The clock hanging on the wall was exactly half past ten.

The unknown crowd that came in this morning and has not left until now——

[Is there really no one here to take care of this? What the hell is wrong with the photographer?! Why are his hands shaking even more? ? !]

[Can the variety show director please come out and check if this live broadcast is still watchable? It made me dizzy! ]

“…”

The director who was scolded by the barrage did not respond because he was already busy with his own affairs.

The staff of the "Lucky Restaurant" program, from the director to the handymen, were all sitting in the lobby of the Group B guest restaurant, shivering collectively.

The barrage area said that as a variety show fan who has watched variety shows for many years, this is the first time to see the full picture of the program crew who usually stay behind the scenes and not show up in front of the public in a variety show. Everyone is present so completely and neatly that it is simply a "spectacle".

The restaurants in Group B have not yet opened, so all seats are vacant.

The director was fortunate enough to be assigned the position closest to the restaurant's kitchen, which was the chief position. This meant that he would be the first person to taste and fill out the evaluation form.

But is this his blessing or his curse? If possible, he would rather not have this "honor"! It's really unnecessary!

"Director." A cruel voice that shattered hope sounded in my ears.

Qunjie pushed a small food cart and stopped in front of the director. There were four plates on the cart, each of which was covered tightly with a lid without revealing anything.

Everyone looked over, and in an instant their nerves tensed up, even the air became tense.

There are four courses for lunch...

Some people swallowed their saliva instinctively. Of course, it was not because of greed but because of fear.

The director stared at the plate closest to him with fear in his eyes, as if there was a monster under the lid, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his bald forehead.

When Qunjie reached out to open the first lid, the director's breathing became choked and his nervousness reached its peak.

Then, he was stunned.

Because he saw that under the lid was a glass of water. No, to be precise, it was a glass of sparkling water. There were tiny bubbles on the wall of the glass. The rim of the cup was shaped with a slice of fresh lemon.

Lemonade?

The director felt that things were definitely not that simple. With the previous experience as a lesson, he transformed himself into an agent and investigated the secret of this glass of lemonade as if facing a great enemy.

But after looking left and right, I couldn't see anything wrong. Apart from some lemon crumbs scattered in the cup, the water was clear, and there was no strange and weird stuff like lard and coriander.

This looks like just an ordinary glass of lemonade.

Perhaps they believed what they saw, or perhaps because they were still a little nauseous, so this glass of clear water seemed very refreshing. Or perhaps they guessed that Sheng Yuan was just playing a prank on them in the morning and would not have such an idea at noon, so they started to prepare a serious 'menu'.

The director let down his guard and reached out to pick up the small disposable paper cup in front of him.

All the staff members behind him gathered around, staring at the director's movements nervously and intently. Their thoughts were almost the same as the director's, and they also believed that there should be no problem with the glass of water.

For a moment, no one noticed the intriguing expression on Qunjie's face.

And then the next second.

"Puff!" The director's mouth turned into a human-shaped fountain.

“Cough! Cough cough!!”

“Water! Water!!” The director didn’t know whether he was choking or coughing, his face flushed and he roared, “Give me some water!!!”

Someone hurriedly handed over a glass of water. The director couldn't wait to take it and poured it into his mouth within a second. It was still not enough, so he picked up the kettle with both hands and started pouring it into his mouth.

This scared everyone, and they instantly jumped back as far away from the glass of lemonade as possible.

"Director, are you okay?" he asked cautiously.

"Is the soul still alive?"

"What's your bank card password?"

The director calmed down a bit, put down the kettle, and exhaled: "It's so spicy, it's killing me!"

Spicy??? "Director, you drank it too hastily. I didn't have time to tell you that this is a glass of raw garlic juice and lemon soda." Qun Jie said while standing nearby.

Raw, garlic, juice, lemon soda!!! Something more explosive than a lard latte, it appeared.

