There’s a poem from the American side that’s really well written.
“I could have endured the darkness, if I had never seen the sun.
Yet the sunlight has made my desolation into a newer desolation.”
That’s basically what He Jiong and the others are thinking right now.
Before Jiang Nian cooked.
Looking at that pot of big white fatty pork stewed with green beans that Huang Lei made.
Even though it didn’t look great.
Even though it didn’t seem very appetizing.
But thinking that Huang Lei had worked so hard to make it, they figured they could close their eyes, grit their teeth, and force it down.
But now, after seeing Jiang Nian cook, their thinking completely changed.
The pork stewed with green beans that Jiang Nian made—the steps were almost identical to Huang Lei’s.
But the result was completely different.
Take the meat, for example.
When Huang Lei was making the stewed green beans, he handled the meat very sloppily.
He threw raw meat straight into the pot, fried it in oil for just a little while, then couldn’t wait to add water, add vegetables, and start braising.
Never mind whether the gamey smell in the meat was properly removed—just look at the fat. It had only been rendered for such a short time that barely any oil came out. The whole thing looked greasy and unappetizing.
Jiang Nian made up for all of that.
After cutting the meat into mahjong-tile-sized cubes, boiling them, and blanching them to remove the gamey smell.
He pulled a few pieces of firewood out of the stove, put them out, and waited until the fire died down to a low flame. Then he added rock sugar to cold oil and slowly stir-fried it.
Once the caramel color was ready, he added the meat and stirred so every piece was evenly coated with the caramel color. Then he added dark soy sauce and regular soy sauce.
Finally, he added Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, bay leaves, dried chili peppers, ginger, and other seasonings, and started rendering the meat.
This is a delicate job.
If too little oil is rendered out of the meat, it tastes greasy.
If too much oil is rendered out, the texture becomes dry and tough.
If Jiang Nian hadn’t gotten the system, he actually wouldn’t have been able to control that balance well either.
But now, possessing the memories of three palace eunuchs—’Du Gao,’ ‘Yu Huatian,’ and ‘Zhuan Lun Wang’—
He had extracted quite a bit of imperial chef skill from their memories.
This sort of thing, for Jiang Nian, couldn’t be called simple—it could only be called a piece of cake.
He silently stir-fried the meat in the pot.
Under the high heat, the fat in the pork began to melt.
Through caramelization and the Maillard reaction.
A rich, fragrant aroma spilled out from the pot.
“Mom, it smells so good.”
Song Dandan’s son Batu caught the smell coming from the pot and couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
This was way, way more fragrant than what Huang Lei made.
Hearing this, Song Dandan subconsciously nodded, then realized something was off and quickly slapped Batu: “You silly child, what are you saying?”
Then she lowered her voice: “Can you just say things like that? Don’t you see Huang Lei’s face has gone dark?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Batu was stunned for a moment, then looked to the side. Sure enough, Huang Lei was standing there with a dark face, glaring at him furiously.
Clearly, he was very unhappy about Batu praising Jiang Nian’s cooking!
This was understandable.
After all, when he was cooking just now, this Batu had been standing right beside him without saying a word.
Now it was Jiang Nian’s turn, and his dish wasn’t even done yet, and Batu was already praising how good it smelled.
What did that mean?
That he, Huang Lei, didn’t cook well enough, wasn’t fragrant enough?
“Hmph!”
Seeing Batu look over, Huang Lei didn’t give him a friendly face at all. He just snorted coldly, turned his head away, and sulkily picked up his chopsticks to eat the stewed green beans from the pot by himself.
Sensing the awkward atmosphere.
He Jiong, the smooth operator, quickly tried to smooth things over.
“Batu, you’re just hungry, right?”
“Haha, makes sense. After all, we’ve been busy all morning and haven’t eaten yet.”
“Perfect timing—Teacher Huang’s food is ready too. Let’s eat a little to tide us over, okay?”
As soon as he said this.
