Chapter 3: The Biggest Backlash in the History of the Entertainment Industry! The Nine-Turned Intestine!

"Braised Intestines in Brown Sauce" is a famous dish. It requires exquisite ingredients and a highly complex preparation process. Because of its legendary, explosive flavor, it attracts food lovers from all over the country. The plate in front of everyone held fewer than ten pieces—barely enough for each person at the table to have a single bite.

This dish was truly Lu Ming's specialty!

The sauce drizzled over the intestines glimmered under the lights, looking absolutely delicious just by sight.

The director in the control room, seeing how appetizing this famous dish looked, specifically instructed the cameraman to zoom in for a close-up. The audience watching the stream couldn't help but drool.

Li Changfeng, seeing that Teacher He was still trying to trick him into "tasting the poison," immediately followed suit, picking up a piece of the succulent intestine and popping it into his mouth.

Everyone was hungry. Facing the only substantial dish on the table, with many people and little meat, everyone was craving it. Except for "Xiang Ma Ge," who was feeling unwell and remained indifferent, the others all reached out with their chopsticks. Even the gloomy Teacher Huang picked up a piece and started chewing gently.

In the blink of an eye, the once-full plate of braised intestines was reduced to a few scattered pieces.

Since he was the one who made it, Lu Ming also picked up his chopsticks to try a small piece...

"Pfft!!!"
"Pfft-ptoo!!!"

The people who had just eaten the intestines a second ago turned into human pea-shooters. The sound of them spitting erupted across the table like a volley of fireworks, mercilessly firing at one another’s faces!

"Holy crap, did the pea-shooters come to life?!"

Lu Ming dropped his chopsticks, instinctively recoiling from the table and retreating behind everyone else.

The sudden accident left Teacher He, who had been standing by to promote the dish, as well as the PDs monitoring the stream and filming nearby, in a state of shock.

"This... is this really necessary?!" Teacher He was bewildered.

Even if Teacher Huang's cooking was bad, it shouldn't cause people to projectile vomit like that. And besides... the old veteran Teacher Huang, who had eaten his own delicious cooking, was also spitting it out?

Brother, you're the head chef!

At this moment, everyone's faces and clothes were splattered with food remnants. Teacher Huang was particularly covered in a paste-like mess; his glasses were completely blocked, looking incredibly unsightly.

Wu Qian lay on the ground, retching in agony, his expression twisted as he glared with wide eyes.

"Ugh—"
"What is this flavor? What did I just eat?!"

A faint, pungent stench began to permeate the air. Wu Qian’s reaction triggered a chain reaction, and everyone else began to heave, including Teacher Huang...

"It stinks!"
"Even stinky tofu doesn't smell this bad! And that only smells bad; this braised intestine actually smelled quite fragrant, but why does it taste so foul? I can't even swallow it!"
"I'm not joking, I feel like I just took a bite of... that..."
"Ugh... don't say it, my stomach is turning... ugh..."
"What kind of insane ingredients did Teacher Huang put in this?!"

As everyone retched, they looked at Teacher Huang with pained expressions. But to their surprise, Teacher Huang, who was covered in the mess they had sprayed, didn't even hear what they were saying. In fact, he was retching the hardest of them all...

Everyone was stunned!

Teacher He hurriedly handed out mineral water, and the PDs stepped in to help. Only Lu Ming, sniffing the strange odor in the air and observing their state, had a bold guess forming in his mind. Gradually, his expression turned grave.

He might have caused a disaster!

Thinking of a terrifying possibility, Lu Ming, who had been quite drunk, sobered up significantly. He carefully grabbed a bottle of "Old Village Chief" liquor from the table, trying to keep his hand from trembling as he opened it and took a massive gulp, ignoring the eyes of the others.

"Hiss..."
The spicy, scalding liquid finally calmed him down a bit.

[Ding! Detected the host is drinking alcohol, "Basic Singing Skill" +15!]
[Detected the host is in a moderately intoxicated state, triggering a skill draw—]
[Obtained skill: "Teacher Wu's Eye-Acting Insight" (Liang Kun version)!]

Lu Ming was stunned that he had triggered a second skill draw at such a critical moment. However, he didn't care about eye-acting insights; even with a flood of new, strange understanding in his head, he ignored it. He stared intently at Teacher Huang, sensing that things had gone horribly wrong.

