Culinary God in Wilderness

Chapter 260: Chapter 186: Your Butt Is the Big One

Erica plopped down beside him, scooting a little closer.

"Scoot over, your butt’s too big."

"Your butt is the big one!"

Lin Chen irritably scooted to the side. He was already getting a little used to this girl’s overly familiar behavior.

Who would have thought that from just a single thoughtless comment, Erica would actually stand up, look down, and stick her butt out to inspect it.

"I don’t think it’s big enough. It’d be better if it were a little more perky."

"Could you please be a little more mindful of your image? So many people are watching."

"Huh?"

As if she’d discovered a new continent, Erica sat back down beside him, her delicate, doll-like features leaning in to stare at him.

"Why is your face red? Don’t tell me you’re shy? Never had a girlfriend?"

"Of course I have. We Da Xia People are more reserved, not as bold and open as Westerners."

"What’s the big deal? I’m wearing pants, and I even have a bikini on underneath."

"..."

’That was true.’

World-famous nude beaches were mostly in Europe, and they even had absurd things like naked cycling events. Talking to a European about this stuff was like playing a lute to a cow.

The fact that she was properly wearing clothes was already a sign of considerable restraint.

[Hahahaha, the ever-calm Lin actually can’t handle a woman. This is so interesting.]

[Asians seem to be more conservative in this regard. It’s incomprehensible.]

[Erica is too skinny, not curvy enough. Anyway, she doesn’t really fit my aesthetic.]

[Don’t Asians like skinny women? Maybe Erica is exactly their type.]

[This is a golden opportunity to become the son-in-law of a billionaire family in one fell swoop. Seize it!]

[Everyone calm down. Erica just wants to learn some wilderness cooking skills. Isn’t your focus a little weird?]

[Yeah, rich families definitely marry other rich families, or maybe political families. The poor-boy-marries-the-swan-princess story only exists in movies.]

After Erica said those things so nonchalantly, Lin Chen had a feeling the vibe in the livestream chat was about to go off the rails. He stealthily tapped his wristband.

Sure enough, six or seven out of every ten comments were from people wanting to watch the drama unfold.

Fortunately, the atmosphere for gossip wasn’t as intense overseas as it was on the Chinese internet. It died down after a moment, and most people refocused on the show.

’These people must watch too many movies.’

Seeing him looking at the live comments on his wristband, Erica opened hers as well.

After seeing the comments, she made a face at the camera on Lin Chen’s chest, then deliberately puffed out her chest.

"I’ve got plenty of assets, okay? Lots of models and celebrities have a figure like mine. You guys are just jealous that Lin has such a beautiful female fan, aren’t you?"

After speaking, she didn’t give Lin Chen a chance to say anything and tapped directly on his wristband.

"Ignore them. Come on, get back to your cooking... Huh? Where’s that bowl of Green Mussels?"

Only then did she notice that one of the two coconut bowls propped up by the fire was now empty, with only half a bowl of seafood soup left in the other.

Her eyes went wide, and she stared at him in disbelief. "You snuck a bite while I was gone??"

"What do you mean, ’snuck a bite’!?"

Lin Chen frowned. "This is my home, these are ingredients I gathered myself, and this is food I made myself. What’s wrong with me eating my own food? Besides, you saw the whole cooking process, didn’t you?"

"I only saw the beginning, not the end! I need to know how long to cook it, what it should look like when it’s done, whether you added any new ingredients, and so on."

"Boil it for five more minutes after it comes to a boil. No new ingredients were added. Happy now?"

"That’s it?"

Erica looked at him suspiciously. "I know a lot of chefs deliberately hold something back when they’re teaching someone, or they intentionally give the wrong ingredient ratios..."

"Then you can just go back and watch the recording. It’s public anyway, and you don’t even have to pay tuition. Go on, get going. I’ll see you out."

Lin Chen shot to his feet, grabbed the woman’s wrist to pull her up from the cave entrance, and started pushing her outside.

He could understand her cautious mindset. After all, Western cuisine was a style of cooking that placed great importance on details.

But understanding was one thing. As a fan, did she not even know what kind of person he was?

’Am I the kind of chef who would hold things back and deceive people?’

’Since she doesn’t trust me, she can just forget about learning. She can go back and watch the show; it’ll all be perfectly clear.’

"Hey, hey, no, no, no! That’s not what I meant! Lin, my dear Lin, please give me a chance to explain, okay~"

Erica’s small face was all smiles as she babbled out an explanation, pressing her hands together in a begging gesture.

But it was no use. Lin Chen kept a straight face and continued pushing her out.

In her haste, her eyes darted around. She suddenly took a step forward on her own and spun around abruptly.

"Lin, I apologize. Calm down first, okay~"

"?!"

Lin Chen hadn’t expected her to suddenly turn around at all. He subconsciously took another step forward, his hands still in the posture of pushing her shoulders.

But with Erica’s turn, his posture suddenly became quite compromising.

Lin Chen’s expression changed. The tip of his forward-moving foot suddenly dug into the ground, forcibly halting his momentum, and he quickly pulled his hands back.

If he had reacted even a second later, it would have definitely looked like harassment.

Seeing that he had finally stopped, Erica let out a long sigh of relief and, with a cheeky grin, sidled up to link arms with him.

"Don’t be mad, Lin. I know you’re not that kind of person~"

That simple action and a single sentence were enough to dispel most of the little resentment Lin Chen had felt.

Staring at Erica’s delicate, fair features from up close, Lin Chen opened his mouth but found he, once again, didn’t know what to say.