Visibly, Batu’s face was written all over with resistance.
Song Dandan’s expression also changed.
What the heck?
Eat Huang Lei’s food?
“Teacher He, didn’t you hear what Teacher Jiang said earlier?”
“Those undercooked green beans are toxic!”
Worried that her precious son might eat himself into trouble.
Song Dandan quickly went over to He Jiong and whispered.
He Jiong naturally understood her concern.
But what could they do?
They were filming a variety show!
If they wouldn’t even eat the food made by Huang Lei, a permanent cast member and the head chef, how could they keep filming this show?!
As for the toxic undercooked green beans…
“I have an idea.”
He Jiong lowered his voice and told Song Dandan his plan.
Hearing this, Song Dandan’s eyes went wide. She didn’t say anything, but the shocked look she gave He Jiong seemed to say: “That’s allowed?”
“It won’t cause any problems, will it?”
Song Dandan was still a bit uneasy and asked quietly.
He Jiong nodded: “Don’t worry, absolutely nothing will happen. I just checked on my phone—as long as you don’t swallow the toxic green beans into your stomach, nothing will happen.”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I meant, if we do this, will Huang Lei be able to accept it?” Song Dandan explained.
At this, He Jiong spread his hands: “What can he do if he doesn’t accept it? We can’t all end up in the hospital with him, right? That would be a major variety show incident. And honestly, as long as we play along well, he might not even notice!”
In just half a day, He Jiong had already formed a basic understanding of Huang Lei’s character.
He couldn’t say this approach would be 100% effective, but at least it was the safest method.
“Okay.” Song Dandan responded, then turned her face and quietly explained He Jiong’s plan to Batu, Dahua, and Yang Mi.
Then, under the three’s shocked gazes of ‘you can even do that,’ she led them to the dining table together with He Jiong.
He Jiong said with a grin, trying to smooth things over: “Teacher Huang, are you angry?”
“I’m not. Why would I be angry?”
Huang Lei took a sip of liquor, stubborn as ever.
But the flash of pleasure that passed through his eyes still betrayed that his thoughts were otherwise.
After all, he was naturally a very smug and self-centered person.
Especially after becoming a teacher and being flattered every day.
Huang Lei had almost convinced himself that the world revolved around him.
Otherwise, in Jiang Nian’s previous life, he wouldn’t have gone to teach the national table tennis coach how to play, just to attract attention.
He even denied all the table tennis players’ hard work, talent, and skill, just to make himself look professional.
At the same time, he elevated the topic, attributing all their achievements and honors to some belief system no one had ever heard of.
It was, frankly, pretty absurd.
And now, although it hadn’t reached that point yet.
He Jiong had already caught a preliminary glimpse of the situation.
So, after hearing Huang Lei’s answer, he directly took the opportunity to smooth things over: “Good that you’re not angry. I knew Teacher Huang was so magnanimous—definitely not the type to get angry over something trivial.”
Having said that, as if feeling it wasn’t enough, he quickly urged everyone: “Sit, everyone sit, let’s eat!”
Everyone immediately understood and sat down one after another, thanking Huang Lei.
Huang Lei was floating on their flattery.
So he shot Jiang Nian a look full of smugness.
As if to say.
What’s the use of going against him?
In this entertainment industry, your standing is everything!
Going against him—you, Jiang Nian, are truly overestimating yourself!
“Hmph!”
With a smug snort, Huang Lei called everyone over: “Eat, eat! Everyone try my stewed green beans, see if they’re really half-cooked like someone said!”
As soon as he said this, everyone’s faces showed a trace of discomfort.
Although they had already figured out how to deal with Huang Lei before coming, they really hadn’t expected that this bastard Huang Lei was so clueless that he’d actually dare to make them eat it.
Song Dandan and the others exchanged glances.
In the end, it was He Jiong who came through. He directly picked up a green bean, put it in his mouth, pretended to bite, then quickly took it out, and said with exaggerated enthusiasm: “Who says these beans are old? These beans are amazing!”