"Teacher Huang, are you using us as lab rats?!" Li Changfeng asked, struggling through his physical discomfort.

Wu Qian's eyes were bloodshot: "You served us something that even you spat out after eating? Are you trying to poison us to death?!"

They no longer cared about Teacher Huang's status. Even a clay figurine has a temper; just because you're a senior in the industry doesn't mean you can treat them like they're some kind of test subject!

Teacher Huang, pointed at and questioned by his juniors, felt incredibly aggrieved.

"It wasn't me! Lu Ming made all of this himself. He used my name to make this whole table of food just to ruin my reputation!"

Hearing this, everyone’s gaze snapped toward Lu Ming.

Lu Ming took a sip of liquor and looked aggrieved: "Can you stop looking at me with such disbelief? Teacher Huang quit and forced me to do the heavy lifting. He's such a big star, how could I, a small-time nobody, dare to resist? Faced with bullying from a senior, I had no choice but to endure it. Boo-hoo..."

"I worked so hard to make sure everyone had a good meal!"

As he spoke, he wiped away a non-existent tear from the corner of his eye.

Li Changfeng: "?!"
Wu Qian: "?!"
Teacher Huang: "??!"

The three of them stared at Lu Ming’s pitiful protest, completely dumbfounded.

What the hell? You’ve done every terrible thing possible, poisoned everyone here, and now you’re putting on a fake crying act?

Li Changfeng grabbed Lu Ming’s arm and pulled him toward the table, shouting: "Look at this table of food you made! You call this giving everyone a good meal? You call this good stuff? Do you dare say you weren't settling a personal grudge?"

"You must have wanted to poison us to death, right?"
"Why didn't you tell everyone beforehand that you made all of this?"
"Look into my eyes!"
"Hey! Baby, hey!"

Lu Ming, seeing him spit everywhere in his agitation, explained: "I was going to tell you earlier, but you all ignored me and didn't give me a chance to speak. You were all busy sucking up to Teacher Huang anyway, so it wouldn't have mattered if I said anything."

Li Changfeng paused. He looked at Wu Qian, a questioning look in his eyes. Wu Qian recalled that the kid did seem to want to say something earlier, but they had interrupted him. But even so, if Teacher Huang had made it, it would be one thing, but it was made by this damn no-name, and they had already eaten it—what was the point of saying it now?

"Is that your excuse for poisoning us?!" Wu Qian condemned him heatedly: "Do you dare to taste what you made yourself?"

Lu Ming stepped back. He absolutely dared not!

"Teacher Huang, you told me to cook. When they were all saying how fragrant and delicious it smelled and shouting about how they wanted three bowls of rice to praise you, you looked like you were enjoying it quite a bit. You can't take all the glory and leave me to take all the blame, right?"

"Teacher Huang, look at how they're scolding me. I'm so wronged! Say something!"

Teacher Huang: "..."

Old Huang looked at Lu Ming with murderous intent. If not for the fact that they were currently live-streaming, he would have dug a hole and buried this wretched kid alive right there!

"I'm asking you, what ingredients did you put in there!" Teacher Huang smacked his lips, tasting the strange flavor. He had a bold guess, but he didn't dare to think about it.

Lu Ming guaranteed solemnly: "The ingredients are all in the kitchen, absolutely clean and healthy!"

It seemed there was only one worst-case scenario left...

Teacher Huang asked the question he least wanted to think about: "When you cleaned the ingredients, are you sure you cleaned them thoroughly? Or rather, did you open the ingredients up and clean the inside as well?"

Lu Ming fell silent.

"Ha... haha—" Teacher Huang’s finger pointing at Lu Ming began to tremble. Gradually, his anger turned into laughter. His volume rose, and his expression began to distort: "Hahahahaha!"

The sky above Mushroom House was filled with Teacher Huang's laughter. Seeing this, everyone felt a chill down their spines, as they had never seen someone become 'hysterical' from laughter.

"Teacher Huang's expression is so creepy."
"Did he have a mental breakdown?"
"Understandable. If anyone had food remnants sprayed all over them and the embarrassing scene was broadcast to the whole country, they'd want to live on another planet. This is next-level social suicide."
"The good news is that Teacher Huang's reputation as the 'Chef God' of the industry is saved, since the food was made by Lu Ming."
"That's the only good news."

