I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 301: So How Are We Supposed to Eat?

The nine of them reluctantly picked a "favorite" booth, as the director eagerly counted down from three to one.

Mu Qiu chose the second booth from the front.

She had a fondness for the number two at times: not first, so you don’t get shot down standing out, and not too bad, so you avoid criticism—this position was the best for laying low.

The booth had retractable panels on both sides, quite solid, with a small, mini-magnifying-glass-shaped micro camera on top.

The director commanded from outside, "The five-minute countdown for the group task starts now!"

The guests inside the booth carefully unveiled the black cloth covering the plate.

The director, having just announced the start, now comfortably lounged on a bamboo chair, under a big umbrella the staff managed to find from somewhere, like the ones at a small shop entrance.

With a floral headscarf, sunglasses, beach shorts, and slippers, he looked so at ease it made one grit their teeth.

Mu Qiu glanced at him a couple of times and sighed mournfully, then lifted the black cloth from the plate in front of her.

There wasn’t much sound from either side, but a little further from her, Li Yang and Guan Yu let out wails.

"Oh my god! So many?!"

"I feel like I’m getting poisoned, garlic poisoning."

From some unknown booth nearby, came Fu Ran’s struggling voice.

"Senior, how many are you eating?"

Ye Mian’s voice, right next to Mu Qiu, was eerie: "’Garlic’ you not, don’t cheat. Also, your voice sounds forced."

"I’m not."

"You are. Are a few roasted garlic cloves making you hesitate on your love for me?"

"Not in the same group, do you mean our love can’t rely on fate?"

Ye Mian: "Eh, you do understand me."

Mu Qiu, listening nearby, had a face full of black lines.

Is this what a legal couple’s playful game looks like?

The black cloth was lifted, and there were five roasted garlic with slightly burnt edges and soft centers, "fragrant aroma wafting."

The toothpick was right by her hand, but she couldn’t bring herself to act, just staring at the five roasted garlic, eyes crossed.

As a methodically logical thinker fond of solving problems like an outline, Mu Qiu had already considered all the rules when they were released.

This seemed to be just about eating garlic to form groups... Well, it was indeed about eating garlic to form groups, but the garlic eating had nuances.

Simply eating won’t do, the task should really test how to eat, how much to eat, and with whom to eat the same.

You can’t eat the same amount as too many others, so it’s best not to just eat one; of course, if everyone else thinks like her, that’s even more troublesome.

Also, if you’re really unsure if you’ve eaten the same amount as many others, to avoid being automatically assigned to other groups and to avoid eating more roasted garlic at night, you should try to slow down the pace and delay eating.

Beyond that, you should consider who you want to group with and reach a consensus to eat the same amount together to truly get grouped together.

...This isn’t eating roasted garlic, this is roasted garlic eating away at her brain.

"Hey? This roasted garlic is quite delicious?!"

Just as she was pondering the logic, Guan Yu’s slightly surprised voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Sounding a bit muffled like her mouth was full, "It’s actually pretty good, the roasted golden brown one is quite fragrant, I didn’t even have time to savor the first one..."

"Could certain guests please not whisper while using a toothpick to eat roasted garlic."

Guan Yu: "......"

Guan Yu fell silent.

But the information was already conveyed: Guan Yu had eaten the second one, so she could only be in the "three garlic" group, or the "five garlic" group.

How many should she eat?

Mu Qiu fell into deep thought.

The five-minute countdown was about to end soon, and the director shouted with a megaphone:

"Five—four—three—two—one! Countdown over, guests, please step out of the booth!"

Mu Qiu wiped her mouth, set down the toothpick, covered the plate with the black cloth again, and got up to leave.

Nine people walked to the front beach, glancing at each other, but not speaking.

...Probably because talking after eating garlic wasn’t ideal.

Staff members went to the nine booths separately, confirmed the remaining number of roasted garlic on the plates, then took them away, re-covered them with cloth for reuse.

The director took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and asked, "I believe everyone has experienced the special roasted garlic prepared by the show, right? Good, then let’s..."

"Director, you’re talking to yourself, aren’t you?"

She even held her mouth while speaking, the director glanced at Guan Yu.

Then continued, "Now let’s announce the grouping results, everyone please say how many roasted garlic you ate. Afterward, we will check the camera footage to ensure the group numbers match up.

Then let’s start with the one whispering, Guan Yu. Guan Yu, how many roasted garlic did you eat?"

Everyone looked at Guan Yu.

Guan Yu coughed, covering her mouth, voice a bit muffled: "...One."

"...Sister Guan Yu, didn’t you just say something like you couldn’t even savor the last one?! Doesn’t that mean you ate three or five?!"

Li Yang jumped out, looking at her in disbelief.

Guan Yu looked back innocently: "That’s called a strategy to obscure the opponents’ perception."

"You’re using strategy for groupings?!"

"Of course, otherwise wouldn’t I end up in a group with you? That would be terrifying."

Li Yang: "...Guan! Yu!!"

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, panting with anger, amusing the others.

Finally, Li Yang took a deep breath and fake smiled: "Very well, Sister Guan Yu, your credibility with me is now completely in the negatives."

"It’s not a credit card, it doesn’t matter. Also, keep your distance, I don’t want to revisit the roasted garlic smell right now."

"...I’m leaving, don’t stop me, none of you stop me, I’m leaving!"

He mimed being held back from running, but people on both sides just covered their mouths, not engaging in his drama.

Guan Yu: "Eh, your dramatics are increasing."

Li Yang was defeated.

Feeling for him, the director asked him second: "Li Yang, how many did you eat?"

Li Yang weakly gestured five with his fingers.

Eating five tearfully, wanting to be in a group with Guan Yu and Mu Qiu, he ended up deceived.

Li Yang: Life is not worth it.jpg

"What about the others? How many did you eat?"

Shi Yuhuai frowned, succinctly said: "Five."

Li Yang: "Brother Huai wuwuwuwuwuwu."

Shu Ran glanced at the two of them, always covering her mouth, didn’t speak, just showed a number with her fingers: five.

The first group’s all members were out.

The remaining ones were Ye Mian, Fu Ran, Tang Zi, Cheng Zhirang, and Mu Qiu who hadn’t spoken.

Mu Qiu: "I also ate one."

Fu Ran half-covered his mouth with the back of his hand: "I ate three."

Then he looked at the person beside him.

In Fu Ran’s gaze, Ye Mian slowly showed one finger.

"I ate one."

Fu Ran: "..."

What about the agreed-upon unity between couples?

The second group’s all members were out.

The rest didn’t need to speak, Fu Ran, and the remaining Tang Zi, Cheng Zhirang formed a group.