Batu, smelling the aroma from Jiang Nian’s cooking, was genuinely hungry by now.
He directly shoveled a mouthful of rice and, imitating the others, praised: “So delicious.”
Seeing this, Song Dandan’s heart jumped.
She thought Batu had actually eaten the green beans and quickly patted him, saying anxiously: “Son, why are you eating so much?”
Hearing this, Huang Lei nearby thought Song Dandan was worried Batu would eat too much and there wouldn’t be enough for her, so he said: “Changying, look at what you’re saying. If the kid wants to eat, let him eat. We don’t have much else here, but we’ve got plenty of rice to go around.”
Song Dandan now realized she’d said the wrong thing in the heat of the moment. She gave a dry laugh and quickly tried to cover: “That’s different. The main thing is this kid is on a diet. If he eats this much, how’s he going to lose weight?”
Huang Lei didn’t think much of it and just said instinctively:
“Changying, that’s where you’re wrong. Losing weight is a gradual process. You have to go with the flow, just like life. If you keep chasing and rushing, you won’t achieve your goal. You need to calm down and enjoy the process. That way—”
Seeing Huang Lei launch into a long speech at the drop of a hat.
He Jiong, Yang Mi, and Dahua exchanged glances.
“He’s at it again.”
“Yeah, anything you want to say?”
“No, because my native language is speechlessness.”
Sometimes you really want to pop Huang Lei’s head open and see how his brain is wired.
Once he starts lecturing people, good grief, it’s like he’s activated a lethal tempo—he just goes on and on!
Heaven knows.
Song Dandan is almost sixty.
In the entertainment industry, she could be considered a veteran artist.
But now, standing in front of Huang Lei.
The poor woman, like a grandchild, had been lectured by Huang Lei for ages and couldn’t even get a word in.
Song Dandan’s face had gone dark.
It was also at this moment that she suddenly understood just how valuable Jiang Nian’s pointing at Huang Lei’s nose and cursing him really was!
Whether it was brave or not aside, it was genuinely satisfying!
Just as Huang Lei was getting happier and happier with his speech, as if the next second he was about to take custody of Batu from Song Dandan.
Suddenly, an unprecedented, wondrous fragrance wafted over!
Everyone was drawn by the smell and instinctively looked over.
There, not far away, Jiang Nian sat in front of the stove and lifted the lid!
“Clang clang clang—”
The spatula struck the iron wok, making a crisp sound.
After forty minutes, Jiang Nian’s food was finally ready!
Actually, by normal logic, this braised pork stewed with green beans would need at least an hour.
But Jiang Nian had discovered something very fun while cooking.
That is, as long as he reasonably mobilized his internal energy, he could speed-cook the dish.
Because cooking is essentially a process of removal and fusion.
As long as he used internal energy for targeted enhancement.
He could easily make this dish, which originally needed an hour, be done in just forty minutes.
He picked up chopsticks, grabbed a piece of steaming green bean and braised pork, and put it in his mouth.
The green beans were soft, tender, and full of flavor. The braised pork melted in his mouth!
At the same time, thanks to the use of internal energy, these ingredients had fully absorbed the flavors and nutrients from the sauce.
The taste was extraordinarily rich, with incredibly distinct layers.
It was only because Jiang Nian had the memories of Yu Huatian and the others, and had seen plenty of grand occasions, that he didn’t lose his composure.
But even so, for a moment, he couldn’t quite tell whether he was eating green beans or a state banquet!
“Holy crap, amazing!”
Jiang Nian exclaimed, then put the lid back on the pot.
Because he felt this dish still wasn’t perfect. If he could let it simmer for another minute or two, even the gods wouldn’t be able to find fault with it.
But before he could do that.
“Teacher Jiang, is the food ready?”
A ghostly voice came from behind. Jiang Nian instinctively turned around and got a shock.
