Yu Huaining's fans were in the live chat, wanting to curse but not daring to.

In the end, all I could manage to say in the comments was a frustrated "—"

[Just because you're rich doesn't mean you can be superior!]

[Hilarious! The idol's attempt to get close to him back failed, and the fans got angry and embarrassed (Joker) (Joker)]

Sang Qianshan ranked third in this round, so theoretically he should be able to get a lot of ingredients. He just watched as Yu Jinheng slowly walked to the edge of the long table.

He walked around the long table.

He glanced at the few meager vegetables on Pei Zhe's side.

"Give me some meat!" Pei Zhe shouted.

Yu Jinheng tapped his fingers on the table a few times, his gaze falling on Sang Qianshan, then quickly sweeping over Cen Yu before finally settling on the directing team—

"I remember the competition rules said there was no limit to the number of ingredients you could take?"

“…Ah, right,” the director said, holding up a megaphone.

As he listened to Yu Jinheng's question, a sudden sense of foreboding washed over him—

If people start criticizing our sponsors online, should I control the comments or immediately grant them access?

Yu Jinheng nodded slightly and, with the tone of a domineering CEO in a luxury store saying, "I don't want this, I'll take everything," he said to the camera, "Then I'll take them all."

"I want everything here."

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon Cen Yu, who was standing to the other side.

Cen Yu happened to make eye contact with him, and then he turned his gaze away, as if he had only accidentally made eye contact with Cen Yu.

And at this moment, the comments section was filled with—

[What's wrong, guys? You're not cursing anymore? Weren't you having a good time cursing the male sister-in-law? Now that the domineering CEO says he wants them all, why are you all suddenly silent?!]