FWF Chapter 11 The Director Went Crazy: Lin Zhou, is it really necessary to cook instant noodles like th
Chapter 11 The Director Went Crazy: Lin Zhou, is it really necessary to cook instant noodles like th
"Lin Zhou! Hand over the stuff!"
Before Yan Min even entered the courtyard, his signature loud voice was already making a scene. Accompanied by the assistant director and two cameramen, he aggressively kicked open the already dilapidated fence gate, looking just like a security captain who had come to arrest a fugitive.
In his opinion, Lin Zhou definitely cheated.
The aroma was so strong and overpowering; it couldn't possibly be produced by just a few wild vegetables and flour. This kid must have secretly hidden some stock cubes, or cooked his secret stash of braised beef noodles!
"This season's theme is 'hard work and perseverance,' and your blatant act of eating prohibited food is unfair to the other guests!"
Yan Min rushed into the courtyard, her nose twitching wildly, her eyes fixed on the earthen stove like radar.
However, the next second, his roar stopped abruptly, like a male duck whose neck had been suddenly grabbed.
There was no instant noodle cup as expected, nor was there a torn-open hot pot base packaging bag.
At this very moment, on that dilapidated earthen stove, there are three large, rough porcelain bowls.
The noodles in the bowls, like golden threads, were neatly arranged in the clear broth, topped with two vibrant green fried wild vegetables, their golden crusts gleaming in the sunlight. Steam rose from the bowls, carrying an irresistible, complex aroma that seemed to steal one's soul.
Lin Zhou, holding chopsticks and preparing to serve Nuonuo noodles, lazily raised his eyelids when Yan Min rushed in:
"Director Yan, trespassing is illegal. What, are you still hungry and want some noodle soup?"
Yan Min approached the stove in disbelief, even dipping his finger into the residue from the flour bag—it was indeed the low-quality flour provided by the production team. He then looked at the oil jar—the pork cracklings were gone too.
"This...you really made this?"
Yan Min felt his worldview had been shaken. He stared at the bowl of noodles, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.
"Gulp."
The sound of swallowing was particularly loud in the quiet courtyard.
The high-definition camera faithfully recorded this scene: the infamous "devil director" Yan Min stared at a bowl of vegetarian noodles for the guest, looking as hungry as a homeless person who hadn't eaten for three days.
The chat in the live stream burst into laughter instantly:
"Hahaha! Yan Min, you've finally met your match!"
"Hilarious! The director himself came to debunk the fake, but ended up being so envious he cried."
"That sound is so realistic, it's making me hungry! Could you provide a link?"
"Lin Zhou's cooking skills are amazing. He can make wild vegetables look like a Manchu Han Imperial Feast. This gigolo is something else."
Lin Zhou looked at Yan Min with a half-smile: "Director, why don't you try some? I won't charge you, just give me back the phone I confiscated earlier."
Yan Min's face stiffened, reason struggling to overcome his appetite. He abruptly straightened up, maintaining his last shred of dignity with a stern expression:
"Nonsense! Do you think I'm the kind of person who can be bought off with a bowl of noodles? Since there's no rule against it, then... then you guys eat!"
After saying that, he turned and left as if fleeing, afraid that if he stayed even a second longer he would be unable to resist snatching the child's bowl.
After dismissing the production crew, Lin Zhou handed the chopsticks to Su Qingge, who was still in a daze.
"Eat up, big star. It'll get soggy if you don't eat now."
Su Qingge frowned, looking at the bowl of glistening noodles in front of her, her face full of resistance.
She's a female celebrity with almost obsessive demands for maintaining her figure. Carbohydrates are her nemesis, let alone high-calorie bombs made with lard and fried food.
"I won't eat it."
Su Qingge turned her head to the side. Although her stomach was protesting vehemently, she remained as stubborn as a rock. "This stuff is all carbohydrates and fats. If I eat it, my face will swell up like a pig's head tomorrow. I'll just drink some water."
"Isn't Mom eating?"