Because while he had been focused on tasting the dish, Yang Mi, He Jiong, and Dahua had somehow appeared behind him, and were now staring straight at the pot in front of him, swallowing their saliva like crazy.
“???”
Jiang Nian was completely baffled by their tiger-like stance and said instinctively: “It’s not ready yet. I just got the green beans cooked. You guys…”
The remaining half of the sentence—’maybe wait a bit longer’—hadn’t even been spoken.
When Yang Mi’s eyes lit up and her voice suddenly shot up: “The beans are cooked? If the beans are cooked, then it’s ready! Teacher He!”
“Here!”
“Grab the pot!”
“Got it!”
He Jiong responded, and without caring about Jiang Nian’s reaction, he rushed up, grabbed the pot handle, and like that dog-stealing Gaz, took the pot and whoosh—ran off.
Yang Mi and Dahua followed close behind.
They stared at the pot in He Jiong’s hands like they were looking at a lover, unable to look away.
Until He Jiong put the pot on the table.
The three of them could no longer hold back. They all reached out in unison, grabbed the lid, and with a tacit understanding, opened it!
Instantly.
A pungent fragrance rushed at them.
Like an iron fist, swinging out ruthlessly, heavily striking their hearts.
In that instant.
They felt as if they were standing in heaven.
Countless angels held heavenly instruments, singing hymns in unison.
Amidst that glorious sacred music.
The God of Green Beans and the God of Braised Pork descended from the sky.
Boundless divine power made all three of them lose all resistance in an instant, becoming its devoted followers!
“Drip, drip—”
Without realizing it, Dahua’s saliva was already dripping out.
He stared at the dish, eyes glazed.
As the youngest and least senior guest in the Mushroom House, all the dirty and tiring work was mainly done by him. So he had been starving for a long time.
Now, smelling such an enticing and dominant aroma.
It directly overwhelmed his brain.
Making him forget hierarchy, forget status, his mind focused on only one thing: eat!
Without a word of nonsense, he grabbed his chopsticks, viciously picked up a big chunk of green beans and meat, put it in his bowl, and with the cold rice, shoved it in hard.
“Whoosh—”
His teeth barely moved, and the scalding juices inside the green beans and braised pork exploded in his mouth!
In that instant, his mouth felt like a spice shop had been knocked over.
The sourness of hawthorn, the bitterness and sweetness of caramel, the spiciness of chili, the saltiness of salt, and the umami formed by all those ingredients coming together!
They merged together, yet didn’t clash. Instead, like a whole, they blended perfectly—you in me, me in you.
It made one feel as if they were in a garden, frolicking with six women of different charms in turn.
The mood was nothing but joy, pure joy!
So much so that even though it was so hot it felt like his mouth was about to blister, he couldn’t bear to spit it out. Instead, he quickly opened his mouth, breathed frantically, and then swallowed it in one gulp!
“Awesome! So freaking awesome!”
“Teacher He, Teacher Yang, let me tell you, this dish is incredible!”
“The green beans are soft and delicate, the braised pork falls apart with a gentle press, paired with the soft, sweet, and sticky potatoes.”
“In all my life, I’ve never eaten stewed green beans this delicious!”
“No, I’ve never even eaten any dish this delicious!”
After quickly taking a sip of water, Dahua said excitedly to He Jiong and Yang Mi.
Yang Mi didn’t pay him any attention.
Even He Jiong, who usually loved using exaggerated performances and words to praise food, didn’t even glance at Dahua now.
He just kept his head down, frantically fishing food out of the pot, his chopsticks moving so fast they were almost a blur.
This wasn’t him acting like a diva.
It was just that now was simply not the time to pay attention to Dahua.
If it were Huang Lei’s food, forget fighting over it—if you wanted to eat, they’d let you have the whole pot to yourself.
But Jiang Nian’s? Sorry, not giving up even a little!
