The Game of Life-Chapter 757 - 756 100 Uses of Shit

Chapter 757: Chapter 756: 100 Uses of Shit

Chapter 757 -756: 100 Uses of Shit

Jiang Feng sat in the car, staring at the message on his phone screen he had sent to Wu Minqi telling her he was on his way back home, but his mind was preoccupied with what Zhou Shi had told him while he was waiting for the ride.

Opportunities are perhaps gifted by fate, but it is oneself who makes the choices.

He felt like he could understand Zhou Shi’s perspective, yet somehow he couldn’t. He somewhat agreed with Zhou Shi’s ideas, but he didn’t fully endorse them.

Jiang Feng felt like the pitiful child in the Western fairy tales he read as a kid, the one who worked for a witch who handed him a tangled skein of yarn and ordered him to sort it out. However, he just couldn’t find the end of the thread, and even if he did, it would snap as soon as he tugged on it, forcing him to start the search all over again.

Lost in his thoughts, Jiang Feng arrived home.

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Wu Minqi was sitting on a yoga mat in the living room, covered in sweat—it looked like she had just finished her yoga and was sitting down to rest before taking a shower.

“Fengfeng, what did Chef Arno want with you guys anyway?” Wu Minqi was a bit curious.

Jiang Feng then told Wu Minqi about the reality show.

After hearing the news, Wu Minqi’s first reaction was almost the same as Lu Sheng’s: it was as if a pie had fallen from the sky, missing everyone else, yet it was hell-bent on smashing right onto the heads of Jiang Feng and Lu Sheng.

“That’s great! Although I’ve never seen that reality show, it’s well-established and I remember it always being popular. Participating in a reality show and competing with Chef Arno—it sounds like a fantastic opportunity from any angle. You must take part,” Wu Minqi said.

Jiang Feng then shared with Wu Minqi how the details of the reality show were still up in the air, the format was unknown, and the funding wasn’t in place yet.

Wu Minqi: …

Originally sitting cross-legged on the yoga mat and looking up at Jiang Feng as he talked, Wu Minqi found the posture tiring after a while and simply stood up to move and sit on the edge of the leather sofa.

“I still think you should participate,” Wu Minqi held firm to her viewpoint, even though the show seemed a bit different from what she had initially thought, “As long as Chef Arno is willing to compete, it’s an excellent training opportunity, even if it means losing money in the process.”

Jiang Feng had his reservations, after all, whether Chef Arno would participate all depended on his reaction to the chicken tofu pudding tomorrow.

If he’s blown away by it, he would undoubtedly compete, and he would not just want to compete, but he would also try every trick in the book to keep Jiang Feng down and sing his praises.

If he dismisses it outright, then the show is certainly doomed, and Chef Arno would probably scoff at Jiang Feng even more, possibly reveling in his penchant for mocking others, subjecting Jiang Feng to a full-on, 360-degree derision with no blind spots.

He might give Jiang Feng a taste of the time he made Zhang Guanghang so self-conscious with his mockery.

Speaking of which, what on earth did Chef Arno say to Zhang back then? He actually made the man go silent with embarrassment.

Although Jiang Feng was very curious, he didn’t dare to ask.

Wu Minqi was about to take a shower, but after listening to Jiang Feng talk for so long, the sweat on her body had almost dried. For a moment, she didn’t feel like showering anymore.

Besides, it wasn’t even eleven o’clock yet. As an outstanding and qualified twenty-something member of the new era youth, even though Wu Minqi was already living a 996 lifestyle, she wouldn’t go to bed this early.

“Why don’t we watch that show of Chef Arno’s from back then?” Wu Minqi suggested. “I’ve only heard of this program, never actually seen it.”

Jiang Feng thought it was a great idea. Here they were, guessing and analyzing back and forth, when it would make more sense to watch the reality show first, understand what the production team was really like, and then make judgments.

Since it was a variety show, an episode was quite long, and Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi didn’t actually want to watch it for entertainment. They wanted to get an idea of the filming style and the show’s format, so they randomly picked an episode from the middle and started watching.

Due to its age, the video quality wasn’t very good.

As soon as they started watching, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi were deeply shocked.

How to put it, although they had heard that the first season of this reality show had a limited budget due to the financiers’ lack of confidence, leaving the production team rather poor in the early stages and cutting corners wherever possible, it was only after Chef Arno, with his bizarre personality, became a hit and swept across America with soaring ratings that the investors smiled from ear to ear, generously threw money at it, making the team wealthy towards the end.

But this was just too poor.

A shoddy opening sequence is one thing—after all, poverty is understandable. But why, despite such limited funds, did they still insist on doing visual effects, especially those peculiar fire effects that even five-minute cheap effects would be too much to ask for?

Jiang Feng figured out why Chef Arno was reluctant to join the second season. Appearing alongside such bizarre effects, with a haughty air and a face that seemed to say “I’m second to none,” Chef Arno probably wanted to beat the producers to death after seeing the aired show.

Aside from the unfamiliar competitors and some initially confusing rules, there were reasons why this reality show became a huge hit at the time.

Chef Arno was just too showy.

The competition format was actually quite simple: learning quizzes, major learning tests, and elimination exams. In the episode Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi fast-forwarded through, it was basically a few young chefs undergoing closed-door training under Arno’s guidance, living together in harmony.

What would have been a very dull and monotonous plot became colorful and vibrant with Chef Arno.

In Jiang Feng’s memory, for reality shows that focus on training and elimination to stimulate viewers’ interest, there’s usually a need for contestants to verbally spar with each other. They might argue in the living room, or bicker in the bedroom, start a fight over a glass of water, or squabble because of a cup of milk, with international reality shows often being more provocative than domestic ones.