Everyone was shocked. They finally understood why the director said it was spicy. How could it not be spicy if it was made of raw garlic? It made the director look like a pug!!

When it was time to unveil the second dish, the director would never let his guard down again. No matter how tempting the food on the plate was, he would never be fooled again! The director acted as if he was ready for battle, his eyes piercing with determination.

Then the plate was removed and he vomited, vomiting right there and then.

All the staff behind him also said in unison: "Ugh!!!"

It turned out that there was no explosion, only more explosion! Qunjie held the lid in his hand with an expression that he couldn't bear to look directly at it. He looked forward, his eyes just refused to look at the plate below, and introduced with bated breath: "This is--"

“Dragon fruit chicken feet.”

Perhaps the photographer also thought that the situation might get out of control, so he prepared a tripod in advance and placed the camera on it. The lens swung intelligently. It was really smart, and it immediately focused on the things in the second plate.

It is a pot of very well-cooked chicken feet and crushed dragon fruit mixed together. The dragon fruit used is the red-hearted pitaya. The bright red and ripe flesh and small black seeds are evenly covered on each chicken foot, and the original color of the chicken feet is dyed red.

The key is that it is still steaming hot from just coming out of the pot.

This visual experience is... so terrible that it is outrageous!!!

I never thought that dragon fruit could be paired with chicken feet! !

I don't know if the camera was set up, but once it focused, the lens immediately zoomed in for a close-up.

Instantly, the entire barrage area was severely impacted——

[Fuck, fuck, fuck! How come this Yanshai is almost the same as the one I had this morning!!!]

[Save my eyes, someone save my eyes!! My eyes are dirty!! I beg for a pair of eyes that have never seen dragon fruit chicken feet!!]

【……】

Someone asked a question from the depths of his soul: "... Can this thing really be eaten?"

Qunjie only wanted to complete the punishment task as soon as possible and then open the restaurant: "You can try it first."

"Director, you are the hero of all of us." Without hesitation for a second, the man quickly found a pair of chopsticks and handed them to the director with both hands.

Everyone looked at the director with respect.

director:"…………"

Barrage area——[High energy ahead, I suggest you adjust the volume to the minimum. You’re welcome. I know you will thank me later. 】

Next second.

"vomit……"

“Ugh…Ugh…”

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh!!" The sounds that sounded like the rhythm of a symphony came out from the live broadcast room one after another.

The sensory and psychological impact was enormous. Millions of people online in the live broadcast room almost listened to the director vomiting while biting off half of the chicken claw with dragon fruit pulp. They heard their brows furrowed, their faces twisted, their teeth bared throughout the whole process, and at the same time hated themselves for not listening to others' advice to turn down the volume.

Some people have discovered that chicken feet are boneless.

Qunjie explained: "The recipe Sheng Yuan gave me thoughtfully noted that chicken feet need to be boned."

Director: “…” He is so considerate, otherwise he would have been choked to death just now! !

The director was so desperate that he gnashed his teeth. Every word he said was filled with strong anger that he had to swallow his anger: "What's the next one?"

Qunjie's expression became very relaxed: "This one is much easier."

The director and all the staff of the program crew looked at him with suspicion, with an expression of "Do you think I will believe you?"

“Durian fried sticky rice.”

The lid was just opened a crack.

"Which idiot stepped on the horse!?" Someone at the back of the crowd covered his nose and couldn't help cursing.

I found that it was the same smell as the 'Durian Fried Rice' I had mentioned earlier.

This is another thing that I cannot look at directly. Durian and glutinous rice are two delicious foods on their own, but they are added together. It becomes sticky, mushy and yellowish, and the taste... is indescribable.

Those who eat durian and those who don't eat durian were instantly silent! No... I can't look at it a second time, otherwise...

Everyone asked: "Guest from Group B, is this what you call simple??!" If you are given a chance, you'd better say it again.

Qunjie looked very innocent: "I mean this is simpler than dragon fruit chicken feet. Deboning chicken feet is a bit troublesome. It took me a long time to do it."