Dahua clearly realized this too, so he quickly extended his chopsticks and frantically grabbed food.
Seeing this, the corgi Xiao H beside them wagged its tail frantically, stood up on its two short legs, climbed onto the table, looked at the food in the pot, and barked non-stop, just begging for a bite.
But no one paid it any attention.
Seeing that the dish that had just been brought over was already almost half gone in just this short time, with Yang Mi and the others each having a big bowl of food.
Song Dandan, standing nearby, got anxious.
This pot of stewed green beans Jiang Nian made—just smelling it was already this fragrant.
If she actually ate it, wouldn’t she be so overwhelmed by the fragrance that she’d do somersaults!
So she quickly grabbed her bowl and chopsticks: “Hey hey, slow down, slow down, stop grabbing, leave me some!”
Seeing her like this, Batu beside her also quickly grabbed his bowl and chopsticks and followed, immediately picking up a big chunk of meat and green beans and putting it in his mouth.
Needless to say, love and no love really show differently.
When eating Huang Lei’s food, people’s words were nice, each one nicer than the last.
But their eyes had no sparkle at all.
Like walking corpses, just going through the motions for the sake of it.
But now, eating Jiang Nian’s pot of stewed green beans, instantly, Batu’s eyes went wide, his eyeballs shining!
If at this moment, he had to find an adjective to describe Jiang Nian’s cooking.
He only had two words.
Delicious!
Fucking delicious!
At the same time, after this one bite, he also understood why Yang Mi and the others were acting so crazily.
So he quickly grabbed his chopsticks and joined the food-grabbing army.
This scene left Huang Lei stunned.
No, wait.
When he brought his food over earlier, every single one of you either said you were full or said you were on a diet, eating just a little and stopping.
But now that it’s Jiang Nian’s food on the table.
You’re all acting like starving ghosts reincarnated, like you haven’t eaten in eight lifetimes?!
“Fuck! You guys are playing me!?”
Realizing this, Huang Lei’s face instantly turned the color of pork liver!
Because this was humiliation.
Even more vicious, even more disgusting humiliation than cursing at him directly!
His eyes instantly turned gloomy.
Just then, Jiang Nian finished washing his hands and slowly walked over, ready to eat.
But when he saw the situation in the pot, he was startled.
Because the dish he had worked so hard to make was now down to just a thin layer at the bottom.
But how much time had passed?
Two minutes?
“Holy shit!”
“Stop grabbing, leave me some!”
“I haven’t eaten anything yet!”
Jiang Nian got anxious too.
He simply picked up the pot and ran to the back.
Seeing this, Yang Mi and the others immediately got upset.
“Jiang Nian, what are you doing? Why are you taking the pot away? You won’t even let us eat?”
“Exactly, running off with the pot is too much. Teacher Jiang, just one last chopstickful—let me grab one last chopstickful, then you can take the pot away, okay?”
“What? You still want another chopstickful? You’re so greedy! Teacher Jiang, I won’t ask for much. There’s so much soup here, you can’t finish it all. Just give me a spoonful, okay? This soup mixed with rice would be absolutely amazing!”
“Me too, please, please!”
“Woof woof!”
That last bark was from Xiao H.
It was going crazy with craving now.
As a dog, its sense of smell was naturally sharper, so it knew even better how fragrant and delicious this dish was.
But even so, Yang Mi and the other five hadn’t given it a single bite.
It was so anxious it was almost about to start talking.
“I’m not a human, but you guys are real dogs!”
Jiang Nian ignored it, and didn’t believe Yang Mi and the others’ nonsense either.
A spoonful of soup?
Afraid that while scooping, the last bits of solid food would also get taken by them.
But looking at the pitiful looks in their eyes.
Jiang Nian’s heart softened after all.
He grabbed a clean basin from the side, poured half the soup into it, and handed it to them.
Seeing that Jiang Nian had seen through their plan, everyone was a bit disappointed.