As Teacher Huang laughed, he actually started crying!

Suddenly, he pounced like a starving wolf, pinning Lu Ming’s shoulders, his eyes fierce: "Tell me, that the ingredients weren't cleaned properly—was it on purpose, or an accident!"

At this moment, he wanted to kill the kid who had brought such humiliation upon him. If he answered either way, he would have a reason to make the kid pay a painful price to avenge this deep grudge.

Lu Ming's face was flushed, not from shame, but from the alcohol hitting his system. He was becoming delirious and slurred his words: "I... did it on purpose by accident."

Teacher Huang: "?!"

"I'm warning you, don't pretend to be drunk, I know you're sober!"

Lu Ming said proudly: "To ensure everyone had a full and hearty meal, I intentionally retained some of the 'original flavor' of the intestines. Only then would you know you were eating intestines. This is my bold innovation in the culinary industry and a historical leap forward for the classic dish of Braised Intestines in Brown Sauce!"

Wu Qian: "???"
Li Changfeng: "???"

It sounded impressive, but thinking back to the pungent sensory feedback, they felt there was a problem—and a major one!

Teacher Huang took a deep breath: "Even if the ingredients weren't cleaned well, the taste wouldn't be this... potent!"

"What else did you do?"

Lu Ming pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh, to ensure it was fresh and delicious, I used the water from boiling the intestines to make this incredibly flavorful sauce!"

Hearing this explanation, the world went black for Teacher Huang. He felt all the strength drain from his body, and he collapsed onto the floor!

Looking at the cameras used for the live stream, he felt as if he could already hear the mocking laughter of millions of netizens. He despairingly closed his eyes.

"I'm tired, let it all be destroyed!"

Wu Qian, Li Changfeng, and the other young idols didn't understand what had happened. They looked blankly at Teacher He, only to see him staring back with a look of pure terror, as if he had seen something horrific. They hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Teacher He said nothing, just staring blankly at the few remaining pieces of braised intestines on the plate.

They turned to question Teacher Huang.

"Excrement! He used excrement to make a dish! The sauce on top was made by simmering... excrement!!!" Teacher Huang yelled at the top of his lungs, glaring at the drunken Lu Ming.

Wu Qian: "?!"
Li Changfeng: "!!!"
The other young idols: "Huh?!"

Everyone’s eyes widened, and their brains shut down in that instant. They couldn't believe what they had heard. They stared at Teacher Huang for confirmation. Realizing the truth from the lingering taste on their palates, their stomachs churned, and they felt their throats go dry.

Wu Qian stumbled toward a nearby trash can and began to retch repeatedly!

Perhaps the impact of what he had just heard was too strong, he even shoved his fingers down his throat to try and dig out the filth he had eaten. The young man's pained expression was so intense he even vomited up bile!

Li Changfeng’s vision went black; he felt the world spinning.

Who am I?
I am a future top-tier idol in the entertainment industry!
And I just live-streamed myself eating a piece of carefully prepared... excrement?

The intense psychological trauma was too much for 'Brother Feng' to handle. With a 'thud,' he fainted on the ground, foaming at the mouth...

The other young idols ran to Wu Qian's side to join the vomiting line-up.

"Hah! Ugh! Hah! Ugh! Hah! Ugh!"
"——"

The Mushroom House, a place everyone longed for, was filled with the sounds of rhythmic retching.

Lu Ming watched, dumbfounded: "As expected of people in the music industry. Even the retching sounds like a beat—rhythmic and melodic!"

"What is art? This is what you call art!"
"Judging by the chemistry between you guys, I have every reason to believe that you will definitely have a place in the Chinese music scene in the future!"

Wu Qian: "&%￥@!!"
The other idols: "F*ck you!! &￥!"

They shouted incoherent curses in the distance. Although it was hard to hear what they were saying, the emotion was intense.

Teacher He quietly pulled Lu Ming to the side: "Kid, here are my car keys. While they're too busy to deal with you, hurry up and drive away!"

"Teacher He, I drank about half a jin of white liquor..." Lu Ming shrugged.

"..." Teacher He looked quietly at the simple-minded young man.

"Hahaha, you kid... you're incredible!" At this moment, Teacher He finally understood why people laugh when they are completely speechless.