My dream is a male model with eight-pack abs!

Shen Ting could not see Yan Yi's expression right then. He was already staring, transfixed, at the beautiful scenery before him.

Shen Ting could not help swallowing as he solemnly placed both hands on it. (*ﾉ▽ﾉ) Ooh, this feels really nice.

"Your waist isn't just a waist, handsome. It's a treasure tempting me into cr*me."

Shen Ting's voice was full of feeling.

"Are you done?" Yan Yi's voice came from above Shen Ting's head.

"Nope, nope, give me one more minute. No, ten minutes." Shen Ting held out a hand, his expression earnest.

"One hundred yuan a minute." Yan Yi narrowed his eyes, striking right at his weak spot.

"Done!" Shen Ting waved a hand without the slightest hesitation, as though he would generously give Yan Yi anything he asked for right then.

Yan Yi raised an eyebrow. He had not expected this kid to be quite so generous in certain areas.

[Slurp. Am I allowed to watch this?]

[Right now, Shen Ting looks exactly like an ancient tyrant giving everything for his favorite consort.]

[Oh my god, that body looks like a sculpture. If I had a friend with a body like that, I wouldn't need sculptures as models for my drawings anymore. Even ten drawings of him a day wouldn't be enough.]

[Girl above, count me in. I'm not an art student, but I love drawing. I really love drawing.]

[I ship these two so hard I could die. They're moving so fast!]

[Director! Director! Are you seeing this? Your dating show is finally coming back.]

The assistant director's and camera operator's eyes brimmed with tears at the sight. At last! They finally saw a glimmer of hope.

Yan Yi soon pulled his clothes back down.

Shen Ting shook his head regretfully. "Beautiful scenery really is always so fleeting, but that's precisely what piques my interest. Man, you really get me."

"You like abs?" Yan Yi propped his face on his hand and leaned toward Shen Ting.

"Of course. Pretty faces are a dime a dozen, but perfect abs are one in ten thousand."

At that, Yan Yi could not resist reaching out to ruffle the hair of the person before him. "Cut back on what you watch. Watching everything will only hurt you."

"How could it? All I know is that you're never too old to learn." Shen Ting swatted the hand off his head.

"Excuse me, who's 'My dream is a male model with eight-pack abs'?"

Just as everyone fell silent, a shout suddenly came from behind the camera crew.

"Me! That's me." Shen Ting sprang excitedly off the couch, ran to the door, and took the food from the delivery guy.

The delivery guy handed the food to Shen Ting with a slightly stiff expression, then turned, hopped onto his electric scooter, and fled. What kind of weird names are these?

"All right, time to eat." Shen Ting set the several bags he was carrying on the table before him.

Shen Ting enjoyed alternating between bites of his burger and sips of his drink.

Meanwhile, Yan Yi ate his vegetable salad, which looked particularly miserable by comparison.

Looking at Yan Yi beside him, who was not tempted by his delicious food in the slightest, Shen Ting could not help reflecting that those abs really were well deserved.

His own little belly was well deserved too. After all, you gained some and lost some. Having comforted himself, Shen Ting happily resumed eating, enjoying his food even more than before.

After finishing their meals, the two cleaned up the trash and returned to their respective rooms to rest, neither intending to wait for anyone.

Early the next morning, Shen Ting came downstairs yawning and immediately saw everyone gathered in the living room.

For once, Su Yu was not sitting beside Si Chen. Instead, he sat next to Yan Yi.

Shen Ting found an empty couch and sat down.

No sooner had Shen Ting sat down than Yan Yi got up, walked over, and sat beside him.

Watching Yan Yi walk away without paying him any attention, Su Yu secretly gritted his teeth. Is this guy really a block of wood? I brought up so many topics, and he didn't say a single word.

"You must be hungry, Ting. This is the bread Mr. Si and I brought back for everyone yesterday." Su Yu smiled as he offered Shen Ting the bread, inwardly screaming, Push my hand away, push my hand away, then throw the bread on the floor and stomp on it twice. Insult me, insult me!

"Thanks." Shen Ting accepted the bread, deftly tore open the packaging, and began eating.

Su Yu looked incredulous. Didn't Shen Ting say before that he would never touch anything I gave him?

Had Shen Ting known what Su Yu was thinking, he would definitely have spat out a "Pah!" That was then. Who knows about now? Besides, I'm not the old Shen Ting who was so easily led around by the nose.

Why pass up a free breakfast?

"Good morning, everyone. It's another new day. This morning, two of our guests will be receiving a special task-Mr. Shen and Mr. Yan. Today, you two will be responsible for preparing lunch." Xiaoyue emerged from behind the crew with a smile.

Shen Ting and Yan Yi wore matching expressions of resignation.

"For the rest of you, the production team has already bought tickets to Cloud Mountain. We hope you all have a perfect hiking trip."

"Oh, and before you leave for the hike, you can request what you'd like for lunch. Whatever gets the most votes will be what Mr. Shen and Mr. Yan have to prepare today. The lunch budget is one hundred yuan." The director had thrust the sheet in Xiaoyue's hands at her that morning at the last minute. It had not looked like anything good, and sure enough, it was not.

How much? How much did you say? One hundred yuan for eight people? Shen Ting even stopped eating his bread and turned, his gaze sharp enough to seemingly cut through the production crew and strike straight at the director.

Yan Yi frowned too. Leaving aside whether they could cook, was that not a little too little money?

"Then how about hot pot for lunch? It's easy to prepare, and it's lively when lots of people eat together," Su Yu suggested first.

Shen Ting was speechless. Hot pot? You really dare to dream.

"Sure." Si Chen nodded.

Shen Rui was deeply conflicted. Inwardly, he did not want to agree to this, but his head nodded beyond his control.

Su Weiwang offered no opinion and instead stuffed a piece of bread into his pocket.

Seeing Shen Ting's displeased expression, Meng Yun suddenly curled his lips and reached out to nudge Bai Yuanyuan beside him.

"What?" Bai Yuanyuan could not help shifting away. If you've got something to say, spit it out. Keep away from me.

"Look at Shen Ting and Yan Yi. Our chance for revenge is here." Meng Yun looked utterly serious. He had long wanted revenge for the haunted house, and now that the opportunity had been delivered right to him, how could he not seize it?

Bai Yuanyuan froze at his words. Oh, right!

"Hehehe..."

"Hehehe..."

The two exchanged a glance and suddenly let out sinister laughter.

Shen Ting and Yan Yi suddenly felt a chill all over and could not help shivering. Oh no. This is bad!

Just as they both had that thought, Meng Yun and Bai Yuanyuan agreed with Su Yu's suggestion at the same time.

At that, Su Weiwang contentedly huddled in on himself a little more. Five to one-the outcome could not have been clearer.