The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 12

In addition to green beans, the braised noodles also contain slices of pork belly and potato cubes. The pork slices are fried in star anise and Sichuan pepper oil, the potatoes are seasoned with light soy sauce to enhance their flavor, and the green beans are colored with dark soy sauce. The noodles are freshly cut.

Seasoned with scallions, ginger, garlic, and chili peppers, the noodles are tossed with the green beans, immediately releasing a fragrant aroma that makes one’s mouth water. Mu Chi already loved green beans and pork belly, and even though he wasn’t used to eating noodles, he found them chewy, smooth, and delicious.

“Delicious.” Mu Chi restrained his emotions and tried to eat elegantly.

Xu Wuxing had no such reservations, scooping up the bowl and finishing it in no time. “Is there more?”

“Hmm,” Qi Liao replied with a flat tone, glancing at Mu Chi, “If it’s so delicious, why are you eating so slowly?”

Mu Chi: “…Then I’ll eat faster.”

Ten seconds later, Mu Chi’s bowl was also empty. His cheeks were puffed out like a little squirrel, chewing away, his peach-shaped eyes still shiny.

Ying Xuan couldn’t help but laugh.

Mu Chi looked at him innocently.

Ying Xuan said gently, “Be careful not to choke if you eat so fast.”

Mu Chi had developed the skill of eating quickly during his student days. He continued chewing, and once the food in his mouth was swallowed, his cheeks were full again, so he went to get another bowl of noodles.

【Does Mu Chi have a big appetite?】

【At 1.8 meters tall, eating more is normal.】

【Doesn’t he need to manage his figure?】

【Mu Chi is already quite slim.】

【Pah!! He’s very thin!!!】

  [Even though he is thin, he still has abdominal muscles, slender limbs, fair skin, and a good figure]

【If we’re talking about eating a lot, it’s definitely a big devil, and he finishes all the meals at every meal】

【…Qi Liao doesn’t waste food】

After eating and drinking his fill, Mu Chi was reluctant to consider anyone other than Qi Liao as a romantic partner. He thought it was not bad to be friends with them.

They were all fine young men, so why did they like him?

Mu Chi pondered for a moment, then went to take a nap. After waking up, he went to feed the chickens and wondered where Qi Liao was. It turned out he was also in the chicken coop.

“What’s wrong?” Seeing Qi Liao’s furrowed brows and his handsome face glistening with sweat in the sunlight, Mu Chi really wanted to wipe it away for him.

“One of the chickens is missing.”

Mu Chi looked closely and saw that it was the only rooster that was missing. “Did it fly away?”

“Probably. The net is only two and a half meters high.”

“Flying two and a half meters is quite impressive.” Mu Chi looked around but couldn’t find the rooster. “Let’s get everyone to look for it together.”

Qi Liao made a phone call, then reached out and pulled Mu Chi’s sleeve, pulling him into the shade of a tree. “Don’t run around. You don’t need to help look for it.”

It was much cooler under the trees. Mu Chi said, “It’s okay. There’s strength in numbers. We’ll find the rooster eventually.”

Qi Liao looked thoughtful. “Then follow me.”

Mu Chi smiled, avoiding the camera following him. “Okay.”

The other four arrived, and they split into pairs to search. Mu Chi volunteered, ” I’ll go with Qi Liao. If there’s any danger, he can save me.”

“Can’t we save you?”

Mu Chi: If I relied on you to save me, I’d be dead by now.

After dividing into groups, Mu Chi followed Qi Liao into a bamboo forest. Mu Chi said that bamboo forests are most likely to have earthworms and cicada shells, which chickens love to eat.

The bamboo forest was vast. Upon entering, they heard only the rustling of the wind, and a chill swept over them.

Qi Liao suddenly said, “There’s a legend that bamboo, being hollow, is the perfect place for ghosts to dwell.”

Mu Chi: “…Superstition is not good.”

“I’m just saying.” Qi Liao strode forward, showing no signs of anything unusual.

Mu Chi suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Could it be that Qi Liao, fearless as he was, was afraid of something like this? He turned around and saw that the cameramen behind him were a little hesitant.

