Chapter 538 Culinary Skills Win Over the Film Crew

Then Yan Su followed the same method, preparing the eggplant and cabbage, and also cleaning a fish.

The next moment, flames shot up in the wok. He tossed the wok around, and as soon as the oil heated up, he sprinkled in a handful of chopped scallions, followed by greens and seasonings. With a quick swish, the flames burst into flames!

He calmly and confidently tossed the ladle, displaying the demeanor of a master chef.

Before long, the aroma of the dishes filled the air.

People around were gradually drawn over by the enticing aroma.

The photographer exclaimed, "Wow, man, you're amazing! You even have this hidden skill?"

The script supervisor exclaimed, "It smells so good! Is this eggplant? How can it smell so amazing?!"

Lighting guy: "Stop talking, suddenly my lunchbox doesn't taste good anymore!"

The chef, hands on his hips, protested angrily, "Hey, hey, hey, I'm still here! How dare you talk like that!"

The group of people were choked and dared not speak for a moment, after all, the chef had worked hard even if he didn't do anything special.

But to everyone's surprise, the chef turned around and said with a fawning expression, "Little Yan, right? Make more, I'll try some later."

"Tch~." The photographer, lighting technician, and script supervisor all scoffed in unison.

As the script supervisor watched, she exclaimed again, "Wow, Sister An is so lucky! Her boyfriend brings her milk tea and cooks for her himself. With a man like that, what more could she ask for in this life!"

The cameraman clicked his tongue lightly: "Don't talk nonsense. Sister An said he was just a driver!"

The script supervisor was displeased: "Brother Shui, you actually believe what Sister An said? I bet they're definitely a couple, I'll wager a hundred bucks, are you in?!"

"Let's gamble!"

Surrounded by onlookers, the cameraman asked directly, "Xiao Yan, Sister An isn't here right now. Tell me honestly, are you Sister An's boyfriend?"

As soon as he asked that question, everyone perked up their ears.

Yan Su chuckled and replied vaguely, "This...it'll be ready soon."

"Oh... so you two are mutually attracted and just waiting to confess your feelings, right? Hehe, I just watched you and Sister An filming and I felt there was something between you two. If you weren't a real couple, you definitely wouldn't be able to bring yourself to hurt her, you would definitely fall out!"

Yan Su glanced at An Jing's direction, coughed lightly and said, "Brother Shui, you know a lot. But our An An may seem strong on the surface, but she's actually very thin-skinned. Don't talk nonsense in front of her."

"Absolutely, I understand. Young people these days love the ambiguous stage! Don't worry, we won't make things up. This hundred yuan loss is worth it. Consider it my wedding gift to you and Sister An!" The cameraman winked at Yan Su, then took out a hundred yuan and stuffed it into the script supervisor's hand.

Yan Su laughed and said, "Thank you, Brother Shui. Perfect timing! I made extra, so you can invite everyone to try it. First come, first served!"

"Okay!"

A group of people lined up, and Yan Su served them food one by one.

As they were fighting, a pair of fair, delicate hands reached out and grabbed the lunchboxes. Yan Su looked up and apologized, "Sorry, we've taken them all."

As he spoke, he called out to the people still queuing behind him, "We're out of food, everyone can go home now."

The crowd dispersed with regret.

Zhao Ru held the lunchbox without touching it, and said softly, "Handsome, don't you still have two more servings? Why didn't you give them to me?"

Yan Su explained, "These two copies are already taken."

Zhao Ru instantly understood, glanced at An Jing and Wen Yue in the distance, gave an awkward smile, and left.

Looking at the scene, Wen Yue exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Anjing, even Zhao Ru is queuing up. Are we really not going to join them? Brother Yan seems to be very popular."

Anjing scoffed, "Ha, they're all just sweet talkers, a bunch of spineless cowards. I, Anjing, would rather starve to death than eat a single bite of his cooking!"

"Really? So ambitious?" Yan Su emerged from the crowd at some point, carrying two trays, and walked over to An Jing. "Stop arguing. Here, have a taste."

Quietly gazing at the delicious-looking and fragrant food, I unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Damn it, it's all her favorite food!

What's worse, Wen Yue was even acting as an expert, saying, "Is this stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar? And there's shredded meat in it too?"

"Hey, the minced meat and eggplant dish isn't oily at all!"

"My God, they even have crucian carp soup! What kind of heavenly food is this?!"

Anjing: "...Yueyue, did you get paid? That's outrageous!"

Yan Su watched her stubborn expression as she clearly wanted to eat, and couldn't help but laugh inside. He deliberately waved the tray back and forth in front of her and said, "The shredded potatoes with green peppers and shredded pork are not so bland; the minced pork and eggplant is not oily because the water was removed beforehand, and the minced pork can also absorb some of the oil; the crucian carp soup was not stewed for a long time, but it still turned milky white. I also added pepper to neutralize the fishy smell. How about it, you two, please taste it."

Wen Yue couldn't hold back any longer and took the lunchbox to start eating.

"What, aren't you going to order anything?"

Quietly looking at her own lunchbox, she haughtily refused, "I'm not coming!"

Yan Su offered a way out, saying, "If you don't eat, I won't feel accomplished. Come on, have some. I'm begging you to eat, okay?"

Wen Yue chimed in, "Sister Anjing, it tastes really good, you should have some, you'll definitely regret it if you don't!"

An Jing certainly knew it was delicious. When Yan Su was still the Cold Yama, he would cook different dishes for her every day. She had seen his cooking skills firsthand.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Seeing that she was still unmoved, Yan Su had no choice but to use reverse psychology: "You really won't eat it? Then I'll give it to Zhao Ru. She begged me for a long time just now, she was so pitiful."

After saying that, he made a move to get up.

Anjing grabbed his shoulder and said, "You dare?!"

Yan Su turned his head and pretended to be confused: "We can't just throw it away, that would be such a waste."

"Fine, since you've begged me so much, I'll give you face. Cough, here you go," An Jing said awkwardly.

Yan Su turned his head and smiled: "Alright, thank you for your consideration, President An!"

Anjing rolled her eyes at him, then eagerly picked up her chopsticks.

"How does it taste?" Yan Su looked at her expectantly.

"It's...okay, edible." Anjing said, her mouth already stuffed full of food.

Wen Yue smiled secretly: "An Jing, you guys eat here first. I'm done eating, I'll go for a walk around the neighborhood to digest."

"Hmm, wait until I finish eating before we eat together..."

"No, you don't need to rush, eat slowly."

After Wen Yue finished speaking, she ran off with her lunchbox, leaving only An Jing and Yan Su behind, and the air suddenly felt a little strange.

Seeing her eating with relish, Yan Su couldn't hide the smile on his lips. He then pulled a chicken leg from his pocket and handed it to An Jing.

An Jing was stunned for a moment: "Where did this come from?!"

"I bought it at the local supermarket; they said it's a local specialty." He glanced around and whispered, "It's just for you; don't let anyone else see it."

Anjing almost spat out her mouthful of rice; this guy made it sound like she was doing something shady, even though it was just a chicken leg.