After a Metaphysics Master Transmigrates into a Scummy Alpha, She Ends Up with the Best Actress - Chapter 7

“What persona?” Ye Lin scratched her head, looking utterly bewildered.

“A Scum Alpha!” Gu Li replied. Not only was she not acting like a “scum,” but she had transformed into a hardworking “Big Girl.” This persona was collapsing at record speed, veering completely off track.

The old woman had originally intended to call Ye Lin “Master,” but Ye Lin had warned her against it since the cameras were live—superstition didn’t look good on broadcast. Thus, the old lady had made a sharp pivot from “Mas” to “Girl,” resulting in “Big Girl.” It sounded surprisingly innocent.

“Huh?” Ye Lin’s hand slipped on the ladder, nearly sending her tumbling. She snatched off her straw hat, revealing a forehead damp with sweat. Strands of hair clung to her porcelain-white skin. Her eyes, filled with a touch of panic, fixed on the fruit tree level with her gaze. “I, I’ve turned over a new leaf I think.”

【Pfft! A Scum Alpha turning over a new leaf is as likely as a sow climbing a tree! Who’d believe that?】

【Is Ye Lin using Movie Queen Gu to whitewash her reputation?】

【Why do I feel like Little Carp is flirting with Ye Lin? Ye Lin’s reaction is so innocent and shy. I’m shipping it!】

Gu Li was amused by her dorky reaction and steadied the ladder to let her climb down first.

The old woman brought over some mineral water. Ye Lin was genuinely parched; she tilted her head back and gulped it down. Shimmering beads of sweat slid down her forehead, tracing the curve of her pale neck and disappearing into the depths of her collar as she swallowed.

As expected of the entertainment world’s top visual, even the way she drank water was alluring. Gu Li, avoiding the camera, instinctively swallowed as well.

As they headed down the mountain, the old woman mentioned a strange occurrence in the village. The youngest daughter of Old Li, from the west end, had suddenly fallen ill with an unknown ailment. Old Li had taken the child to the city hospital, but they found nothing; now they were transferring to a provincial hospital. Their savings were nearly gone, and there was still no improvement. She asked if Ye Lin could take a look when they returned to see if the child was “haunted.” Ye Lin nodded in agreement.

Hearing this, Gu Li leaned in and whispered, “I didn’t realize you were skilled in that as well.”

“Tsk, there’s plenty you haven’t realized yet!” Ye Lin tilted her chin up and walked ahead with her hands behind her back, though she paused after a few steps to wait for Gu Li. She was, after all, the Sect Leader of the Celestial Gate—unrivaled in her time.

The slope was steep. Ye Lin stood at the bottom and reached out her hand. Gu Li took it and landed gracefully beside her. They stood very close, and Ye Lin caught that faint scent of agarwood again.

Gu Li didn’t follow the usual social script; instead of moving away, she leaned toward Ye Lin’s ear. Her warm breath brushed against Ye Lin’s face as she whispered, “Master Ye, why don’t you read my fortune? Will this show go smoothly for me?”

Ye Lin’s face flushed. Her heart tightened, and the truth slipped out: “You, you will be in danger.” She paused for a long time before adding, “But don’t worry. I’ll tell you about it later.” She released Gu Li’s hand and hurried forward. The warm afternoon breeze did nothing to cool her face.

Gu Li sniffed the air but smelled nothing. Are the rumors true? she wondered.

By the time they returned to the gathering point with their hard-earned ingredients, it was already dusk.

Luo Quan had gathered the most food, taking first place. The “Double Omega” duo of Ming and Chen tied for second after splitting their hoard. Shen Biejun, relying on brute strength, also fared well. Paradoxically, Ye Lin and Gu Li had the least, landing them in last place.

The Director sat behind the cameras and picked up a megaphone to announce the rules for housing and team formation.

“Staff, please collect the ingredients. Guests will now cook individually, preparing one dish each. The crew and village representatives will vote. The winner gets first pick of the rooms.”

“Guests will then choose the dish they like most and form a team with the cook who made it. This is a mutual selection; if the cook doesn’t choose you back, the team is not formed, and you must choose again.”