Mu Chi couldn’t help but laugh: “If you don’t do anything wrong, you won’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door at midnight. I’m not afraid of them.”

Qi Liao said, “Neither am I.”

The cameramen followed him: “I’m afraid, I’m afraid.”

Finding the chicken is more important.

The bamboo forest, neglected for years, was covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves. Stepping into them felt like sinking into mud, the rustling sound surprisingly soothing—of course, that was just Mu Chi’s opinion.

He suddenly stopped, his pale, slender index finger pressed against his rosy lips. “Shh.”

Qi Liao stopped and listened to the surroundings, and indeed heard a sound different from the wind and bamboo leaves—a rustling sound, as if someone were raking through the fallen leaves.

“Over there.”

The two tiptoed over and found the rooster near a lush patch of bamboo. The rooster was using its claws and beak to catch insects to eat. Upon sensing someone approaching, it raised its large red comb and stared in their direction.

Mu Chi actually saw a predatory glint in the rooster’s eyes.

Then the rooster ran off.

Mu Chi sprinted after it, shouting, “Stop right there!”

The rooster didn’t care whether humans were kind or cruel to it; it was a free rooster and didn’t want to be caged.

Mu Chi: “You rotten rooster! You left six hens behind last night and aren’t taking responsibility?!”

The rooster: “Quack, quack, quack!”

“You’re a chicken, not a duck!”

【Keep up with the camera, don’t shake it!】

【What a magical chicken-catching action】

【Hahaha, rotten rooster, don’t run!】

Qi Liao was no longer chasing the chicken, but chasing Mu Chi. After running for a while and fully adapting to the terrain of the bamboo forest, he caught up with Mu Chi in two strides and overtook him, coming within a meter of the rooster.

Mu Chi was so excited that his hometown accent almost slipped out: “Ge… that trash chicken, catch it!”

Qi Liao lunged forward, pinning the rooster beneath him, swiftly controlling its legs with both hands. Even though the rooster screamed at the top of its lungs, he wouldn’t let go.

The rooster: “Cack, cackle, cackle, cackle!!”

【… I actually saw humiliation in the eyes of a chicken】

  [The big devil is so handsome, if only he wasn’t catching a chicken]

【Mu Chi looks like he’d be easy to tackle】

【Fork out】

【That’s such a big chicken, I wouldn’t dare grab it】

Qi Liao gripped the rooster’s legs tightly and said to Mu Chi, “Find a rope.”

Where would they find a rope here? Mu Chi spotted a flower vine wrapped around a bamboo stalk, improvised, twisted it into three strands, and worked with Qi Liao to bind the rooster’s legs.

After catching the chicken, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

“Let’s go back.” Qi Liao held the rooster upside down, his posture handsome and funny.

Mu Chi couldn’t help but smile. The rooster probably thought he was mocking it, suddenly flapping its wings and forcefully shaking off Qi Liao’s hand, then squawking as it charged toward Mu Chi.

Mu Chi startled, quickly assuming a defensive stance, crossing his forearms to protect his head and face. He then realized the rooster’s legs were tied, leaving only its wings to flap—what was there to fear?

You have wings; I have hands!

Mu Chi instantly immersed himself in a martial arts drama, engaging in a fierce battle with the rooster. “Today, I’ll show you the long-lost Eighteen Chicken-Catching Palms! ”

Clap, clap, bang, bang, clap.

Cack, cack, cack.

For a moment, man and rooster were locked in a fierce battle.

Qi Liao: “…………”

Netizens: “…………”

【What the hell!!】

【I believe the legend of ghosts in bamboo forests now. This is proof! /Covering face】

 [If you live long enough, you’ll see a man-rooster fight]

【It’s as hilarious as the Great Devil catching a wild boar with his bare hands】

【Hahahahahahahaha】

Qi Liao experienced firsthand what it meant to be both amused and exasperated.

The man-rooster fight ended with Mu Chi on the verge of victory when the giant rooster suddenly attacked and pecked the back of his hand.

Qi Liao quickly grabbed the rooster, threw it against a bamboo tree to knock it unconscious, then frowned at Mu Chi’s reddened hand, “How is it?”

Mu Chi was on the verge of tears, but forced himself to turn away, speaking in a tone of grievance, “It attacked me by surprise, an unfair victory.”

