Chapter 39: 《poisonous Tanghulu》
Due to Chi Ye’s two “rescue” hot searches, he has now transformed into the “reincarnated Hua Tuo” in the eyes of entertainment seekers, becoming an indispensable element in various dramatic scenes.
“Teacher Chi, some audience members say to remember to live broadcast next time you ‘rescue’ someone.”
PD Teacher followed in front of Chi Ye, looking at the bullet comments, attempting to interact with Chi Ye for the first time.
Who knew, upon hearing this, Chi Ye was astonished: “Rescue? Let me debunk a rumor here, I actually didn’t intend to ‘rescue’ them at all.”
PD: “…”
Everyone: “…”
“No intention to rescue.” Teacher Yang Zi had already mastered a thick skin, recovering as before, looking faintly at Chi Ye: “I heard that just now Xia Xia wanted to save monitoring currency for me, but you wouldn’t let her.”
Chi Ye: “?”
“Teacher Yang Zi, don’t misunderstand.” Chi Ye explained: “I just simply didn’t want you to live too comfortably in there, no other meaning.”
Teacher Yang Zi: “？！”
Chi Ye, WCNM!
Chi Ye seemed to hear his inner voice, glanced at him, and shouted: “Yo ho ho! This electric tricycle is really thrilling to ride!”
“Pfft.”
Jin Xia pursed her small mouth tightly, but still couldn’t hold it in.
Teacher Yang Zi’s face suddenly flushed red again!
“Cough cough, everyone, welcome to the ‘Hutong Entrance Market’ mission location.”
Director Li coughed lightly twice, his small eyes scanning the ghosts, cautiously preventing them from “getting caught” again, still shaken: “So, first, we need to confirm that in the upcoming mission, everyone must not commit crimes…”
“Hey, don’t say that, no fun.”
Huang Mou was displeased: “We were just fined, that doesn’t count as a crime, right? Isn’t it your program team’s fault?!”
Yang Mou nodded: “Don’t look at people with tinted glasses, director!”
Lu Mou lectured: “Director, you didn’t listen to instructions.”
Lin Mou frowned: “Let’s start quickly, it’s such a cold winter, riding the tricycle earlier already jolted my crotch axle askew.”
Program team: “…”
Chi Ye was surprised: “Crotch axle jolted askew and it can still be fine-tuned? Is modeling this advanced now?”
Lin Jingyi: “?”
Director Li: “…”
“So everyone familiarize yourselves with the environment first, formal opening in half an hour.”
Director Li didn’t dare say more, afraid Si Mou would suddenly “erupt in ferocity” and “finish him off.”
Mainly, the program team was indeed largely at fault, so he also had to privately call everyone’s teams to handle the hot search timing.
Yes, in that earlier incident, though it was the 《Jian Ni》 program team’s fault, but who let Si Mou get arrested on the spot?
So, the negative impact still needed to be eliminated.
Si Mou saw the program team give space and immediately walked out of shot, one by one contacting their teams to withdraw hot searches and buy press releases.
After waiting ten minutes, everyone returned to the shot one by one, sizing up the “stalls” prepared by the program team.
—Two stalls in total, located on both sides of the street, with a temporary small dwelling inside for storing ingredients and boiling sugar.
The raw ingredients provided by the program team for the two groups to choose from were placed in one of the rooms.
“This is… green pepper?”
“Eggplant… cucumber… poisonous bean?! Stinky tofu?!”
“Hawthorn? Aren’t we making tanghulu? How to make without hawthorn?”
Every time the crowd saw a type of “ingredient,” their vision went black, and by the end, it was already “pitch black”!
The so-called ingredients prepared by the program team were mostly vegetables, with some fruit, but hawthorn was pitifully scarce.
They even saw a pretty and cute “little turtle”… oh, it should be farmed softshell turtle!
“Tanghulu is a winter culture.” Director Li chuckled: “In the north, there’s always the saying ‘everything can be candied.'”
“So, you all have to use these ingredients to make unique tanghulu today.”
“Poison special? You mean poisonous bean tanghulu + turtle honey tanghulu?!”
Chi Ye was shocked: “This is going to send away all the customers buying tanghulu?”
Director Li: “Beans aren’t poisonous, and… this is called ‘turtle honey’ tanghulu.”
Everyone: “…”
Turtle: What kind of hell joke?!
“Hey, not right.” Chi Ye raised an objection: “It’s alive.”
Director Li was equally puzzled, glanced at the ingredients group, guessing: “Maybe alive is fresher?”
Chi Ye fell silent.
Someone nearby was surprised: “Why aren’t you talking, Teacher Chi? This isn’t your style.”
“…” Chi Ye paused, then said: “Um… actually I want to say… how to put it… um… you guys are really properly doing evil here.”
Program team: “…”
The crowd of demons was greatly dissatisfied with the ingredients supplied by the program team, but there was no way around it.
Seeing Director Li and the program team crowd sneaking laughs, everyone understood why the program team had that expression when they heard tanghulu was “easy to make.”
Damn, what kind of tanghulu is this? All poison tanghulu!
