Chapter 246
Chapter 246
It's another sunny day.
Su Ran had already exceeded her living expenses yesterday, so the program's activities were no challenge for her at all.
Logically speaking, she shouldn't need to work anymore.
But this left her with nothing to do.
Yesterday, the director held a meeting specifically for Su Ran, staying up all night, and early this morning, he sent someone to talk to her.
"Congratulations to Su Ran for becoming the first guest on the show to exceed the living expenses target, triggering a hidden mission."
"A mission?" Su Ran took the mission card handed to her by the staff.
Upon seeing the content, Su Ran's brows furrowed.
"You want me to organize a team-building activity?" She never expected that the production team would give her such a big surprise when she woke up!
The staff member nodded with a smile.
Su Ran was a bit overwhelmed. She had never liked dealing with these kinds of situations, let alone having to personally take charge of the arrangements.
Previously, when she attended some celebrity banquets, everything was arranged by the organizers, and she could just go and eat.
Making her the one to handle these trivial matters is even more unbearable than going to work or acting.
"Can I exchange it?" she asked.
The staff member shook his head.
[Haha, this is the first time I've seen Ghost Voice look so defeated.]
Like me, I really dislike making travel plans when I travel, but unfortunately, I'm the only reliable one among my girlfriends.
[Ghostly voice is probably thinking: "Let me cook, sure! But let me organize team-building activities to liven things up? No way!"]
Back in my room, I caught a glimpse of a little butterfly grinning from ear to ear.
He shoved the task card in his hand into her arms.
"This arduous task is now entrusted to you."
The little butterfly was taken aback.
"You are abusing child labor!"
"Sweetie, I'll make you something delicious."
In fact, it doesn't take long for Little Butterfly to filter out the most suitable locations for team building, quickly complete the PPT plan within the system, and send it to Su Ran's email.
The little butterfly urged Su Ran to quickly look at its results, its big eyes sparkling, full of requests for a reward.
"Boating on the lake? Where is that?"
“It’s at the far east end of the town, not far, only a ten-minute drive away.” She pointed to the photos on her phone, “And look, the lakeside is full of willow trees, so beautiful, and there are even little ducks.”
Su Ran looked up. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
The little butterfly looked completely innocent. "What?"
"Shi Youyou, no, her current name is Tang Weiwei. She is allergic to willow catkins."
The little butterfly wrinkled its nose and pouted, "So you don't want to go to this place? Humph."
Seeing its appearance, Su Ran knew perfectly well that the little butterfly was standing up for what happened yesterday.
He immediately said indulgently, "Go, why wouldn't we go? Our little butterfly can go wherever she wants."
The little butterfly hummed and chirped, her face brightening. "That's more like it! Let's settle on that then!"
After a long day of hard work, the group returned to the designated location and were immediately drawn in by a strong aroma, causing their stomachs to rumble with hunger.
Su Ran earned enough for living expenses, so she didn't need to be as diligent as them, buying groceries and cooking well in advance before they returned.
Tang Weiwei and Shi An had had enough of industrial saccharin, and now seeing Su Ran's dishes with so many variations, they couldn't help but feel a bit more threatened.
"Teacher Guiyin is so leisurely, it's enviable. She spends all day busy with cooking, unlike us, who have to go out and work hard to eat."
Tang Weiwei secretly thought, what's the use of earning enough funds in advance? She can't show her diligence in front of the camera, and the audience will think she's lazy. No matter how beautiful she is, there are viewers who don't like lazy people, right?
Su Ran raised her head, her beautiful eyes blossoming with a smile, and said leisurely, "Who told me to be so smart?"
Tang Weiwei: "..."
The live stream chat was filled with laughter.
[Hahaha, my Ghost Voice is so smart!]
[Yes, Ghost Voice earned all her living expenses early on using her fishing skills. What else could it be but cleverness?]
[I find Tang Weiwei rather sarcastic and unsettling.]
[Upstairs, your feeling is correct; she's just being sarcastic and unfriendly.]
Does Tang Weiwei have a grudge against our Guiyin?
[No way, is Tang Weiwei afraid that Guiyin will steal Shi An away?]
[Really?]
【How is it impossible? Don't you see how lethal Ghost Voice's face is?】
With her strikingly beautiful face, Su Ran brought out the last bowl of soup. When she saw the host, Wang Lei, and others bringing over the chefs who had been scoring the day before, she raised an eyebrow.
The chefs happened to meet Su Ran's gaze, and immediately lowered their heads, pretending not to see her.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems Tang Weiwei and the others have given a lot, enough to make them do this much willingly," Su Ran said, shaking her head.
The little butterfly was a bit unconvinced. "Does that mean we'll lose this round too?"
"not necessarily."
"No matter how delicious your cooking is, they will give you a lower score than Tang Weiwei."
"Sometimes we have to use extraordinary measures."
The little butterfly's eyes lit up.
"Kill them?"
Su Ran frowned and tapped the little butterfly on the head, "What have you been learning from me? You only learn the bad things and not the good ones."
She put her hands behind her back and said, "Humans are selfish. As long as there is a benefit, they will rush to do anything." She pointed to the bowl of soup she had just served and said, "Don't underestimate this ordinary red bean and carp soup. Once they drink it, they will know how powerful it is."
Thanks to the system's powerful search engine, it was even possible to find all the secret recipes for exquisite dishes from the past century. This was a truly joyous surprise for someone like Su Ran who loves to cook.
Just like yesterday, the father and son, Shen Kong, served four dishes and a soup, looking disheveled. Although the presentation of the dishes could be improved, they looked edible compared to yesterday.
Song Lu's dish was her usual home-style cooking. It looked very appetizing and looked delicious, but the taste was just so-so. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't exactly amazing either.
When it came to Tang Weiwei, the same trick was used again, and the three chefs praised those dishes to the skies.
Until it was Su Ran's turn.
"What seasonings are added to make it taste so delicious? The flavor of the fish and the fragrance of the red beans blend perfectly together, without any strange or overpowering taste. Instead, it makes the taste even more refreshing."
The fat chef was immediately amazed by the delicious soup. He had never tasted such a delicious soup before; it was simply heavenly!
Su Ran smiled, "Since you like it so much, why don't I tell you how I made it?"
Upon hearing this, the chubby chef was so shocked that he almost dropped his spoon!
Does she mean she's going to give him a secret recipe?!
This soup tastes just as good as the soup in his private restaurant, and even his signature soup can't compare to this red bean and carp soup!
This secret formula for the ghost rhythm game is really something else.
If he had this secret recipe, he would be a renowned soup-making master in H City.
This little girl actually said she wanted to give him the soup?
If he really had to accept it… the fat chef glanced at Tang Weiwei beside him, who was subtly warning him.
My heart immediately trembled.
But then he changed his mind.
He and Tang Weiwei were from different fields. What was he, a person in the culinary world, afraid of? Besides, he was afraid of the culinary master who taught Tang Weiwei how to cook.
If he had Su Ran's secret recipe for this soup, he could also outshine Chef Li.
What are you afraid of?
He clearly made a profit by exchanging real ratings for a priceless secret recipe!
"10 points." The chubby chef showed his score.
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