Even so, Chu Mo was still worried. After helping to heat the oil, he stood beside Ji Nanshu and watched him stir-fry the noodles.
"Hmm, a pinch of salt."
Chu Mo watched as Ji Nanshu scooped in a spoonful of sugar.
"Gasoline guzzler? That should be it..."
Ji Nanshu poured in about half a bowl of oyster sauce.
"Soy sauce? Then it must be this."
Ji Nanshu poured in about half a bowl of dark soy sauce.
"Want just a tiny bit of sugar?"
Ji Nanshu rubbed a tiny bit of salt into the mixture with his fingertips.
"It seems like we need more chili peppers. Hmm, these dried chili peppers seem like a good option."
Ji Nanshu grabbed a handful of dried chili peppers and threw them in, continuing to stir-fry.
"Oh right, you also need vinegar after cooking..."
Then Chu Mo saw Ji Nanshu throw in another half bowl of vinegar, stir it a couple of times, turn off the heat, and put it in a bowl.
Adhering to the requirement that he could only help with heating the oil, Chu Mo could only remain silent.
Regarding the program team that would soon be used as guinea pigs, Chu Mo said, "..."
I absolutely cannot let my little one into the kitchen again!! Eating like that will definitely kill someone.
[If I'm not mistaken... Shubao seems to have mistaken sugar for salt... and dark soy sauce for light soy sauce...]
[If I'm not mistaken, Shubao made a plate of poop for the production team.]
Director Yang [candle][candle][candle][candle]
[Program crew [candles][candles][candles][candles]]
[Made a mess, but the future looks promising!]
[ Chu Gouzi's expression, hahaha, his brain is frantically calculating, from now on, I will never let Shubao into the kitchen!]
Ji Nanshu glanced at the plate of fried noodles for only a second before immediately putting the lid on. He absolutely refused to admit that he had made the dish!
Everyone's dishes were ready. Jin Shi made sweet and sour pork, Lin Qin made mapo tofu, Bai Nanyu stir-fried some greens, Li Lan made shredded pork with green peppers, and He Li made egg drop soup.
Only Ji Nanshu served a plate of fried noodles with a lid on.
Most of the production team knew it was fried noodles, so putting the lid on really heightened the anticipation.
Only Chu Mo, who witnessed the cooking process up close, the cameraman, and the assistant director who kept an eye on the monitoring room knew that this stuff would definitely kill someone if eaten.
Who can't tell the difference between sugar and salt when cooking?!
Who makes stir-fried noodles without knowing the difference between light and dark soy sauce and pours out so much?!
Who puts a handful of dried chili peppers in their fried noodles?! That's a handful! Who do you want to kill?! Why poison people with chili peppers?!
Also, who puts half a bowl of vinegar in their fried noodles?!
Humans do things?!
Jian Yuanjia asked curiously, " Nanshu, what did you make again? Can I try some?"
Ji Nanshu smiled, "No, you can't."
This looks like something you shouldn't eat; let's not poison our own people.
After Director Yang happily sampled the first five dishes, the order of preference was Jin Shi, Lin Qin, He Li, Bai Nanyu, and Li Lan.
One second ago: Full of anticipation.
The next second: He strutted up with a smug face.
Can anyone tell him what this black, unidentified object is?!
"What... what is this?"
"Fried noodles!" he said confidently and with unusual certainty.
Director Yang asked hesitantly, "Can I not eat?"
Say what you will, this is definitely a plate of shit!
" Director Yang, how can you give a score if you don't eat it? If you give me first place, it's unfair to the other guests. If you just give me last place, I've worked so hard for this, don't I even have the right to participate in the scoring?"
Director Yang: "..."
You've said it all, what can he do?!
Director Yang faced death without fear; with one bite, a burst of flavors—sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty—exploded in his mouth.
The Pain Mask is doubled.
Just as Director Yang made a gesture as if he was about to vomit, Ji Nanshu quietly reminded him, " Director Yang, don't waste food. Farmers work hard, it's not meant to be wasted... This program is live, we can't spread incorrect values..."
Director Yang swallowed it with tears in his eyes.
[The sweet and sour pork that Brother Jin Shi made looks so delicious! When will we have a phone that can smell the aroma?]
[I'm different, I just want to laugh. Director Yang is really pitiful.]
[Hahahaha, this is so funny! Poor Director Yang!!]
[My heart aches for Director Yang.]
[Feeling sorry for Director Yang +1]
[Oh... you're all feeling sorry for Director Yang, are you just curious about what this dish tastes like?]
[Yes! Only you! Look at Director Yang's expression, do you think we'd be curious about the taste of this dish?]
[Just take a look. Curiosity not only killed the cat, it can also kill you. You understand?]
The assistant director quickly handed Director Yang a glass of water. "Rinse your mouth."
Director Yang was baffled. How could anyone make a plate of fried noodles taste so bad?! If you can't cook it, can't you just make instant noodles?!
The fourth-ranked stir-fried vegetables were just a little too salty.
The fifth-ranked dish, shredded pork with green peppers, was just a bit tough on the meat and too salty.
Well, it's not that you can't eat it.
Ji Nanshu's fried noodles may lack color and aroma, but they have a lot of flavor!
It's amazing that a single dish can offer so many flavors: sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty!
Pah!! From now on, Ji Nanshu is forbidden from entering the kitchen on his shows!
While everyone's attention was on Director Yang, Jian Yuanjia secretly took a bite.
"Σ_(꒪ཀ꒪"∠) Ugh!!"
Waaaaah, how could Nanshu's cooking be so awful! He's never tasted anything like this in his life!
How would you describe it most accurately?
It was probably at the very moment I ate it that I seemed to see my great-grandmother.
Jin Shi sighed and handed over a glass of water, saying, "Don't sneak any next time, I'll make you some."
Jian Yuanjia stuck out his tongue. "I was just curious, who would have thought it could be like this..."
" Nanshu!!! You absolutely must never cook again!" Jian Yuanjia grabbed Ji Nanshu's arm with unusual firmness, emphasizing, "Others spend money cooking, but you're risking your life!!"
Ji Nanshu: "..."
"Don't you want to see what you're saying? I hadn't planned to cook in the first place. It's all Director Yang's fault; he insisted I do it. I even confirmed it with him several times."
Want him to take the blame? No way!
After recovering, Director Yang, "Tomorrow's mission is to Hua Country culture and earn 300 F-coins. If the mission isn't completed... this plate of fried noodles will be the punishment!"
He's now Yang Niu Gulu Zhen Huan! Someone has to go through the same pain he did!
The guests were utterly terrified. "!!!"
No, are you sick?!
Jian Yuanjia: " Director Yang, don't worry, you'll never see us work harder than we do tomorrow! Our Hua Country culture is profound and has a long history; we will definitely dedicate ourselves to promoting it!"
He was practically swearing he'd be struck by lightning if he failed.
Other guests. "Yes! We'll promote it like crazy!"
[Have you ever risked your life for anyone? The answer is yes, the location is country F, and the time is tomorrow.]
[Waiting for tomorrow!]
Ji Nanshu gritted his teeth:... If you want to cause trouble, then none of you should finish this.
As fellow guests, why don't we share the good times and the bad?