Can it even sell?!
“Alright, everyone start preparing now, customer traffic is about to peak.”
Director Li kindly reminded everyone.
At nine in the morning, more and more people were in the market.
Seeing this group of “oddly dressed” people over here, they kept sneaking glances, even taking out mobile phones to record.
“Cough cough, then… let’s select ingredients first.”
Teacher Huang coughed lightly twice, taking the lead to grab a wicker basket of poisonous beans: “Jingyi likes these, eat more.”
Lin Jingyi: “…”
“What evil did Jingyi commit in her past life for you to retaliate like this.”
Chi Ye shook his head, standing up for the tech person “unfairly,” pointing at the stinky tofu: “Besides, Jingyi clearly likes this the most, shows you don’t understand the Jingyi girl!”
Lin Jingyi: You two enough!
“Oh?”
Teacher Lu turned at the sound, glanced at the stinky tofu, then at Lin Jingyi’s plump lips, pondering.
Chi Ye turned back in surprise: “Stinky tofu also has to listen to instructions?!”
Teacher Lu smirked crookedly, flashing an evil charming smile: “… Naughty!”
Chi Ye: “…”
“Teacher Chi, Teacher Chi, the little turtle is so cute!”
Jin Xia craned her neck, from the moment the “little turtle” appeared, her pair of seductive peach blossom eyes never left it, because this turtle was particularly ugly-cute.
“Alright, then we’ll take the ‘turtle honey’!”
Chi Ye doted, decisively taking the turtle honey.
Turtle glanced over here, relieved in his heart.
Such a pretty young girl, it survived!
“Then alright, everyone divide the hawthorn and strawberry…”
Teacher Yang Zi saw the dominant CEO and know-it-all temporarily had no time to “lead everyone,” immediately stepping up as the big garlic.
Um… wait.
Dominant CEO was considering making stinky tofu listen to instructions, but what about the know-it-all?
He glanced over, seeing Teacher Huang “seriously” picking ingredients on one side, while on the other, a hand behind the camera quietly swiped the program team’s vegetables and fruit.
Eggplant, bean, hawthorn, corn…
“What are you doing?”
Others couldn’t see Huang Mou’s actions, but Yang Mou saw clearly, puzzled: “You’re sneaking around, what for?”
Teacher Huang, seeing this, hurriedly “shh”ed, grinning: “Ingredients here are too abundant, with these, why do the mission?”
“I’ll swipe some back, then make everyone a ‘Manchu Han Imperial Feast’!”
“Like that, so good?”
Teacher Yang Zi’s eyes lit up, then…
He turned and raised his hand shouting: “I report! Huang Mou is stealing here!”
Everyone: “？！”
Program team: “？？！”
Chi Ye greatly alarmed: “Shen Qing Yu came to participate in the program?!”
Teacher Huang: “…”
“Stealing?!” Director Li hurried over, looking at the various ingredients in Teacher Huang’s hands, speechless for a moment: “Teacher Huang, you say… what is this!”
Teacher Huang stared at Teacher Yang Zi, cursing inwardly that this grandson was really not a thing.
But on the surface shook his head, calling Teacher Yang Zi’s “nickname”: “No, Yang Mou is slandering, I was just simply looking.”
Chi Ye PTSD: “Everyone protect your belongings, toilet brush, Teacher Huang respected teacher Shen Qing Yu!”
Teacher Huang: “？！”
“Belongings I get, but what does toilet brush mean?”
Chi Ye puzzled: “You don’t know? Online someone exposed that Shen Qing Yu likes swiping others’ toilet brushes…”
Peng Chen: That’s right, it’s me!
Everyone: “…”
Chi Ye dared to “openly” talk about other artists like this on the program, but others were still a bit taboo, no longer saying more, picked ingredients, and went to their stalls to prepare.
Chi Ye’s group also arrived at their stall.
He glanced at the boxing king who had been invisible the whole time, then at the empress dowager happily holding the little turtle, immediately feeling immense pressure.
Fortunately, the “little raccoon” was now busy, carrying pots and pouring water, hands and feet as nimble as ever.
“Teacher Shi, do you know how to make tanghulu?”
“Yes.”
Chi Ye overjoyed: “You’ve made it before?”
“Yes.”
“Then we’ll rely on you, no problem boiling the sugar?”
“No.”
Chi Ye: “…”
He suddenly discovered in surprise that the boxing king usually spoke little, and when seriously working, seemed to enter a human-machine state.
This had happened several times.
He thought, curiosity rising, probing: “Teacher Shi, I’m hungry.”
“Hungry.”
“Don’t tire yourself.”
“Tired.”
“I want to die.”
“Die.”
Chi Ye: “…”
Really entered standby mode, sis?!
“… Uh.”
Shi Daifu reacted, lifted her head, her almond eyes soft and helpless, at a loss.
Not sure if it was an illusion, Chi Ye even saw a hint of resentment in them.
“Um… then like this, I’ll go check on the empress dowager.”
