Chapter 302: The “demons Dancing Wildly” Program Team
Tan Yue was stunned, looking at Sister Shang hesitantly: “Being… being praised by a big star like President Chi… doesn’t that prove we have a good relationship? Why would that make her sad?”
Sister Shang was silent for two seconds before nodding in realization: “Yeah, you’re right.”
“Tonight I’ll just poison him and do what others didn’t dare to.”
Tan Yue: “…”
“Come on, come on, what are you looking at? Get moving.”
Over here, because Chi Ye used his popularity to pressure, Teacher Yang Zi was forced to compromise and still couldn’t turn this empty space into the “dream study room” he mentioned.
Wang Chuxing had already started moving, Tan Yue went into the kitchen to help, Sister Shang was quite useless but proactively went to wash vegetables, while Sister Qianzi silently checked the rice cooker’s manual.
Hmm, she didn’t know how, but she was willing to learn.
Only Aunt Mao and Zheng Chunchun hadn’t moved yet. Chi Ye glanced at them and waved his hand: “Aunt Mao, won’t you go in and show off your skills?”
Aunt Mao glanced at him, surprisingly didn’t retort, but nodded calmly instead, putting on an air of a senior: “Then I’ll go in and take a look. Although I don’t cook at home, I do occasionally cook myself.”
Chi Ye didn’t pay attention to the contradictions in Aunt Mao’s own words, because it was obvious without thinking that the old man must have seen the super high popularity of the program’s just-launched broadcast, as well as some negative reviews about himself.
This was trying to make amends.
Aunt Mao saw Chi Ye didn’t respond, feeling a bit dissatisfied. The main reason she was still willing to talk to Chi Ye now was because she learned from the earlier relationship and the assistant’s WeChat messages… this Chi Ye…
This Chi Ye was even more popular than imagined!
She came to this program to become popular again. If she could create some “wooden CP” with Chi Ye, wouldn’t that be awesome?
Unfortunately, Chi Ye had now experienced all sorts of storms, and honestly… the popularity-riding tactics of these people in internal entertainment circle were really not up to par.
Not even as good as a single hair from his past self!
Aunt Mao entered the kitchen, leaving only Chi Ye, Teacher Yang Zi, and Zheng Chunchun in the living room.
Meanwhile, Teacher Yang Zi was still selecting ingredients, while Zheng Chunchun poured herself a cup of coffee from the program team sponsor and elegantly took a sip.
Chi Ye stared at her.
Zheng Chunchun: “?”
Sister Chunchun looked back. She originally didn’t want to pay attention to Chi Ye, but considering his popularity, she proactively asked: “What’s up?”
“What do you think?”
Zheng Chunchun: “?”
Chi Ye waved his hand: “Don’t just stand there idle. Go pour me a cup too.”
Zheng Chunchun: “…”
What kind of person is this! What kind of person!!
She glanced at the side camera, gritted her teeth, and stood up: “Add milk?”
“Can I add poison?”
“…”
“You’re really going to pour it?” Seeing Zheng Chunchun determined to “pour coffee” for him, Chi Ye inwardly sighed at her determination to ride his popularity, and could only wave his hand: “Go help in the kitchen. No helping, no dinner.”
Zheng Chunchun: “There are so many people in the kitchen, I don’t know how to do anything, there’s no room to stand.”
Chi Ye: “Then just stand at the doorway and watch.”
Zheng Chunchun was utterly confused: “Why?”
Chi Ye said frankly: “That way I’ll feel a bit better.”
Zheng Chunchun: “……You’re so annoying.”
Hmm?!
Director Li, who had been filming their interaction with shining eyes, heard this and his eyes instantly lit up like laser cannons with two “lasers”—damn, Zheng Chunchun, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for, just now!
But the next moment.
“But I just like annoying guys.”
After Zheng Chunchun said that, she left behind a baffled Chi Ye and dumbfounded program team members, and really went to the kitchen doorway to “watch.”
Chi Ye: “…”
Director Li: “…”
“Is this Chi Ye’s current strength?”
The person next to him shook their head: “This is too real…”
“No, like this, there’s no feud points.”
Another program team planner frowned: “Chi Ye has such high star power now, hardly anyone in the program dares to confront him directly… what’s the point? It doesn’t achieve that Jian Ni effect.”
“Could it be… Teacher Huang? Which episode is Teacher Huang coming in? Can we do a surprise attack this episode?”
Director Li was silent for two seconds, his gaze turning to Aunt Mao who was now in the kitchen acting like a big shot, simply rinsing rice and steaming it, then doing no more work.
“There are candidates… I hope Aunt Mao isn’t so snobbish and can maintain that attitude from before the cameras rolled.”
