Lars went, paws pounding through the mud as he raced to the other side.
Under Xiao Jingzhan's astonished gaze, Lars wagged his tail at Yeye, successfully splattering mud all over Yeye.
[Lars, you...]
[Forget it. Love never made much sense anyway.]
[Hahahaha, I'm laughing my face off. Anyone want to recycle it?]
[Did I seriously just see love in a dog?]
The whistle blew, and Lars shot to fame in a single feat. Perhaps love had given him strength, or perhaps the director had timed it just right.
His time was actually even shorter than his own previous record: 42 seconds.
[Is that just a number? It's proof of their love!]
[At this moment, the champion of pure love fell to the ground!]
[Lars, if you weren't a dog, I'd definitely marry you!]
[Person above, don't get so emotionally invested.]
Yeye, who should have come last, had suddenly turned things around and vaulted into first place.
Xiao Jingzhan was full of admiration. "That was really good of you, but first place should still go to Lars. I'm already very grateful he helped my Yeye finish the course."
Yan Ningke understood that they should leave it there. Taking things too far would only have a negative effect.
The director and everyone else agreed with this result, and they all applauded these brave, adorable darlings.
The group returned to the bamboo cottage, chatting and laughing. Five inflatable tubs and an assortment of bathing supplies had already been set out in the courtyard.
Of course, everyone used what they had brought themselves. After all, the dogs had sensitive skin, and each had regular products they were used to.
It was midsummer and the weather was hot, so there was no fear of the dogs catching a chill. They gathered together, rolled up their trouser legs, and began washing them.
Xiao Jingzhan stood beside Yan Ningke. He glanced at his dog shampoo and hesitantly began, "That stuff you're using..."
Yan Ningke looked puzzled. "What about it?"
"Send me the link!"
"..."
[People from Z Country spend their whole lives asking for shopping links!]
[I checked. It costs more than my life is worth.]
[I asked for a link, not a verification code!]
[I'm dying. Who wants to inherit my 200,000 in Jiebei debt?]
[No thanks. You can take that to your grave!]
[Isn't this Yan Ningke just some ordinary guy? Aren't you curious how he can afford such an expensive dog and such expensive dog shampoo?]
[Not curious, because I know how to mind my own business.]
[What the hell does his money have to do with you?]
Yan Ningke had no idea that a bottle of dog shampoo had sparked another argument online, but he did not care at all. Right now, he was nothing more than an emotionless dog-washing machine!
Once the dogs were cleaned up, everyone returned to their rooms to clean themselves up, then changed and went downstairs, ready for a delicious meal.
Instead, they were greeted by news that struck like a bolt from the blue.
"Dear poop scoopers, the lunch ingredients your dogs won for you have been placed in the kitchen. Please collect them according to your rankings and make yourselves a delicious meal with your own hands."
If not with their own hands, were they supposed to use their feet?
Except for Deng Changjun and Yan Ningke, the other three all looked grim!
Had something set the director off? He had not put them through this much trouble in the previous episodes.
The live comments were a sea of laughter, apart from a few unruly fans of Song Chunan.
[What kind of show is this? Our Nannan came here to have fun, not suffer!]
[Are they nuts? They've been exhausted all morning, and now they have to cook lunch?]
[Baby Nannan, my heart aches for you.]
Some loyal viewers who could not stand those comments fired straight back.
[Then why even come on the show? Wouldn't it be nicer to lie around at home?]
[You're more controlling than his parents.]
[He's taking their money and hasn't even put down the bowl they're feeding him from, and you're already cursing them out?]
[Song Chunan: I'm so blessed to have you all.]
Deng Changjun could cook, but only simple dishes like stir-fried tomatoes and eggs.
Azina and Xiao Jingzhan had grown up in comfort and really had never cooked.
Song Chunan went without saying.
They walked into the kitchen and stared miserably at the pile of ingredients on the counter.
As the oldest, Deng Changjun felt a sense of responsibility. He hesitated, then said, "How about I make stir-fried tomatoes and eggs and some smashed cucumber, and we make do?"
The three who could not cook nodded in agreement. "Sure, sure. Anything to eat is fine. We're not picky."
Deng Changjun added, "There's just one thing. I don't know how to cook rice. Do any of you?"
Silence was Cambridge tonight.
Azina scratched her head. "I've seen my mom do it. Why don't I give it a try?"
Yan Ningke had figured it out. Not one person in this whole group could handle the job.
Before he came, Yu Ping had told him not to draw attention to himself and to quietly stay on the sidelines.
He would not stand out, but at least he would stay out of trouble.
Yet the scene before him was simply too bleak.
To spend half the day working away and not even get a hot meal-what a terrifying thing that would be.
Anyone who had gone hungry would always remember one truth.
Nothing in the world mattered more than eating!
"I'll do it."
Far away at the office, Yu Ping's anxious heart finally gave up.
You'll do it, you'll do it-what exactly are you volunteering for?
The people in the kitchen reacted completely differently from him, looking at Yan Ningke with excitement in their eyes. "You can cook?"
More than that.
Yan Ningke took an apron and put it on. The words coming from that pretty face were remarkably convincing. "I wouldn't call myself the God of Cookery, but I can certainly manage being Cooking Master Boy."
Deng Changjun and the others exchanged glances and laughed. "All right, let's see what you can do today."
Yan Ningke raised his eyebrows. "Just watch!"
Yan Ningke was not so obliging as to do everything himself. He called on them to help with washing vegetables, peeling garlic, chopping vegetables, and beating eggs.
For a time, the kitchen was orderly, with everyone working methodically.
[Hilarious. Isn't he afraid he'll trip over his own bragging?]
[Confidence is a good thing. Too much confidence, though...]
The goodwill Yan Ningke had built up earlier crumbled somewhat in an instant.
In the public's eyes, many celebrities were pampered and clueless about ordinary life. They could not even tell sugar from salt.
That was indeed the case. Even a veteran entertainer like Deng Changjun could only make a few simple dishes.
Let alone someone as young and fresh-faced as Yan Ningke.
His profile said he was 23 and had graduated just a year ago. What cooking skills could he possibly have?
In his study, Shao Ke lit a cigarette, his gaze fixed on the young man's back on-screen as he worked with practiced movements.
Yes, he was only 23. How could he already know how to make so many dishes from all over the country?
[There are usually only two types of people who say things like that: people who are full of bullshit, and people who genuinely have skills.]
[I think so too. They're filming a show, after all. If he really couldn't deliver, wouldn't he get torn apart?]
Though it was time to eat, the livestream's viewer count remained high, and more people kept coming in.
Meanwhile, a topic that had been near the bottom of the trending list an hour earlier had surged into the top five.
#Yan Ningke hot#
The director ate his boxed lunch as he looked at the content on his phone, grinning so hard his face nearly split.
Since the second season began, apart from Xiao Jingzhan spending a few days on the trending list after the first episode, the show had generated no further buzz.
Who would have thought a chance accident would produce such an enormous surprise!
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