On the live streaming platform.
“I’m freaking out. How were those three dice fixed in place?”
“Is the coffee table made of glass bricks?”
“Can someone knowledgeable explain? All-knowing netizens? Are there any gamblers here? Is this something a human can do? Did the production team Photoshop this? Are we watching a recording?”
“@ApproachScience.”
“This is too absurd. The dice are actually embedded in the glass coffee table?”
“Melting Bone Palm?”
“It’s over. Chu Ning, my precious, is going to be a servant? Have I been cuckolded? Don’t stop me, I’m going to stab Chen Feng.”
“Sigh, Chu Ning is a typical airhead. She sold herself out again. With her half-baked skills, why does she love to gamble so much?”
…
In the living room.
Except for Chen Feng, everyone was drawn to the three dice on the coffee table.
The three dice were deeply embedded in the coffee table.
Embedded at least one centimeter deep.
The glass coffee table was not shattered; in fact, it fit perfectly with the dice, as if it had always been that way.
The nine people were all dumbfounded, gathering around the dice to observe them carefully.
No one could figure out what was going on.
Xu Nuo looked for a long time, then looked up at Li Jiayi: “Buddy, how did he do this? Did you figure it out?”
“No.”
Han Tao murmured, “Is this magic?”
Tao Yilun at his side pouted, “I feel like it’s an illusion.”
Tang Xin shivered and whispered, “Why do I feel a bit cold? How did Chen Feng do that? Does this comply with the laws of physics?”
Erma blinked, then suddenly stood up and walked away: “I’d better go help. I can’t understand it anyway, so it’s better not to look.”
“Yes, I’ll go too.”
Yu Zhiwen also got up and followed her.
Little A Yi hesitated for a moment, then gave an awkward smile: “I’ll go help too.”
She left after speaking.
The remaining people all looked at Chu Ning.
Chu Ning kept staring at the dice on the table, her mind blank.
If the dice had disappeared, she would have believed it was Chen Feng’s trick; as long as his hand speed was fast enough, others wouldn’t notice anything amiss.
But how could this situation be explained?
This was a glass coffee table!
How were they embedded?
Chu Ning watched for a long time, several minutes, before slowly looking up towards the kitchen, at the figure standing in front of the refrigerator.
Mysterious!
This man was filled with a sense of mystery from head to toe.
It was captivating.
Chu Ning knew in her heart.
The moment the cup was lifted, she had lost.
Lost completely.
Even her heart was lost.
She admitted she was attracted to Chen Feng, even finding excuses to get close to him.
And now, she was even more deeply entangled.
Irreversibly.
Chu Ning slowly calmed down.
Her pearly teeth bit her lower lip as she looked at Chen Feng’s back, unable to utter a single word.
…
In the kitchen.
Chen Feng rummaged through the refrigerator for a long time, pulling out a pile of ingredients.
Then, he lit the stove and started cooking.
Three beautiful women accompanied him.
Erma and Yu Zhiwen were understandable, but little A Yi running over so eagerly to help surprised Chen Feng a bit.
The production team always prepared abundant ingredients.
So, around the kitchen counter.
Chen Feng focused intently on preparing various ingredients, with three charming girls rolling up their sleeves to help him.
Slowly, everyone else gathered closer.
They began to observe.
As time went on, everyone was finally impressed.
Indeed!
Chen Feng had skills.
Whether it was his exquisite knife work or his smooth wok tossing, he stood there like a state banquet chef, methodical and organized.
And, wafts of fragrance emanated from the kitchen.
It made everyone’s mouths water.
What was he making?
No one knew.
Just like that, two hours later, several exquisite, art-like dishes were served on the table.
In the live broadcast room.
“Wow, these dishes are made so well, the presentation is truly amazing.”
“So that plate of shrimp is the Luohan Prawn from the Manchu Han Imperial Feast?”
