Kevin was still the chef at the restaurant on the first floor. There were no "customers" at the moment. Kevin sat on a high stool, holding up his phone and striking several flamboyant poses.
Lan Qingyue casually swept her hand across his hair. This… it was so greasy it could kill a fly! She suppressed a laugh that threatened to break character and said, “Hi, Chef Kevin, your hairstyle looks exceptionally handsome today!”
"Really?" Kevin quickly put down his hand, hiding his phone which was covered in selfies, snapped his fingers, and praised, "Blue Beauty, you have great taste! Your fashion sense is just as good as mine!"
Lan Qingyue: "..."
No problem, no problem.
I was just being polite, don't take it seriously.
Kevin glanced at the aloof and taciturn Wei Yu, and his handsome face instantly lit up with a smile like fireworks. "Beautiful Wei Yu, I have some good news to tell you. Do you want to hear it?"
Wow.
Good news.
I want to hear it!
Lan Qingyue instantly perked up; she loved hearing good news from others.
But looking at Wei Yu's expressionless face, it seemed she didn't really want to listen.
Lan Qingyue pouted and pulled Wei Yu to sit down at the table.
Wei Yu raised her eyes, her clear and bright eyes like a calm lake, cold and devoid of emotion. Her hand rested on the table, her fingers slightly curled, rhythmically tapping the surface, the muffled sound rippling outwards in circles. She smiled faintly and said, "If you want to talk, I'd be willing to listen."
Kevin: "..."
Are you trying to trap me?
Then I won't say anything.
He chuckled, using his phone screen as a mirror, and with his other hand, he casually touched the ends of his spiky hair. In a mature tone, he replied, "No, no, no, young people need to be patient. You need to act like you don't care even if you don't tell me, you know? I've thought about it and realized that telling you now would ruin the surprise. I'd better not tell you. Maintaining a sense of mystery will make you feel surprised and remember it, right?"
Wei Yu: "..."
Lan Qingyue: "..."
It's not fun at all.
Wei Yu chuckled softly, looking down. "I'd like a bowl of vegetable porridge, thank you."
Lan Qingyue also ordered a bowl of vegetable porridge.
It was Lan Qingyue's first time trying vegetable porridge. She thought it would taste so-so, but it was surprisingly amazing. The porridge was soft and flavorful. She didn't know what kind of vegetables they were, but they were very fragrant and had a natural feel to them. Eating them with the porridge created distinct layers of flavor.
Lan Qingyue and Wei Yu went back after breakfast, and guests gradually came downstairs.
After locking herself in her room for several days, Lan Qingyue started to have face blindness again. She kept saying "Hello, good morning" as she walked around, but she just couldn't remember the names.
...
The 20 makeup artists invited by the production team are ready. The guests are dressed and waiting for the makeup artists to do their makeup.
The makeup artist chose different makeup looks based on the style of the guests' outfits, and Lan Qingyue watched with fascination as she looked at herself in the mirror and gradually changed.
If the guests are made up to look so beautiful, won't the judges' attention be diverted?
Lan Qingyue had questions in her mind.
As it turns out, she was too naive. How could the production team possibly let such a stunningly beautiful guest appear on the show?
After the makeup and hairstyle were finalized, another staff member came over carrying a large box.
Lan Qingyue asked in surprise, "No way, we have to draw lots again?"
The staff member maintained a polite yet slightly awkward smile: "Yes."
"Please draw lots, teachers. One side will be your performance number, and the other side will be your mask."
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