Everyone: “…”
……
Aunt Mao didn’t maintain her arrogant demeanor, at least not now. She stayed in the kitchen for about ten minutes but perfectly regained her former “status” and “state” in the internal entertainment circle.
“This stir-fried meat isn’t done like this. You clearly don’t know how to cook.”
“If you don’t know how, just say you don’t. Why lie? Do you want everyone to go hungry with you?”
“Sigh, nowadays’ young people, really…”
Tan Yue and Wang Chuxing were lectured until their faces were flushed red.
The two were already nervous during this recording, and now with Aunt Mao suddenly changing her education target, they were even more tense, making frequent mistakes. Tan Yue was clearly the type of girl who never touches spring water, and just now almost poured water into the pan as oil.
This gave Aunt Mao the perfect “handle.” She stood in the kitchen with hands on hips and began her “elderly lecturing.”
The program team watched, clenching their fists tightly—just like that! Aunt Mao! My god, you came for this effect, you really didn’t disappoint!
Aunt Mao clearly didn’t notice the program team’s “good intentions.” She was the type of female pervert; even though older now, like Grandmother Mao in her youth, she went full force against same-sex but was infinitely lenient toward tender fresh meat like Wang Chuxing that could squeeze out water.
Before the program started, she was just habitually putting on airs, genuinely indifferent toward Tan Yue, but toward Wang Chuxing, there was a bit of “give a stick then a sweet date” intention.
“Oh, it’s okay, Xingxing… you don’t mind me calling you that, right?”
“N-no… I don’t mind.”
Wang Chuxing looked at the age spots on Aunt Mao’s arms, then at her heavy makeup like a corpse from the morgue, swallowed hard, got goosebumps all over, and said awkwardly and uncomfortably: “You can call me whatever.”
“You child.”
Aunt Mao smiled broadly, her facial wrinkles unfolding a bit, leaving Zheng Chunchun at the doorway baffled—isn’t it, auntie, what are you doing?
Has she seen fresh meat and can’t walk away?
“Why does just watching this feel like sexual harassment?”
Chi Ye happened to pass by, saw this scene, and couldn’t help reminding: “Didn’t you just pour oil in the pan? Aunt Mao, no need to rush. Come back when it’s short on oil.”
Aunt Mao: “?”
Wang Chuxing turned pale with fright.
“Xiao Chi…”
“Wait, don’t call me Xiao Chi.”
The moment Chi Ye heard this address, he instantly felt a chill.
Sister Shang, who had finished her tasks, looked up, glanced at Aunt Mao, then at Chi Ye, and spoke: “Sister Mao, don’t call him Xiao Chi.”
Aunt Mao felt choked up. Chi Ye had repeatedly embarrassed her, and now even nitpicking her form of address!
What kind of man is this?
She said displeased: “Why? I heard you call him that.”
Sister Shang paused, then said faintly: “It brings misfortune.”
Aunt Mao: “?”
Shi Jinwei pursed her lips, thinking to herself, can you compare to her?
Sigh, so boring. Has Chi Ye grown distant from me?
After recording for hours, he hadn’t proactively said more than a few words total.
Sister Qianzi’s mood was very complicated now, feeling she desperately needed the little assistant, like the West without Jerusalem.
“Need someone to move the table. Qian… Teacher Shi, come on.”
At that moment, Chi Ye beckoned to Shi Jinwei.
Shi Jinwei paused, instinctively opening her mouth: “I…”
She suddenly realized, closed her mouth, lowered her head, and scurried out of the kitchen, huffing to the table’s position.
Chi Ye curiously followed: “Holding back some bad idea to harm me again?”
Shi Jinwei: “……It’s too hot inside, I don’t know how to cook, can’t just idle.”
“Got it, I get it.”
Chi Ye nodded, looked at the solid wood table in front of him, weighed it mentally, feeling a bit regretful for not bringing Shi Daifu, having to do this physical labor himself…
He paused, looked at Teacher Yang Zi who had been “inventorying supplies” for half an hour nearby: “Teacher Yang Zi, come on, together.”
Teacher Yang Zi: “?”
“At my age, you want me to do this? Chi Ye, isn’t that a bit much?”
Chi Ye said directly: “Lots of cameras here.”
“……Let me see… this table isn’t moved like that.”
Teacher Yang Zi stood up and walked over, grumbling. Seeing there were indeed many cameras here, he even pushed Chi Ye and Shi Jinwei aside: “You two don’t know, let me. I can do it alone.”
Shi Jinwei was dumbfounded: “Really possible?”
