CHAPTER 83: CHAPTER 83: LOSING FACE BUT NOT LOSING SPIRIT

Qin Yun: [...]

"Sister Yun, I think there’s a role that’s perfect for you!" Yang Leqi suddenly said.

"??" Qin Yun looked up, puzzled.

"I just remembered, my agent mentioned a Republican-era script to me before. It’s a really good piece, and I just asked my agent. She said they haven’t found a suitable person for the third female role yet. I got the script, take a look and see if you want to audition?" Yang Leqi handed her chat interface with her agent to Qin Yun.

She didn’t keep chatting in the group because she suddenly thought of this.

Qin Yun is really suited for that role.

"Why...?" Qin Yun stared blankly at the chat interface, feeling a bit stuffy inside. Although she hadn’t personally experienced the brutality of the entertainment industry, she could see from the original owner’s memories that the waters were deep, and good resources were scarce.

But she never expected that such sought-after resources would be casually offered to her by Yang Leqi.

She just saw their chat. The scriptwriter for this play is a top-notch writer, and the director has won many awards. Even the male and female leads already chosen are well-known big shots in the industry.

Logically, such a setup is obviously aiming for awards—resources completely out of reach for Qin Yun.

"There’s no why, really. I just think you’re suitable, and it’s only a recommendation for auditioning; whether you can pass or not depends on yourself." Yang Leqi winked at her.

Qin Yun tightly gripped her phone.

"I’ll send you the script and see if you like the character. The paper version seems to be at my home, so you’ll have to settle for the electronic one first." Yang Leqi picked up her phone, speaking as she forwarded the file to her.

"Okay." Qin Yun nodded seriously.

"Take your time reading it; I’m going to the bathroom." Saying that, Yang Leqi stood up and went into the restroom.

Qin Yun dazed for a few seconds, then picked up the phone to receive the document and started reading.

It’s a Republican-era gunfight drama; the third female character is an undercover beauty, the number one beauty of the era. Every gesture attracts hordes of men vying for her, and she’s pursued by many.

Yet from a young age, she had a tough background. Her parents died when she was young, and she was adopted, beaten, and scolded, living in pain while having to do laundry and cook.

Her adoptive father took a fancy to her looks and wanted to rape her but was discovered by her adoptive mother, who called her a seductress and sold her to a brothel.

Because she fell in love with a man, her identity was exposed, and she was eventually killed by that man.

Such a woman was unexpectedly caught by an enemy.

Just when she was about to pass on the obtained information, she died in the hands of the man she loved the most.

It wasn’t until her dying moments that she realized they’d long suspected her identity. The man approached her only to lure her into a trap, using her to deliver misleading fake news, ultimately discovered by her, and when she attempted to deliver real news, she was killed. But they also didn’t find the hidden news.

Because she hid the news in her body, the army eventually managed to ease thanks to the information she risked her life to obtain.

Though it’s a third female role, the character is excellent.

Qin Yun spent all night reading through the script.

Early the next morning, before light, Qin Yun excitedly woke her up.

She told Yang Leqi, "Leqi, I want to play this role."

"Hmm, okay." Yang Leqi mumbled drowsily before rolling over to continue sleeping.

Qin Yun didn’t sleep all night, seeing her sleep soundly, she too fell asleep groggily.

Yet not long after, the familiar devilish sound rang out.

"The blooming peony, so vividly red~"

The loser from last night had to get up and make breakfast, but because Yang Leqi slept with Qin Yun, Qin Yun too had to endure the torment of the devilish sound.

Thankfully, since she hadn’t slept all night, she was sleeping deeply now and wasn’t woken up.

Yang Leqi climbed out of bed yawning, communicating with the director to shut off the devilish sound in their room.

The group slowly gathered in the hall.

Each person had stayed up late scrolling through Weibo last night, now yawning with black circles under their eyes, looking like internet-addicted teenagers.

"Wake up, all of you." The director said.

"Your task this morning is to learn to make two breakfast dishes from the chef, two people per group. The winning group can choose a morning to rest for the next show."

As soon as the director finished speaking, Yang Leqi said without hesitation, "Then I’ll pair with Brother Yao, pairing with Wang Sirui is guaranteed loss!"

"Fine." Chen Yao immediately agreed.

Anyway, as long as he’s not paired with Wang Sirui, he basically won’t lose.

"I don’t even want to pair with you! Qin Hao, let’s partner up!" Wang Sirui, looking brotherly, put his arm around Qin Hao’s shoulder.

"I...actually don’t really want to..." Qin Hao hesitated, saying.

"No, you don’t want to! We’ve already agreed to pair up." Wang Sirui said seriously, pulling him tightly, afraid he’d run off, leaving himself alone.

Director: "If you’ve settled, then to the kitchen! The chefs are already waiting for you there."

The two groups headed towards the kitchen.

"Should we just concede defeat straight away..." Qin Hao sighed.

"No way, we haven’t even started, how can we admit defeat just like that! It doesn’t match our tradition! We should fearlessly advance!" Wang Sirui said, full of bravado.

Qin Hao: "..."

Thinking of Wang Sirui’s kitchen-destroying skill, he felt disheartened.

"Today we’re learning to make three-ingredient dumplings and soup dumplings, each group chooses one."

"Brother Yao, what should we choose?" Yang Leqi asked, blinking blankly.

"Three-ingredient dumplings, the filling is a bit easier than soup dumplings." Chen Yao thought for a few seconds, then said.

"Then we’re making soup dumplings." Wang Sirui rubbed his hands, ready to start.

"We’ll start by making the dough, everyone makes dumpling skins."

The two chefs each took a side, first demonstrating and, after informing them of the ratios, let them handle it themselves.

Chen Yao initially knew a bit, being skilled, quickly mastering the method and rolled out the dumpling skins.

As for Wang Sirui’s group, the skins were either too thick or too thin.

Chen Yao already adjusted the fillings, they barely rolled out usable skins, still a bit thick.

Finally, Qin Hao borrowed dough from Chen Yao to start making fillings, preparing soup dumplings, but the ones Wang Sirui made resembled everything but soup dumplings.

The chef taught for a long time but couldn’t correct Wang Sirui and just gave up.

They spent almost two hours in total wrapping their portions, most of the effort from Chen Yao, with Yang Leqi also learning to wrap quite a bit. On Wang Sirui’s side, only Qin Hao wrapped a few, so the director directly announced Chen Yao’s group’s win.

"Director, after this, please don’t call me for breakfast things. Calling me is just wasting ingredients." Wang Sirui sighed deeply, looking heartbroken.