“Oh, someone who knows their stuff, huh. That plate of shrimp definitely has the appearance of Luohan Prawn. I can’t smell it, but the dish gets full marks!”
“I think I also saw Pork Tenderloin in a Purse and Cherry Pork? Aren’t these famous ancient imperial dishes?”
“There’s also Boiled Fish, Braised Pork, Blanched Choy Sum… and Northeastern Stir-fried Shredded Potatoes? This guy makes such a variety of dishes?”
“But it’s undeniable, this guy is truly skilled.”
“It’s making me hungry just looking at it.”
“This show should just be renamed ‘Late Night Diner’.”
“I suddenly remembered what my grandpa said about my mom’s cooking, how did he put it? He called it the four slowest things in life: a train entering the station, a ship docking, a turtle climbing a mountain, and my mom cooking.”
“Pfft, hilarious!”
“I suddenly fell in love with Chen Feng. Is there anything this man doesn’t know? If I could be his woman, wouldn’t I be incredibly happy?”
“Gossip please, does Chen Feng have a girlfriend?”
“Same question!”
“Same question + 1.”
“This kind of thing… probably no one knows.”
“There’s a rumor going around that Chen Feng’s girlfriend is the campus belle of Yan Film Academy, and some say she’s Tong Gege’s assistant. There are even whispers that he was once kept by a rich woman.”
“What nonsense. Chen Feng is definitely single, I’m telling you.”
…
The internet was bustling.
Meanwhile, in the small house, the ten people formally sat around the table and began to eat.
Looking at the dishes Chen Feng had prepared, everyone was incredulous.
He could cook everything?
And it wasn’t just the color, aroma, and taste; even the presentation was perfect.
Was this amateur level?
Everyone ate with great relish.
No one asked too many questions.
Having known Chen Feng for so long, they understood his temperament.
They wouldn’t get answers by asking.
So, they might as well just eat.
Tonight, they wouldn’t bother with balanced meals; satisfying their cravings came first.
…
Everyone ate for nearly two hours.
By the time they were full and satisfied, it was almost nine o’clock.
After cleaning up the kitchen, the production team sent over a card.
It contained the details for tomorrow’s charity performance.
Tomorrow’s charity performance would be held in the form of a cocktail party.
The cocktail party would invite many prominent figures and wealthy businessmen from the Shanghai area.
Everyone knew full well.
These attendees were the 'leeks'.
The money they held was what would be raised.
As for the format of the cocktail party, it was themed as a 'Time Cocktail Party'.
This meant the entire party setup would be arranged in the style of a 1930s-1940s Shanghai nightclub.
The production team would have all staff members wear period costumes, and the party venue would be entirely retro-decorated.
At the same time, the ten regional champions would portray ten different character images, showcasing their talents at the cocktail party to raise disaster relief funds.
The card listed ten roles.
There were dancers, singers, sommeliers, acrobats, magicians, bartenders, waiters, pianists, beautiful casino dealers, and dance companions.
After reading the card, everyone decided to roll dice to claim roles.
So, Chen Feng, who had a preferred role in mind, was the first to pick up the dice and throw them.
The dice spun and settled.
A 2 and a 3.
Five points.
So, Chen Feng chose the magician.
“Ding, detecting the host’s upcoming performance role ‘Magician’, congratulations to the host for becoming a true master magician.”
“Congratulations to the host for mastering all types of Western magic.”
“Congratulations to the host for mastering various ancient and modern Chinese tricks, including but not limited to Chi You’s tricks, drawing ground into rivers, invisibility, and the Immortal Rope.”
“Congratulations to the host for receiving the ‘blood cloth’ passed down through a thousand years from the Red Handkerchief sect.”
Chen Feng’s eyes instantly lit up.
This role was good.
Lost for a moment, abandoned for a moment, humans perform the play, ghosts watch the play, humans throw the cloth, ghosts catch the cloth.
He had actually received the inheritance of the ‘Red Handkerchief’ from the Outer Eight Sects.