“The way you say it, ask Chi Ye. I’ve always had a good fitness habit privately…”
Teacher Yang Zi immediately got the hint habitually.
But unfortunately, this time he met someone who really knew fitness.
Sister Qianzi looked at Teacher Yang Zi in surprise: “Can’t tell, Teacher Yang Zi, at your age and build… you sure you work out often?”
“Ah, what’s wrong, any issue?”
Teacher Yang Zi remained unfazed.
But after Shi Jinwei asked a few professional questions, he fell silent.
Seeing him like this, Sister Qianzi instantly lost interest in talking— she should have realized long ago this guy knew jack about fitness.
Teacher Yang Zi started huffing and puffing alone to move the solid wood table effortfully, while signaling for close-up shots nonstop.
“…”
Chi Ye watched for a bit, then said to Shi Jinwei: “Are you not feeling well today?”
Shi Jinwei was stunned, feeling a bit odd inside: “You… how did you know?”
Chi Ye glanced at her: “Saw your posture moving the table earlier, it was off.”
“……Yeah, kinda okay, maybe a bit tired.”
Chi Ye nodded: “Alright, go rest then. Drink more hot water.”
Shi Jinwei: “……Huh?”
Chi Ye oddly: “Isn’t it that time of the month?”
Shi Jinwei silent for two seconds, then shook her head: “I didn’t… And you’re discussing this topic with me so bluntly?”
As she spoke, she dumbfoundedly glanced at the camera.
Chi Ye waved: “Oh, saw your posture earlier, so I had the director turn off the cameras here temporarily.”
“…” Shi Jinwei inexplicably felt happy inside, but corrected: “I really didn’t.”
“Then go work.”
“Okay.”
Sister Qianzi in a better mood, stopped plier-ing, turned and busied with other things.
Leaving only Chi Ye and Teacher Yang Zi, who had just heard that and was struck like lightning.
Chi Ye sensed something off and looked back.
Teacher Yang Zi looked over too.
Chi Ye: “?”
Teacher Yang Zi: （Clown）
“Why look at me? Keep lifting. Weren’t you all energetic earlier?”
Teacher Yang Zi: “……Chi Ye, you’re not human. I’m a fifty-something empty-nest old man, and you bully me like this?”
“No.”
Teacher Yang Zi softened a bit: “Then you still have some conscience.”
Chi Ye pointed at Aunt Mao in the kitchen: “I bully seventy-something too.”
Teacher Yang Zi: “…”
“Achoo.”
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Aunt Mao sneezed hard. Since it came too suddenly without managing secretions, a bit sprayed onto Wang Chuxing’s face right in front of her.
Wang Chuxing’s face twitched, gaze dazed.
Aunt Mao didn’t notice the detail, rubbed her nose, and smiled flirtatiously: “Aiya, this cold air lately, probably a little cold.”
“……Yue.”
Wang Chuxing dry-heaved, turned to frantically search for tissue paper.
“?”
Aunt Mao frowned: “Xingxing, what’s wrong? Feeling unwell? Why are you vomiting?”
“Yue!”
Wang Chuxing said nothing, just kept yue-ing—he had germophobia! Severe germophobia!
“Kids nowadays have such poor constitution.”
Aunt Mao smiled kindly, then smelled the aroma of dishes.
Turning, she saw Tan Yue had finished cooking.
“I am actually kinda hungry.”
Aunt Mao rubbed her beautiful nose with her age-spot-covered hand, pointing at Wang Chuxing who had just finished vomiting: “Xingxing, sit with sis later. Didn’t expect us to chat so well.”
Wang Chuxing stared at the dangling transparent stuff on Aunt Mao’s hand, rolled his eyes, and yue-ed again.
Aunt Mao: “?”
“What new murder method is this?”
Chi Ye, walking in to help Sister Shang carry dishes, shook his head, ignored the two, and walked out with Sister Shang.
A few minutes later, everyone sat down, dishes placed in front of them.
“Xiao Chi, why not show off your skills?”
Sister Shang sat next to Chi Ye. She really didn’t know how but was willing to learn. She had been helping in the kitchen earlier, but kept secretly paying attention to things around Chi Ye, and the result… greatly disappointed her.
“What skills?”
Chi Ye was puzzled.
“You know… that.” Sister Shang stammered: “Show me again…”
Chi Ye thought, then realized, looking at the dishes on the table and seated crowd, speechless: “What do you take me for? My mouth is very sweet, okay? I never trash people without reason.”
As he spoke, he picked up chopsticks, took a bite of rice, instantly paused, carefully felt the stone-like texture in his mouth, and curiously asked Aunt Mao, who was full of anticipation: “Did you cut the rice? So hard.”