Nuonuo was already lying on the small stool, burying her face in a bowl that was bigger than her head. The little one didn't care about talking at all; her cheeks were puffed out like a little hamster as she slurped up noodles one bite after another, her mouth covered with golden soup.
"Mmm...it's so good! Mommy, it's super good!" Nuonuo mumbled, praising it, "Even better than Uncle Michelin's cooking!"
Seeing her daughter wolfing down her food, Su Qingge's defenses crumbled slightly.
Is it really that delicious?
The aroma seemed to have a mind of its own, relentlessly trying to penetrate her nose. Su Qingge felt as if her stomach was staging an armed uprising.
Just one bite.
She silently told herself, "I'll just take a sip, I won't swallow it, I'll give Lin Zhou some face, so he doesn't look too bad in the live stream."
So, Su Qingge picked up her chopsticks with demureness, carefully picked up a noodle, and put it into her mouth as if tasting poison.
The moment the noodles entered her mouth, Su Qingge's eyes widened in surprise.
Powerful! Smooth!
The noodles seemed to dance on her tongue, soaking up the delicious broth. With each chew, a rich wheat aroma mixed with the savory flavor of lard exploded in her mouth. Then, she took a bite of the fried wild vegetables.
"Snap!"
The crisp sound echoed in my head. The unique fragrance of wild vegetables neutralized the greasiness of the oil, and the rich layers of flavor made me want to cry.
What are carbohydrates? What are calories? What will make your face swell tomorrow?
To hell with them all!
Before Su Qingge's brain could even issue the "stop" command, her hand had already uncontrollably picked up another large chopstick.
One bite, two bites, three bites...
The viewers in the live stream stared in disbelief as the usually aloof and elegant diva, who was now eating without a care in the world, holding a large bowl and not even looking up. Her graceful eating manners had long been forgotten, leaving only the most primal desire for food.
"Slurp—"
The last bite of noodles was sucked into his mouth.
Su Qingge picked up the bowl with lingering relish, tilted her long neck back, and drank the last drop of soup clean.
"ha……"
She put down her bowl, let out a satisfied sigh, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose. Her originally pale face became rosy and beautiful, and she exuded a simple and honest air as if she had just finished eating.
It wasn't until she saw Lin Zhou's ambiguous smile that Su Qingge snapped out of her daze.
Done!
What just happened? I ate a whole bowl of noodles with lard? Not even a drop of soup?
"What? Didn't Empress Su only drink water?" Lin Zhou leaned against the stove, his tone so irritating it made one's teeth itch. "Looks like my cooking skills aren't too bad, I didn't poison you."
Su Qingge was so ashamed and indignant that she blushed and pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth, stubbornly insisting:
"I...I was just worried about wasting food! Besides, these wild vegetables are too oily, I'll use less oil next time!"
"Alright, alright, I'll make you boiled cabbage next time." Lin Zhou smiled and shook his head, not calling her out on it.
The system notification tone sounds at the appropriate time:
**[Ding! Pleasure points from Su Qingge +500! Congratulations, host, you have successfully conquered your wife's stomach with delicious food!]**
After the family of three had eaten and drunk their fill, the dilapidated house no longer seemed so unbearable.
Lin Zhou glanced at the scorching sun outside, then at the fully recovered Nuonuo, and clapped the flour off his hands:
"A hundred steps after a meal, and you'll live to ninety-nine. Come on, daughter, let's go visit some neighbors."
"Where are we going?" Nuonuo asked curiously, rubbing her round little belly.
Lin Zhou narrowed his eyes, looking at the most luxurious European-style villa in the center of the village, a playful smile curving his lips:
"Let's go see Uncle Lu Ming who's eating steak, and while we're at it... teach him what real life is all about."
Upon hearing that they were going out, Su Qingge immediately became alert: "Going to Lu Ming's? You're not just thinking of using the air conditioning, are you?"
Lin Zhou looked at her in disbelief:
"Trying to use the air conditioning? That's too narrow-minded, honey. I'm going to see if this top-tier hunk's steak is as delicious as my wild vegetable noodles."