Chi Ye felt guilty, turned and went to the empress dowager, seeing Jin Xia now stretching scallion-white fingers poking the little turtle’s head, each poke making it shrink back scared, then curiously poke out again.
“… Fun, right.” Chi Ye asked.
“Fun fun!” Jin Xia bounced up, making a “pledge of allegiance”: “Teacher Chi, let me handle the little turtle!”
Chi Ye surprised: “You want to give it a massage or beauty treatment?”
“？！”
Empress dowager flared up slightly: “Teacher Chi, how can you look down on people!”
Chi Ye impatient: “Exactly massage or beauty?”
Jin Xia thought carefully, coquettishly said: “Massage!”
Everyone: “…”
Chi Ye already stood up, turned back, shouting to the director group: “Not fair, we originally have two fewer people, now looking… it’s three fewer, only Teacher Shi can make it, opposite has four, unfair!”
Director Li very surprised: “Two fewer I get, but how did you calculate three fewer?”
Chi Ye: “I can’t either.”
Director Li: “…”
He paused, pointed at Teacher Lu’s group: “Can’t is fine, look over there.”
Chi Ye startled, looked over.
…
At this moment, Lu Xiao Ming’s group’s stall front.
“Boiling sugar is quite particular, too much heat no good, too little no good, just follow me specifically.”
Teacher Huang’s little classroom began, immediately intimidating the other three.
But all know-it-alls, who would submit to him?
Teacher Yang Zi was the first not to submit!
“Not right, boiling sugar is indeed tough, but I think the hardest is actually the technique.”
Teacher Yang Zi spoke eloquently: “After stringing tanghulu, white sugar boiled to amber, in that instant of rolling syrup, let it coat the fruit, forming a crisp candy shell, if technique wrong, not easy to succeed.”
Teacher Huang: “?”
Side-eye: “You just checked this on Kuaishou, right?”
“？！”
Teacher Yang Zi “exposed lie,” furious: “What are you saying! Impossible, I’ve done it before!”
“Your Kuaishou volume isn’t even lowered… wait.” Teacher Huang eyed suspiciously: “This isn’t you trying to get on hot search, deliberately stirring, right?!”
Teacher Yang Zi: “…”
CNM’s Huang Jianfeng, you can insult me, but not my hot search!
“Cough cough, everyone, can I say something?”
Teacher Lu had been frowning beside, wanting to interject but couldn’t, now finally with chance, bluntly: “I may not know technique or boiling sugar, but I know business! I was a store manager at a Chinese restaurant!”
“So, everyone listen to me, unify steps, divide work cooperate, all follow my command, no problem!”
“No, you haven’t done it, what command?”
“Xiao Ming, don’t argue with me on this, Teacher Yang Zi is a young master, hasn’t done it, but I really have before!”
“…”
The three old men started arguing, voices getting louder, faces gradually flushing.
Lin Jingyi shouted in clip voice beside: “Don’t fight anymore!!”
Unfortunately, no one listened to her.
She silently watched the three sixty-year-old old men, after calling a few times to no avail, could only despairingly fetch the water bucket herself—the program team didn’t care about transporting ingredients or buckets, all on guests themselves.
Now with three dads not going, she had to!
Fortunately, she applied antifreeze cream before going out today, not afraid of frostbite.
But what heavy labor had the tech person done usually?
Huffing and puffing carrying half a bucket of water, slipping at the doorway, daily fall.
“Ouch!”
“You okay? Jingyi!”
“What happened?”
“Who let you do work! Girl, you just watch beside, we do the work! You must protect your nose!”
Teacher Lu overbearingly dominant.
Lin Jingyi: “…”
I want to slap you now!
“Couldn’t hold it, fam, who would’ve thought.” Chi Ye stunned watching this: “Lin Jingyi is forced to do work?!”
He waved at Director Li: “… Pretty fair, indeed no unfairness.”
Program team: “…”
Now you know what a rich battle you’re fighting, right?
Chi Ye looked over, saw the boxing king methodically boiling sugar, empress dowager… still “massaging body” the little turtle.
Chi Ye: “…”
“Teacher Chi!”
Seeing Chi Ye come, Jin Xia’s eyes sparkled: “I’ve thought it through!”
“Hm?”
Chi Ye surprised: “Thought of new massage technique?”
“No.” Empress dowager shook head, coquettishly: “I’ve thought of what tanghulu to make!”
“Oh?” Chi Ye curious: “What?”
Jin Xia’s peach blossom eyes shone brightly, yearning: “Um… I plan to carve strawberry into a rose, um… for better taste, best add some additives, strawberry essence… um, and what else?”
Chi Ye reminded: “Industrial pigment, formaldehyde solution!”
“Oh? Right, right!” Jin Xia nodded repeatedly, seeking approval: “Teacher Chi, what do you think?”
Chi Ye sighed: “What do I think? I think it’s too good!”
“Really?” Jin Xia clearly didn’t believe.
“Really.” Chi Ye nodded, suggested: “But empress dowager’s such precious body, I suggest before making tanghulu, do something else first.”
“Hm?” Empress dowager curious: “What?”
Chi Ye: “Be a person.”
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