Qi Liao couldn’t describe how he felt, but it wasn’t pleasant. “We’ll stew it when we get back. Even without a rooster, the hens can lay eggs.”

Mu Chi blew on the back of his hand, his face clearly showing his unhappiness.

Online, people joked:

【Thanks to Mu Chi, we now know what it means to be helpless】

【Would you dare catch such a large rooster? You’d just make sarcastic remarks.】

【The rooster is bad, Mu Chi is good. Qi Liao will make chicken soup for Mu Chi】

The cameraman had intended to capture a close-up of Mu Chi’s hands, but was blocked by a tall young man.

Qi Liao, with his back to the camera, gently grasped Mu Chi’s hand. He hadn’t noticed before, but Mu Chi’s hand was slender and well-proportioned, with fair skin and a small frame. In his hand, it was like a small bird.

“It’s a bit swollen. Apply some medicine when we get back.” Qi Liao stared at the prominent red mark on Mu Chi’s hand, which had already turned purple.

It was just a peck from a chicken, yet it had become so severe.

Qi Liao’s mind was in disarray, and he couldn’t help but mutter, “Squeamish”

Mu Chi looked up at Qi Liao with eager eyes and whispered, “It hurts.”

Just that one word completely defeated Qi Liao, who turned around and said, “I’ll carry you.”

Mu Chi finally felt a little happier, climbed onto Qi Liao’s back, wrapped his arms around his neck, and almost buried his face in it—in fact, he really wanted to do that, but he was afraid of breaking his character.

【?? Why is he carrying him again?】

【Mu Chi’s injury is on his hand, not his leg, right? Did I misread it?】

【Mu Chi’s face is so pale. Is he having a hypoglycemic episode?】

Qi Liao carried Mu Chi out of the bamboo forest. The chicken was hard to hold, so he had the cameraman take it.

“Just say you have hypoglycemia.” Qi Liao’s face was sullen. He had never coaxed anyone before, always being aggressive. He really didn’t know how to coax someone.

Mu Chi was a person who was easy to coax. He rested his face on Qi Liao’s broad shoulders and took a breath of Qi Liao’s fresh breath. “I’m a little dizzy.”

“Who told you to fight with the chicken?”

“…” He hadn’t fought yet.

Mu Chi said listlessly, “I’m going to retire from the martial arts world.”

Qi Liao chuckled, his chest trembling slightly. Only Mu Chi could feel it, and he couldn’t help but hug Qi Liao’s neck tightly. After all, the camera was behind them, so maybe it wouldn’t capture it.

Qi Liao’s neck was long and slender, but not as thin as Mu Chi’s. His muscles were clearly defined, his Adam’s apple prominent, exuding a sense of strength. Mu Chi felt like he was climbing a sturdy tree, without worrying about being thrown off.

“With your little arms and legs, you’d be at the bottom of the animal kingdom, let alone the world.” Qi Liao automatically activated his taunting skill.

Mu Chi wanted to bite him, but he had to accept the harsh reality—he couldn’t even beat a chicken…

“So don’t rush in on your own, got it?”

Mu Chi: “I know. Next time I’ll ask you to come along.”

Qi Liao: “I’m not going to fight a chicken. Don’t call me.”

Mu Chi whispered: “Ge, take me flying.”

“…acting like a spoiled child is useless,” Qi Liao said, pushing Mu Chi upwards.

This was a normal action when carrying someone on one’s back, but Mu Chi’s cheeks flushed red, and Qi Liao’s hand was on his thigh…

“Ge,” Mu Chi said patiently.

Qi Liao jumped as if he had been scalded by hot water, “Don’t call out randomly.”

Mu Chi insisted on finishing what he wanted to say, “I saw it last night when I was taking a shower. The mark from when you pinched my leg last time is still there.”

Qi Liao: “…”

What does that mean? It was an accident last time, but the mark is still there?

The mark was on Mu Chi’s… inner thigh.

After a moment, Mu Chi saw that Qi Liao hadn’t reacted, and declared his attempt at seduction a failure. He didn’t notice that Qi Liao’s ears were flushed red like they were on fire, and his entire body was tense.