【The production team is definitely stirring the pot. All that hard work for nothing! My baby sang several songs in the square for those ingredients! So heartbreaking.】

【Hahaha, let’s see whose persona collapses now. Everyone except Ye Lin has claimed they can cook, right?】

【Watching and waiting.】

Hearing the rules, Luo Quan nearly coughed up blood. If he’d known the ingredients didn’t matter, he would have picked fruit with Gu Li—there were so many opportunities for interaction there! But no matter; his culinary skills were top-tier, and he was the only one here who knew Gu Li was a “professional foodie” who couldn’t cook to save her life. Gu Li will definitely choose me!

Chen Qingyang glanced at Luo Quan, only to see him staring confidently at the Movie Queen. He looked away, wondering what dish he could make to catch Luo Quan’s eye.

Ming Fanshuang was more direct, whispering to Gu Li, “Movie Queen, you must choose me later. Otherwise, I’ll be scared.”

Gu Li smiled. “Then you’d better make something delicious.” After all, she had a very discerning palate.

Shen Biejun and Ye Lin both looked indifferent, leading everyone to think they were simply giving up.

The guests chose their ingredients in order of their previous ranking. Luo Quan had the biggest advantage; he chose prime beef, broccoli, and pasta, intending to make a sophisticated Western steak dish.

Ming Fanshuang went next, opting for Sweet and Sour Pineapple Pork—no girl could resist a sweet treat, right? Chen Qingyang chose vegetables and flour; Shen Biejun picked pork ribs for a simple soup; Gu Li looked around, and while she recognized the ingredients, she had no idea how to handle them. After much hesitation, she left with a few tomatoes. Ye Lin, with no other options, took the remaining dried noodles and a few greens.

The guests then entered their respective kitchens.

【This blind selection is intense! What if it ends up AA or OO?】

【What if everyone picks the same person? The leftovers will be so embarrassed!】

【No need to guess, Ye Lin will definitely be left behind.】

Half an hour later, six dinners were placed on the table in random order.

【Hahaha, whose ‘Sugar-Coated Tomatoes’ are these? So stingy!】

【And the ‘Clear Broth Noodles’? I’ve lost my appetite.】

【Look at that steak! It looks as good as a high-end restaurant. That’s definitely our King Luo’s work.】

The crew and villagers tasted the food first. The “lazy” sugar-coated tomatoes were surprisingly popular; the plating and flavor were a hit for a hot afternoon, proving the cook knew how to read the room. Conversely, many villagers weren’t used to medium-rare steak.

The vegetable wraps were a hit, but the Sweet and Sour Pork? It was burnt. Ming Fanshuang’s cute face crumpled; she didn’t know how to use a traditional village stove! It’s over, she thought, her idol would never vote for her now.

The pork rib soup tasted bizarre. People swallowed it only out of politeness. Finally, they reached the plain-looking bowl of noodles. The crowd frowned, having little desire to eat it.

For the sake of the show, a staff member took a few strands. As soon as the noodles hit his tongue, a wave of freshness washed over him. He felt as if he were in the embrace of nature, with cute, green bok choy waving at him. The crispness of the vegetables and the springy texture of the noodles were a revelation. He hurriedly took more bites and even drank the broth. It was rich and full of flavor. How could a simple bowl of noodles taste this good?

The villagers followed suit, all of them giving a thumbs-up.

Then it was the guests’ turn. Luo Quan, being shrewd, assumed the noodles must be Gu Li’s. Why else would the staff rave over a bowl of noodles? But when he tasted them, he turned to stone. This, this is delicious! How? The Gu Li he knew couldn’t possibly make this.

So, which dish was hers? Gu Li hated tomatoes, so the “Sugar-Coated Tomatoes” were out. What a headache, he thought.

The resulting votes from the guests were a total mess, exactly the kind of chaos the production team loved. The Director’s eyes sparkled as he looked at the results.

Gu Li was closest to Ye Lin. She leaned over and whispered, “Master Ye, who are you choosing?”