around the kitchen with his hands behind his back without touching any ingredients.

In the live stream room, the camera dedicated to them had bullet comments that were completely exploding.

"I am dying of laughter hahahaha is he here to act as a taskmaster???"

"The vibe of a leader inspecting"

"Su Qing is busy all by herself, and he just watches like this?"

"No, the least he could do is help out, even washing some vegetables would be fine"

"What do you guys know! My idol is observing, okay! You have to understand the ingredients before cooking! This is professional, okay!"

"Observing? What is he observing? Observing whether the ingredients grew legs?"

"Dead, Zhou Yichen's fans can spin anything"

"What on earth did my idol do to you guys? He didn't do anything wrong! He just hasn't started doing anything yet!"

"I really admire the spin-doctoring level of Zhou Yichen's fans"

The bullet comments descended into chaos.

However, Zhou Yichen's fans were indeed fiercely combative. Under their intense protests and comment spamming, the mocking bullet comments finally decreased a bit.

Zhou Yichen also seemed to realize something.

He stood by the stove, looked at Su Qing's busy back, then looked at the camera lens set up beside them, and finally made a move.

"Su Qing, let me help you chop some vegetables."

Su Qing raised her head and smiled gently at him.

"Alright, then you can help me chop this onion, and I'll chop this carrot."

Zhou Yichen nodded, walked up to the cutting board, and picked up an onion.

He turned it over and over in his hands, then picked up the knife, took a deep breath, and began to cut.

With the first cut, the onion was sliced in half, and the cut surface was fairly even.

The corners of Zhou Yichen's mouth curved up slightly.

"Tch, this isn't even that hard."

He continued to cut, slicing it piece by piece. Although his movements were slow, he was indeed doing it.

However, by the time Zhou Yichen cut to the third piece, his eyes began to sting.

But he didn't care at all until his eyes grew increasingly sore and tears began to well up.

Despite this, he still didn't stop.

Are you kidding, could he stop? Wasn't this a great opportunity to play the victim and act pathetic? He had to gain at least a little bit of sympathy from the fans.

But as he cut, a sudden wave of pain came from his fingers.

...

"Ah!!!!!!"

A shrill, miserable scream suddenly resounded across the entire scene, startling everyone into a shudder.

Xu Hao was tossing the wok, and with a shake of his hand, the wok dropped straight to the ground, scattering potatoes everywhere and leaving him dumbfounded.

"My potatoes!!!!"

On the other side, Lin Mo was pouring eggs into the wok, similarly frightened by the sound, causing his wrist to jerk.

Then he fell silent.

Half of the egg liquid was at the bottom of the wok, and the other half was at the bottom of the stove. So where should he stand? Under the car or on top of the car?

Not long after, Su Qing's voice came over, laced with a crying tone.

"Someone come! Quick, someone come! Save Yichen! His, his finger was severed!!!"

Hearing this, everyone was startled, and the scene instantly became a complete mess.

The staff rushed up, and the cameraman hoisted the machine and ran in that direction.

Director Zhou was even more frightened, instantly revving up his V8 engine and catapulting straight from behind the monitor.

Everyone else also crowded toward Zhou Yichen's side.

The netizens in the live stream room also exploded at this moment.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! What's going on?!"

"Finger severed??? Did I hear that right???"

"Real or fake? Live stream accident???"

"This show isn't going to be suspended, is it?"

"Oh god Yichen!! Idol, are you alright! Wuwuwu"

"Bless us, bless us, Idol Yichen must not get into trouble"

The bullet comments flew by like lightning, and the number of online viewers directly soared to a new height at this moment.

Everyone was waiting for a result.

Shortly after, everyone squeezed next to Zhou Yichen, and then fell silent.

In the corner of the kitchen, a few crookedly cut onion slices were scattered across the cutting board.

Zhou Yichen leaned against the edge of the prep station, clutching his right hand with his left hand, his whole body slightly hunched over, and the expression on his face...

Um, how should I put it, looked like he had experienced some massive trauma, and tears were still flowing in streams.

Su Qing stood beside him, covering his eyes with one hand and gently patting his back with the other, constantly murmuring.

"Don't cry, don't cry, it's fine, it's fine, Yichen, don't look. If you don't look, it won't hurt."

Her voice was still trembling, and she looked even more nervous than Zhou Yichen himself.

The staff had already rushed up, and a young man anxiously shouted, "Teacher Zhou! Where are you hurt? Let me see!"

Zhou Yichen stretched out his hand. His index finger was wrapped in a tissue, and there was indeed a small red mark on the tissue.

The staff member carefully peeled back the tissue, and everyone instinctively leaned over to look.

Then the air instantly froze.

That so-called wound was about two millimeters long, a shallow little cut that had only oozed a tiny drop of blood.

That's right, it oozed a drop of blood that was just dried up by the tissue; any longer and it would have healed completely.

The scene was dead silent.

Lin Mo stood behind the crowd, tiptoed to take a look, then silently withdrew his gaze and twitched the corners of his mouth.

His eggs! Just like that, they were gone.

Xu Hao had originally looked full of tension, but after poking his head over to take a look, he also fell silent.

His beans! They were gone too!

Over on the director's team side, Director Zhou had already taken out his phone and was ready to dial 120, with his finger pressing on the dialing key.

As a result, upon seeing that wound, his expression changed from terror to speechlessness, not knowing what to say.

In the live stream room, the direction of public opinion quietly changed.

"Just this???????"

"I am fucking dying of laughter, this is called a severed finger???"

"Su Qing, are you serious? What are you crying for?"

"Hahaha with that miserable scream Zhou Yichen let out just now, I really thought his hand was gone"

"A two-millimeter wound screamed with the posture of an amputation, truly an all-around star! I give this acting full marks"

"Weren't the fans heartbroken just now? Come, come, come, take a look at your idol's severe injury"

"This can also make tears fall? The mosquito bite bumps on Laozi are bigger than yours"

The bullet comments were overwhelmingly mocking, though of course there were also fans desperately defending him.

"What do you guys know? The ten fingers are connected to the heart! Cutting your finger really hurts!"

"Exactly, wouldn't your fingers hurt if you got cut?"

"Indeed, if my idol got a two-millimeter wound, I would at least have an IV drip for him for three days"

"Are you serious, upstairs"

The bullet comments dissolved into a chaotic argument.

But the scene presented an awkward situation.