Chapter 71: Still Want the Recipe?
Ling Qian, acting like a tragic hero, shut his eyes and bravely downed the mixed juice in one gulp.
In just a second, his expression changed.
Then he went completely still.
Gu Hua felt her heart drop. She reached out to push him. “Brother Qian…”
Before she could finish, Ling Qian toppled over to the side, body twitching a few times before falling silent.
[Help!! Another one’s down!!]
[Shaking in fear—was that juice or straight-up poison??]
[Ling Qian: “Let me do it, I’ll drink it.” Next second: “I’ll go on ahead.”]
Gu Hua’s voice trembled. “Director, are you sure this stuff is actually drinkable? Two people have already passed out!”
Chief Director: “Don’t worry, it just tastes a teensy bit bad. In fact, the fruit-and-veggie mix is super healthy!”
Everyone else: Yeah, right. As if we believe that.
And so the guests collapsed one after another.
Finally, it was Chi Fengxiao’s turn. He figured dying sooner or later was inevitable, so better to die quickly and reincarnate early.
He drained the cup in one go!
…Wait.
Chi Fengxiao stared at the glass in his hand, looking stunned. It wasn’t bad at all?
In fact, it even tasted like mulberries?
[Why does it look like Film Emperor Chi is totally fine? Could it actually not taste that bad?]
[The eight corpses lying around would beg to differ. Maybe Brother Chi’s taste buds mutated.]
[The only one laughing to the very end: Foodie Qian.]
Chi Fengxiao plopped down next to Chi Qian and lowered his voice. “Did you secretly swap mine out?”
“Mm-hm.” Chi Qian didn’t deny it. “You said you didn’t want to drink it, right?”
“Qian Qian, uncle’s precious baby!” Chi Fengxiao was moved to tears, hugging her tight. “All my pampering wasn’t in vain!”
“Then peel my shrimp for me. Shen Jiashu passed out, so now there’s no one to peel them.”
“…” So much for being moved.
Resigned, Chi Fengxiao put on gloves, peeled the shrimp, dipped it in sauce, and fed it straight to her mouth.
…Wait a second.
Why did that whole routine seem way too practiced??
Watching the livestream, Chi Lisen let out a cold laugh.
So this was where the family’s education had gone wrong.
It was all because of his third brother spoiling Chi Qian rotten.
He’d settle this account when he got back.
*
A night passed.
It was now the seventh and final day of the livestream.
All the guests gathered in the restaurant. Only Chi Qian had breakfast in front of her, with Chi Fengxiao mooching at her side.
Not that the others even wanted to eat.
The lingering taste of last night’s juice still haunted their stomachs, tormenting their fragile nerves.
Chi Fengxiao noticed Chi Qian yawning nonstop. “Didn’t sleep well last night?”
Chi Qian: “Honestly, if there weren’t historical records, I’d think I was the one who built the pyramids overnight.”
She was exhausted.
Just then, the chief director spoke: “Everyone, this cruise ship will arrive at its destination in one hour. Until then, let’s play one final game.”
At the word game, the guests’ faces turned dark.
“Fail and we drink the juice again, right? No way, I’d rather die than take another sip.”
“Can’t you just let us rest?”
“Even when I open my mouth, all I taste is that damned juice.”
The director coughed. “Relax, there’s no punishment this time. We’ll just pull a few questions from the livestream chat.”
Everyone finally relaxed.
Director: “First question—what’s the biggest takeaway you’ve gotten from this show?”
Luo Fan put on a professional smile. “I’ve learned to see myself more clearly. That one must never be arrogant, but remain humble.”
From the side came Chi Qian’s voice: “Luo Fan, Number One Badass Under Heaven?”
Luo Fan’s face turned red in an instant. His toes curled as he grabbed his water glass in embarrassment.
[Hahahaha imagine waking up in the middle of the night remembering that line: ‘Is she insane??’]
[Goodbye, all-around puppy boy. Welcome, Bitter-Tea Prince.]