Domestically, while there might be arguments, people generally won’t get physical—usually just insinuations or eye-rolling. But abroad, not only might fists fly, but exclamations like “shit” and “fk,” which could easily turn into asterisk-covered words, are readily thrown out.

But this show was different. There was a lot of love between the members, even harmonious, with hearty support for one another, no conflicts, and the atmosphere was as beautiful and peaceful as an idyllic paradise.

All because of Chef Arno.

Chef Arno was in charge of all the insults and confrontations, he tore into others and they didn’t dare retaliate. The contestants left their dorms feeling dejected, but returned joyous and elated, treating the dorm like their warmest haven. The saddest part was that they couldn’t openly criticize Chef Arno because, by that time, Chef Arno was already one of the top chefs in America.

The contestants were tactful in their comments, all saying Chef Arno had a temper, and although his words were really harsh, they knew he was just being tough on them for their own good.

Chef Arno was very blunt, he thought those contestants were all shit.

Utter garbage.

After watching almost an hour of the show on fast-forward, Jiang Feng noticed Chef Arno was quite fond of saying “shit.”

A simple word he managed to use in an impressively varied way.

Paired with the translators’ candid translations back then, Chef Arno’s cursing had quite the comedic effect.

Like “This dish you made looks like a pile of shit; are you really going to serve this dogshit to the customers?”

What kind of shit do you have in your head? You, as a person, are essentially just a piece of shit.

Throw away that sauce you just made, it’s as bad as dogshit; it doesn’t deserve to be on my cooking station, it simply dirties my eyes.

Oh my god, what kind of shit is all this?

…

After watching the show, Jiang Feng didn’t remember anything except shit.

By the end of the show, seeing those students struggling under Chef Arno’s harsh criticism, making dishes that were still facepalm-inducing, Jiang Feng even had mental images of shit.

How to put it, maybe it was the editing, but it really was quite shit.

After watching, Jiang Feng didn’t have any particular thoughts, he just purely wanted to see the next episode.

This damned variety show was truly addictive.

Chef Arno’s cursing was marvelous. Over the course of the show, he spared no one, from the cameramen to the director; he cursed the contestants, the format, even the food suppliers. But the key thing was, he cursed with a point, never just for the sake of it. If the dish was bad, he cursed the chef; if the ingredients were poor, he cursed the supplier; if the format was a problem, he went after the director.

Throughout the entire show, there was not a single repeated insult; it was even more impressive than Sir cursing. Jiang Feng felt that with just this season of the show, Chef Arno could publish a compilation of insults.

Unfortunately, Chef Arno was born in the wrong place. If his mother tongue were Chinese, his vocabulary of curses wouldn’t have been limited to the monotony of “shit” and words starting with “f.” They would undoubtedly be more spectacular, more elegant, and more artistic.

Jiang Feng began to understand why Chef Arno was so popular.

Because he was a forthright villain.

Chef Arno expressed his disdain, prejudice, and contempt clearly and directly, and he did so simply because he really looked down upon them.

At the same time, he truly was awesome.

Most importantly, it was truly enjoyable to watch him curse others; after all, it wasn’t oneself being cursed.

Then Jiang Feng realized that if his chicken tofu pudding tomorrow turned out not to be satisfactory, or didn’t meet Chef Arno’s expectations and standards, he, the one enjoying the show today, would be the contestant getting cursed on the show tomorrow.

Just at the thought, Jiang Feng couldn’t help but shiver.

When Chef Arno cursed, he was full of vigor, spoke fast, and being a robust man himself, he’d often let loose a barrage of “shit” that the recipient might not even understand or hear properly before feeling intimidated and scared, both mentally and physically.

And then, when Chef Arno finished, one could only slowly replay and realize what exactly he had been cursed with.

Jiang Feng seemed to understand why Zhang Guanghang had been traumatized to silence by Chef Arno back then.

“Fengfeng, should we watch another episode?” Wu Minqi, who had been captivated by the show, couldn’t care less about taking a bath now and just wanted to continue watching.

“Qiqi,” Jiang Feng said urgently, clutching Wu Minqi’s arm, standing up straight as his whole demeanor appeared to be on edge and somewhat neurotic.

“Hm?”

“What do you think about the clear soup I made this morning?” Jiang Feng already had visions of Chef Arno unleashing a full barrage on him the next day.

“It’s… it’s fine, I didn’t see anything wrong with it. Did you use the clear soup today? I remember your chicken tofu pudding at noon was made with yesterday’s clear soup. The one you made today should be for tomorrow, right?” Wu Minqi was confused about why Jiang Feng suddenly started thinking about his clear soup in the middle of an enjoyable show.

Jiang Feng breathed a sigh of relief and continued, “Then how do you think my chicken tofu pudding has been lately? Is it consistent? Is the customer feedback okay? Hopefully, there haven’t been any bad reviews, right?”

Wu Minqi: ?

“Of course not, Fengfeng, your chicken tofu pudding is now the hardest dish to book in our restaurant. Yue was telling me at lunch today about how she gets countless calls from customers every day trying to get her to fit their bookings in through backdoor connections or move them up the waiting list,” Wu Minqi looked at Jiang Feng somewhat puzzled.

“That’s good, that’s good,” Jiang Feng felt somewhat relieved. He glanced at the time on the tablet, saw it was already midnight, and quickly got up to organize his clothes and take a bath.

Seeing Jiang Feng go to bathe before her, Wu Minqi happily clicked on the next episode, continuing to watch the variety show with great enjoyment.