But having soup to mix with rice still made them very happy.
So after dividing that basin of soup, they happily started eating.
While eating, they were still pulling little tricks.
Either sneaking two pieces of meat from someone else’s bowl while talking.
Or using all sorts of reasoning and emotional appeals, trying to freeload some food.
Watching them scheme and battle wits.
A scene of laughter and joy.
Sitting to the side with the pot, Jiang Nian was infected by their cheerful atmosphere, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
This is what eating among friends should be like!
Happy, talking and laughing.
Of course, it would be even better without Huang Lei, who had been crossing his arms and darkening the mood since earlier.
“Truly a giant baby to the extreme.”
Jiang Nian silently commented, then lowered his head to eat.
And just then.
“By the way, Jiang Nian, when did your cooking get so good?!”
After eating her fill, Yang Mi gradually calmed down. Thinking of something, she looked at Jiang Nian and asked a soul-piercing question.
She remembered clearly—during the time she lived with him, he had never cooked once.
When asked, he’d say he didn’t know how. When asked again, he’d say his cooking was terrible.
Now, on a variety show.
You just pull out this pot of food?
“Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”
Yang Mi said with a fake smile.
Hearing this, Jiang Nian’s expression froze.
Oh no!
When he was cooking earlier, he was only thinking about filling his stomach and forgot about this!
“Uh… Mimi, if I said this was an accident, a lucky fluke, would you believe me?”
Jiang Nian said, clearly lacking confidence.
Hearing this, before Yang Mi could answer, He Jiong and the others nearby chimed in: “Teacher Jiang, you’re too modest. With your skill, how could it possibly be a lucky fluke!”
Song Dandan also nodded: “Exactly. I’ve been a celebrity for so many years, and I’ve basically eaten all the delicacies in the country. But your dish, I’ll be honest—even the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse in the capital is slightly inferior!”
You should know, the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse in the capital is the only state guesthouse in the country that hasn’t been given a star rating.
It usually hosts important foreign guests like Old Deng, Putin, and Kim Jong-un!
The food there, placed in ancient times.
Would be a state banquet only emperors could eat!
Song Dandan had been fortunate enough to eat there once. That taste—even though she was used to delicacies—she still couldn’t forget.
Before this, in Song Dandan’s heart, it had always been unquestionably NO.1!
But now, its status had been shaken by Jiang Nian’s pot of stewed green beans.
You can imagine just how delicious Jiang Nian’s pot of stewed green beans really was!
Dahua also chimed in: “Teacher Jiang, your family isn’t some imperial chef lineage, is it?”
He Jiong said with a serious face: “Can’t say for sure. I’ve heard that the basic skill of an imperial chef is to perfectly blend all the flavors of a dish while still maintaining distinct layers of taste. And being able to apply that to such an ordinary dish—that’s not just any imperial chef. That would be a head chef from the imperial palace back in the day!”
Song Dandan nodded in agreement beside him.
Seeing them getting more and more exaggerated, Jiang Nian was momentarily speechless: “Alright, alright, what imperial chef lineage? My family is just an ordinary family from Northeast China, three generations of poor peasants with pure revolutionary roots!”
“This dish today really was just a lucky accident.”
“By the way, Director Wang, what are you doing here?”
“Also, why are you holding chopsticks, and why are you sticking your chopsticks into my pot?”
Jiang Nian said, then suddenly noticed something. He turned his head and looked at the director Wang Zhengyu, who had sneaked over, and asked.
Hearing this, “Yearning” director Wang Zhengyu gave an awkward smile.
Then, with lightning speed, he picked up a big chopstickful of food that Jiang Nian hadn’t touched and put it in his mouth.
Feeling that rich, fresh, fragrant taste burst from his mouth.
He finally understood why He Jiong and the others were so obsessed with this dish, so fanatical, even willing to fight over it!
Seeing him already immersed in the food, holding his chopsticks and instinctively about to grab more.