Shen Jiashu’s younger brother shot up his hand. “Me, me, me! My biggest takeaway is: follow Sister Qian and you’ll live to ninety-nine! Work with Sister Qian, and the treasure’s half yours! Join the Qian Sect, and gain eternal life!”
Chi Qian’s voice drifted again: “Those who believe in me—tie them up, gag them, and lock them in a dark room.”
Shen Jiashu: QAQ!!
Total despair.
Why was even his ally attacking him??
Gu Hua smiled sweetly. “My biggest takeaway is that you can’t slack off no matter what you do. Only by taking each step steadily can you earn rewards.”
Chi Qian: “Work hard, work hard, all for nothing. The garbage you picked up ends up in my pocket.”
Gu Hua: “…”
First question in, and Chi Qian had single-handedly maxed out the group’s hatred points.
[Sister Qian, sleep-deprived and deranged, goes full rampage mode.]
[She really won’t stop until she’s stabbed everyone equally hahaha.]
[Non-discriminatory mass attack: activated.]
Director: “Next question—did this survival show deepen family bonds?”
Shen Jiashu: “But Director, not all of us are family.”
Everyone’s eyes shifted to Gu Hua and Ling Qian.
Chi Qian sipped her milk. “Ah, you don’t get it. Don’t be fooled—though Young Master Ling looks like a teenager, he’s actually already someone’s son.”
Gu Hua and Ling Qian’s faces changed instantly.
“Chi Qian, will you die if you don’t spout nonsense for a day? How did Hua Hua and I suddenly become mother and son?!” Ling Qian gritted his teeth.
Chi Qian: “Eh? Did I ever say the two of you were mother and son? Aren’t you someone’s son?”
Ling Qian choked, realizing he’d fallen into her verbal trap, and his face turned even darker.
Gu Hua gave a gentle smile. “Our families are very close, so we don’t really distinguish between us.”
Then the two exchanged a look and smiled.
Shen Jiashu: “Wow, really looks like a mom and her son.”
Both of them: “…” — Yeah yeah, you’re the only one who never shuts up.
Shen Jing said, “I may call him my son, but honestly, we’re more like friends. So I don’t think much has changed.”
“Dad, then can I start calling you bro from now on?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
When it was Wen Li’s turn, his smile looked much more forced. “Because of my own prejudice, I made mistakes before. I pushed away the daughter who used to rely on and respect me. If possible, I’d like to make up for it.”
Tang Xin’s gaze flickered. She lowered her head, sipping her water without a word.
Chi Qian suddenly piped up, “I once broke a mirror. I glued it back together. Next day, I looked into it and—damn!—something freaky jumped out and scared the life outta me.”
Wen Li: “…”
[Between shining and burning, Sis Qian just insists on going full insane]
[No one survives more than a minute under her mouth-blade. If they do, she’ll just give ’em another slice]
Chi Fengxiao couldn’t help but cover his face. He was genuinely afraid this girl was going to get beaten to death someday because of her mouth.
That thought alone made him remind her to behave.
Chi Qian, totally laid-back, shrugged. “Whatever. If I can’t beat them, I’ll just spit on them.”
Chi Fengxiao: “…”
The head director announced, “The last question is for Chi Qian.”
The schadenfreude plastered on his face made everyone else feel that this question was definitely not gonna be friendly.
Sure enough.
“A netizen asked—Chi Qian, what do you eat every day to make your farts so stinky?”
A perfect double entendre.
Ling Qian burst out laughing. “Good one, I’ve been dying to know too.”
Gu Hua’s eyes glimmered with ridicule.
Chi Qian calmly replied, “I already let you smell the aroma, and you still want the recipe?”
Chi Fengxiao: “HAHAHAHAHA!”
Everyone: “…”
The netizen who asked: “…”
You can’t out-sass her. Seriously, you just can’t.
Right then, a staff member came running in. “Director! Bad news! Our cruise ship is surrounded!”