Everyone: “…………” It’s really so cool! Qunjie didn’t want to keep the last dish in suspense, and quickly opened the lid: “The last dish is fruit.”

When they heard it was a fruit, they thought it couldn't be that outrageous! Everyone started to brainstorm and guess, could it be so sour that your teeth will fall out, or so bitter that it will bite your tongue? ?

The result was neither: "Mustard watermelon."

Four big words fell down.

“…………” Those who like mustard and those who like watermelon fell silent again.

After a moment of dead silence.

Everyone was screaming in madness. What the hell is this thing!!! You say it is a recipe, but just the names of the dishes are so popular in the recipe world. You say it is not a recipe, but that is ridiculous. It is even equipped with one dish, one staple food, one drink and one fruit after the meal.

The "recipe" of the guests in Group A should not be called a recipe, but "a daily taste bud assassination trick". - After hearing a lot of vomiting in the live broadcast room of the variety show "Lucky Restaurant" in the morning, an unknown crowd heard something different near noon.

It was a familiar group of people with work ID cards around their necks, looking as if they were "waiting to be executed by slow slicing", and they began to line up, each receiving a portion of the food on a plate.

Then--

"Ugh~~" Feeling disgusted.

“ha~~” It’s spicy.

"Ugh~~"

"Haha~~" I wasn't laughing, I was really crying because of the spiciness, my face was filled with tears.

"Ugh~ha~Ugh~ha~Ugh~ha~" He gagged in nausea while inhaling to relieve the spiciness.

“…”

This extremely weird scene, with a black and white filter, is simply a precious video of an ancient savage dinner party! For those who are waiting in line and haven't gotten their turn yet, this is undoubtedly a double fear and double inner torture. Their calves are shaking: "Can I not eat it, and then I can just write the evaluation form."

“…”

Qunjie crossed out a name on the list, looking understanding and sympathetic, as if he was about to agree to the request in the next second.

Then, he said in an extremely gentle and polite tone: "Please ask the teachers in the front to move faster and not block the teachers behind you. Let the teachers behind you move forward a little bit."

No one can stop Qunjie's determination to complete the punishment task and open his own restaurant.

The director covered his mouth, feeling as if someone had set two fires on him. He covered his stomach, or to be more precise, his stomach, and looked around.

Seeing all the staff members of his production team slumped on their chairs, each of them extremely weak and in a miserable state, the director could no longer endure it.

His rage made him realize belatedly what was going on.

He had a gloomy face and a terrifying expression. He walked out of the door of Group B restaurant angrily with his staff and photographers.

He walked straight into the alley next to the restaurant of Group B, looking like he was ready to call for justice. -In the small courtyard.

The PD and the photographer of Group A were about to fight over who would carry the last bag of potatoes.

Of course, the two of them were not quarreling about trying to refuse each other. They were quarreling over who should move the potatoes. One hand held the left side of the bag tightly, while the other hand held the right side of the bag tightly. Neither of them was willing to admit defeat, and sparks were about to come out of their eyes.

It took nearly fifteen minutes to move a bag of potatoes from the alley entrance to the yard.

"How about rock, paper, scissors?" The accompanying PD saw that this was not a solution, so he made a suggestion.

"Okay." The photographer agreed proudly.

After the accompanying PD won, the photographer immediately shouted, "We need to play two out of three!"

After the photographer scored a goal, the accompanying PD immediately became dissatisfied: "Let's play best of five!"

This cycle continued until the 37th round, and the two of them were still standing there motionless, really not moving an inch.

If the potato could speak at this moment, it would definitely say: Brothers, if you don't put me down, I can roll in by myself.

until--

"Small cake." Three words came out lightly from inside, and the bag of potatoes finally arrived safely in the back kitchen of Group A's restaurant at the speed of a 100-meter race.

“…”

"Sheng Yuan!"

An unfriendly voice came from outside the door.

(End of this chapter)