After the True Heiress Travels Back
Chapter 868: Female Donor, What Did I Do Wrong?

Chapter 868: Chapter 868: Female Donor, What Did I Do Wrong?

Because the Little Monk wasn’t particular about meat or vegetables and had the thick skin to beg for food, he managed to obtain half a chicken in no time.

The guests present didn’t look kindly upon him.

However, the Little Monk was completely oblivious to this.

Taking half a chicken wasn’t enough for him; he actually requested to stay and eat his half-chicken right in front of everyone.

Simply...

Simply shameless!

Watching the Little Monk casually pull up a chair, take out his own utensils, and start eating in front of everyone, the bullet screen erupted with laughter.

"I’ve never seen such a brazen person!"

"Although the Little Monk is a bit shameless, it’s really refreshing!"

"I also want to swap souls with the Little Monk!"

"Gurgle gurgle..."

"Is it still time to go rob, no, beg for food now?"

"Form a team to beg for food and take me along!"

"Shi Yaoguang’s braised chicken with chestnuts looks super delicious, I want to eat it too!"

"Slurp slurp, my mouth is watering."

"When will Shi Yaoguang love me just once!"

"Damn, the Little Monk is eating so deliciously! I can’t stop drooling!"

"Mom asked me why I was kneeling while playing with my phone, I said I never thought I’d be watching a monk eat chicken and got so hungry... then my mom gave me a meal of bamboo shoots stir-fried with meat."

"Can’t eat the braised chicken with chestnuts, have to eat bamboo shoots stir-fried with meat, that’s too tragic hahaha..."

The playful bullet comments didn’t affect the Little Monk at all.

After setting up his utensils, he began to eat.

He first picked up a chestnut. The chestnuts Shi Yaoguang had picked were large, low in moisture, high in starch, and emitted a rich chestnut aroma. He couldn’t help but narrow his eyes and take a deep sniff.

"So fragrant~" he exclaimed, taking a big bite out of the chestnut.

Then, the half chestnut still on his chopsticks vanished with a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Those unsure of where that half chestnut went would know once the show is replayed.

No doubt about it.

The vanished chestnut ended up in the Little Monk’s belly.

After eating a chestnut, he eagerly picked up a piece of chicken.

The chicken, stewed for several hours, had a tender texture, with the meat easily separating from the bones.

Some chestnuts had turned into a dense chestnut paste, either softly clinging to the chicken, adding a sandy texture, or dissolving completely into the broth, creating a thin sauce.

The remaining chestnuts absorbed enough broth, turning from crunchy to soft and sweet. The chestnut fragrance intertwined with the meat’s savory juices, making one almost swallow their tongue.

The other guests watched the Little Monk eat with such relish that they couldn’t hold back any longer.

In just a few moments, they finished off the chicken in the pot with a whirlwind speed.

One quick-handed guest even poured the last bit of chicken broth with chestnut bits into their own bowl.

The clean plate arrived unexpectedly.

Quan Feifei, still feeling disdainful, found the pot completely empty, not even a drop of broth left.

Seeing Qiao Yiyi still reluctantly eating the chicken in their bowl, she couldn’t help but sneer, "Reincarnated from a starving ghost?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present looked at her simultaneously.

Of course, none of them gave her a favorable look.

Qiao Yiyi couldn’t help but burst out.

Shi Yaoguang’s braised chicken with chestnuts was so delicious; if Quan Feifei wanted to sulk and not eat, that was fine, but what was wrong with them eating a little?

"We may not be reincarnated starving ghosts, but it’s clear that Sister Feifei’s red-braised fish can’t compare to Shi Yaoguang’s braised chicken with chestnuts."

Quan Feifei was indignant, "You haven’t even tasted my red-braised fish, so how do you know it isn’t delicious?"

Qiao Yiyi scoffed, "Sister Feifei, do you really not know, or are you just pretending not to know?"

"If your dish was delicious, we would be scrambling to eat it without you having to remind us, just like Shi Yaoguang’s braised chicken with chestnuts."

"But look..." Qiao Yiyi pointed to Quan Feifei’s untouched red-braised fish, sighing, "Your red-braised fish is still perfectly neat and untouched. What does that say? Doesn’t it show that your red-braised fish isn’t enticing enough?"

Quan Feifei wanted to retort, but Brother Chen spoke up, "Xiaoqiao makes a good point."

"We here aren’t complete strangers to good food, we wouldn’t fight over a dish like starving tigers. If such a situation arises, it only means... that the dish is truly delicious."

After Brother Chen finished, seeing her expression, he added, "Of course, I’m not saying that your cooking is bad, don’t get me wrong."

That consolation did more harm than good.

Quan Feifei felt no comfort at all. With a cold look, she suddenly noticed the Little Monk who had finished the chestnut chicken and was still reminiscing.

She directly addressed the Little Monk: "Hey, Monk!"

The Little Monk looked puzzled, "Madam, what do you need from me?"

"I ask you, is my red-braised fish not tasty?"

Quan Feifei’s question was actually half-asked.

She also wanted to ask if Shi Yaoguang’s braised chicken with chestnuts was tastier than her fish, hence why he only ate Shi Yaoguang’s chicken.

However.

Before she could ask the second half, the Little Monk decisively answered, "Madam, what you said is not wrong."

Quan Feifei froze.

What did she say that was not wrong?

She didn’t seem to have said much, right?

The only thing she said was asking him...

Just as she thought of this, she saw the Little Monk giving her an approving look, as if praising her for grasping his thoughts.

Quan Feifei: "..."

She felt seriously injured.

Out of sheer anger.

The program guests all praised Shi Yaoguang, and that was fine.

But how could even a monk begging for food be so inconsiderate?

Thinking this, she couldn’t help but snort coldly, saying to the monk, "People say monks don’t lie, how can you be like this?"

The Little Monk was puzzled: "Madam, what have I done wrong?"

Quan Feifei replied, "You haven’t even tasted my red-braised fish, how can you know that my fish isn’t as good as her braised chicken with chestnuts?"

The Little Monk answered in a pure and innocent tone: "The fact that I didn’t eat your fish but ate her chicken, isn’t that enough to show the problem?"

"If your red-braised fish had attracted me, I wouldn’t be shy, I wouldn’t have to ask for this chicken, but would come directly to you for fish."

"Since I never asked for your red-braised fish, it can only mean that you and I have no such fate."

Quan Feifei: "..."

Damn, going around in circles to still say her red-braised fish isn’t good.

She was about to explode with anger.

A couple of times she had confidently believed she could match up.

But in the end, she was still humiliated by Shi Yaoguang.

After some thought, Quan Feifei realized her only edge over Shi Yaoguang was her status as an actress.

Considering this, she couldn’t help but show a proud smile.