After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I’m Pampered by All

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Sang Qiao: I’m not the type to turn on my partner!

“I wouldn’t be that harsh,” Sang Qiao’s clear eyes fixated on him. Her little face the size of a palm turned pink under the sunlight, her cherry-red little mouth opening and closing.

Hearing these words, the man let out a low chuckle. The gaze on her face grew more intense, his Adam’s apple rolling slightly, “Being gentle won’t help.”

[Sister Qiao is all about completing the task, while Brother Li is all about Sister Qiao.]

[Ha ha ha, I was quite moved by the two stories Sister Qiao told, but after Brother Li analyzed it, the tears I had just started to cry all went back in.]

[Let everyone have a good laugh, my wife’s words and deeds are a bit brutal, I’ll discipline her properly when we get home tonight.]

[Do you even know what you’re saying up there! Do you want to be added to Brother Li’s hit list?]

Sang Qiao felt uncomfortable under his gaze and increasingly believed his gentleness to be fake. If she really dared to strike, she feared her end wouldn’t be far away.

She blinked her eyes, her voice sweet, “I’m not the kind of person who would hit my own partner. It’s fine if the task isn’t completed!”

“Really?”

“Of course! Let’s go back and crack sunflower seeds.” Sang Qiao nodded vigorously with her little head.

Even if the other person weren’t Si Chenli, she couldn’t bring herself to hit someone just for a task.

The director hadn’t said there was any punishment for failing the task, so maybe there wasn’t any? Just fewer shots?

“Mhm.” Si Chenli’s thin lips bore a faint smile, as he followed behind her with a relaxed stride, both of them heading towards the Siheyuan.

The camera followed them all along, capturing their decision to give up on the task. The director, of course, saw it all.

“Sang Qiao, look at your team, you drew the simplest task and still didn’t complete it. You really let your good luck go to waste.”

The director purposely sighed, seeming genuinely sorry for them, but the smile he was trying so hard to suppress was about to split his face.

Sang Qiao: “…” Collect yourself, then muster up that sentiment again.

“Cracking sunflower seeds is unrealistic. There is punishment for task failure. Just because I didn’t mention it doesn’t mean it’s not there. You and Mr. Si go and kill the fish in the kitchen; we’re making sweet and sour fish today.”

“… Okay.” Sang Qiao resigned herself to heading towards the kitchen. Killing a fish was simple for her.

Si Chenli’s tall figure followed closely behind; the two were extremely obedient.

[Ha ha ha, the director must be thrilled. He’s been eager to catch Sister Qiao failing a task, and now he finally got his wish.]

[Director: I really did hope they would complete the task; too bad they let me down. I had no other choice.]

[Could the director be any more pleased with their misfortune? That’s too much!]

With one hand on the kitchen knife and the other holding the fish down on the cutting board, Sang Qiao skillfully sliced open the fish’s belly, cleaning the innards effortlessly. She finished preparing one fish in no time.

Si Chenli next to her wasn’t as quick. When he cut down, the fish’s guts burst open, spilling onto the countertop.

Seeing this, Sang Qiao fell silent, “How about you wash the fish?”

“I’ll try again.” The man pursed his thin lips, his dark eyes growing bottomless. He didn’t give up, grabbing another live fish from the bucket to try again.

Once more, he cut open the innards. After spoiling two more fish, Sang Qiao couldn’t watch anymore.

As she was cleaning the fish she held, she spoke up to instruct, “Cut lightly downwards at this spot.”

Si Chenli tried as she directed and once again ruined another fish.

Sang Qiao: “?”

She couldn’t bear to watch any longer, so she reached out to cover his broad palm with her hand and guided him in how to kill the fish, “You see, like this, a little lighter, and you’ll avoid puncturing the fish’s innards.”

Her ear was filled with the young girl’s dense fragrance and her voice that was sweet to the core.

The small hand on his large palm was soft and limp, hardly exerting any force, yet it managed to cause him to cut open the belly of a fish. And then there was the soft body pressing against his back, getting even closer until they were completely flush against each other.

At the thought, Si Chenli’s body began to burn up. He could barely make out what she was saying—he only knew that she was holding him.

Before he could dwell on the brief embrace, the woman beside him had already stepped away.

“Try it with the force I just showed you,” Sang Qiao said, urging him on as she watched his knife-wielding hand.

“I’m going to use the restroom,” Si Chenli said abruptly, quickly standing up and heading for the washroom with long, hurried strides.

Sang Qiao’s delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, not quite understanding—just how urgent could it be after such a short while?

But she didn’t really expect Si Chenli to be of any help with cleaning the fish; after all, he was a favored son of heaven.

By the time she finished cleaning all the fish in the bucket, it was noon, and the other guests also began to return one after another.

Yao Hui and Jiaojiao were the first to come back. Neither knew how to slaughter chickens or ducks, and without any tools, they were desperate just trying to catch the flapping birds, let alone process them.

After struggling for a while and realizing they were powerless, they simply gave up.

Then came Gu Nanmo and Lu Tianxin, who picked up some plastic bags and tore a few holes to fashion a “garment” that could just about be worn.

The director could hardly bear to watch the plastic bags but allowed them to pass the task reluctantly.

When Sang Shen and Liang Mengyun arrived on set, it was evident that the entire siheyuan was polluted, filled with a rancid stench.

“Did you eat shit or what? Why does it stink like this?” Yao Hui couldn’t help but blurt out as he pinched his nose.

His last experience with manure didn’t even smell this bad, so what did Sang Emperor and Liang Mengyun get into?

At first, everyone tried to endure the stench for their sake, but Yao Hui’s comment made them unable to suppress their laughter any longer, “Pfft—hahaha.”

Even the corners of Sang Qiao’s mouth twitched as she silently dragged the fish toward the kitchen.

After all, this was necessary for lunch, and if it got tainted with the smell, it would be nauseating.

Sang Shen walked off to the wash area with a dark face—wearing clothes so smeared with filth, he just couldn’t take it.

Liang Mengyun also hastened her steps to leave, her cheeks burning red.

Shortly after they left.

A disheveled Meng Wangge and Lin Weichen appeared at the door, their hair in disarray and holding an extremely smelly durian.

“Holy shit, how did you get that without paying? Are shop owners that kind nowadays? Giving away durians for helping to move goods for a morning?” Yao Hui exclaimed in shock, feeling particularly displeased.

Right now, he just regretted not picking Meng Wangge from the start—she was serious and fast at accomplishing tasks.

Jiaojiao was both vain and utterly useless, doing nothing but holding him back.

He had thought at first that having Jiaojiao’s pleasing face around was a delight to the eye and that it would be comforting to have her around, even if she was a waste. But after spending more time together, Yao Hui realized he truly couldn’t accept it.

“It’s none of your business; just know that we completed our task.”

Meng Wangge appeared indifferent on the surface, but inside, she felt utterly desperate, holding the smelly durian and just wanting to finish the task as soon as possible.

In her life, the most outrageous thing she had probably ever done was the durian in her hands.