Jiang Nian’s face darkened and he directly interrupted: “No, Director Wang, what exactly are you here for? Don’t tell me you came all this way just to steal my food!”
Hearing this, Wang Zhengyu finally came back to his senses and gave a dry laugh: “Of course not. Mainly, I have something I want to talk to you about, Teacher Jiang.”
“Something?”
Jiang Nian said with a light exclamation.
Then he looked at everyone, raised his hand to signal that he needed to step away first, then shoveled a few mouthfuls of rice, put down the pot, and walked to the side.
This was a blind spot for the cameras. Wang Zhengyu quickly offered Jiang Nian a cigarette and lit it. Jiang Nian didn’t decline, held it in his mouth, took a deep drag, and said: “You want to talk about Huang Lei, right?”
“Correct!”
Wang Zhengyu nodded.
He rubbed his hands together a bit nervously: “Um, Teacher Jiang, although Teacher Huang doesn’t get along with you, he is after all our crew’s permanent guest. If you keep going at him and not giving him face, it’s not easy for us to film either.”
“You shouldn’t be telling me this. You should be telling him. As a director, you should know—as long as he doesn’t provoke me, I won’t pay him any attention.”
Jiang Nian said.
He’s always been like this.
If others don’t provoke him, he won’t provoke them. But if someone does provoke him, if he doesn’t step all over them, he’d write his name Jiang Nian backwards!
If today, Huang Lei’s attitude toward him had been normal, Jiang Nian wouldn’t have done anything to him.
And if he could have been like He Jiong or Song Dandan, treating him a bit better, Jiang Nian would have given him face too, so everyone could save face.
But no—he insisted on targeting Jiang Nian, treating him like he was nothing.
So what else could Jiang Nian do?
Definitely flip the table and nobody plays anymore.
Hearing this, Wang Zhengyu could only laugh awkwardly:
“You’re right, you’re right. But, that’s just his personality. Even if we told him, he wouldn’t listen. And if we say too much and he just up and quits filming, our show wouldn’t be able to continue. You understand, right?”
“Yes, I can understand your difficulties. But you also need to understand me. I don’t owe him anything, and I don’t owe him any favors. Why should I take this grievance? And I’ll say this right now—if he keeps acting like a jerk toward me, I’ll still go at him. That’s not going to change. Unless… I leave right now!”
To be honest, after spending the whole morning here, Jiang Nian had had enough.
After all, Huang Lei, that self-righteous idiot, kept disgusting him every now and then.
Even though he could always fire back at Huang Lei.
But the problem was—cursing at an idiot like Huang Lei, arguing with him, wasting breath—was there any meaning to it?
No meaning!
Jiang Nian felt that rather than continuing to waste time here, he’d be better off going back and practicing martial arts properly.
Breaking through “Evil-Resisting Sword Art” to great completion as soon as possible, so he wouldn’t have to abstain anymore—that was the most useful thing for him!
Hearing this, Wang Zhengyu’s face showed a trace of difficulty.
He hadn’t expected Jiang Nian to be so decisive. This made him a bit uncertain, so he said ‘please wait a moment,’ then picked up his phone and walked aside to discuss with the investors.
A moment later.
The discussion ended.
Wang Zhengyu and the others agreed to Jiang Nian’s request.
Of course, it wasn’t that they had a problem with Jiang Nian. Rather, after comprehensive consideration, they realized that if they continued filming at this morning’s pace, this first episode of “Yearning” would probably be ruined.
Out of consideration for their interests, and since Jiang Nian had brought it up, they just agreed.
After getting Wang Zhengyu’s answer, Jiang Nian didn’t dawdle either. He directly turned back, called Yang Mi, and under the reluctant gazes of He Jiong, Song Dandan, Dahua, and Xiao H, Jiang Nian and Yang Mi gently came, just as they now gently left.
Sitting in the car returning to the station.
Thus, Jiang Nian’s first variety show came to an end.
