CHAPTER 662: CHAPTER 662: THE LITTLE ANCESTOR PINCHED A CLEARING SPELL!

The diners were furious from the stinky foie gras.

The restaurant manager was almost going crazy, rushing into the kitchen and yelling, "What’s going on? How could the ingredients stink? What are you doing back here!"

Fang Yumei’s heart was pounding like a drum, her head was about to explode.

Hastily pulling a tablecloth from the kitchen trash cart to cover her suddenly inflated body, the abrupt thought in her mind kept echoing:

"The number of people refusing to eat your dish has exceeded 30. The backlash will double, and the dish will spoil."

Hell, who are those 30 people?

So blind, so outrageous, refusing to eat perfectly fine foie gras, and now this is all on her, making her bloat up and ruining the dish, tarnishing her reputation as the God of Food!

But at this moment, how could she possibly admit it was her fault?

Looking around, she immediately found a scapegoat: "There’s absolutely nothing wrong with my cooking, is someone jealous and messed with my dishes?"

The surrounding old chefs had an incredulous look in their eyes, each with a complex expression: "Miss Fang, how could we possibly tamper with it? You shouldn’t falsely accuse others like this..."

However, the manager was both anxious and angry, and didn’t want to offend Fang Yumei. Given a scapegoat, he started scolding indiscriminately: "You all are causing trouble instead of properly assisting Miss Fang, smarten up! Hurry and clean up the mess!"

The old chefs, angry but afraid to speak, buried themselves in preparing new dishes to offer to customers, replacing the stinky foie gras.

Fang Yumei was about to go to the restroom to change into a male chef’s coat, when suddenly the manager realized: "Miss Fang, how did you get so fat?"

Fang Yumei forced herself to remain calm: "I, I, I bought too much foie gras every night for research to develop the tastiest foie gras and ate too much!"

Manager: "..." But she didn’t seem this plump when she first arrived for work today, did he remember the new Miss Fang’s figure wrong?

Fang Yumei fled into the bathroom in a panic.

Being so fat isn’t a solution.

It’s terrifying, the backlash from 30 people rejecting her foie gras is so severe, it seems she must cut more meat to get through this.

She peeled off the band-aid, and at the barely healed wound, gritted her teeth and cut off a small piece of flesh for the Gourmet Jade Chopsticks to absorb.

Finally, the lifeless chopsticks emitted a faint blue glow once again.

But her figure did not return to normal.

With her cumbersome body, she still had to keep working, cursing the 30 people who refused to eat foie gras a thousand times over in her heart.

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The set of "Long Immortal Road".

The director and over thirty supporting actors and crew, surrounded Xi Langyue and Wu Qianman:

"I must say, you two really match well... how about you publicly announce your relationship, maybe it’ll boost the drama’s popularity!"

"Yeah, yeah, this fake act turning real is so damn exciting!"

"In the future, kissing scenes won’t need to be staged anymore, director, let them really kiss!"

Just as everyone focused on the pair, almost forgetting the uneaten foie gras behind them, suddenly a foul stench permeated the studio.

"Foie gras, oh my god, how did this foie gras stink like a stone in a cesspit..."

"Am I crazy to order this delivery?"

"Ugh, I never want to eat foie gras again in my life..."

Seeing everyone finally lose their addiction to foie gras, Wu Qianman and Xi Langyue sighed in relief.

Xi Langyue: "So, about what was just said about making it public, it was just a joke, don’t take it seriously."

Wu Qianman: "Director, remember to stage the kissing scenes in the future..."

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Famo Mansion.

The sound of vomiting echoed, instantly infusing the high-class French restaurant with an indescribable odor.

Seated, Zuzi pressed her nose lightly, gracefully casting a Clearing Spell, maintaining a pocket of fresh air around her table with Bao Gucheng and Bai He.