When a Scumbag Cannon Fodder Alpha Meets a Mad Movie Queen Villainess - Chapter 33

The uncleaned tiles were slippery. Shen Muhan’s attempt to cut corners backfired when she accidentally stepped on oil and water, slipping and landing hard on her tailbone with a painful thud. She remained on the ground for a long while, unable to get up.

Everyone was startled by the loud “thud.”

Except for Qi Ning’an on the far right, who was completely absorbed in cooking. She glanced over, feigned concern, then calmly returned to stewing her dish.

A crew member rushed over, nearly slipping themselves, and steadied themselves before asking, “Are you okay? Do you need to rest? Maybe skip this episode.”

Gritting her teeth, Shen Muhan caught sight of Shen Yuanyi on the screen and shook her head. “I’m fine. I can keep going.”

She forced herself to stand up.

The live audience and food critics were moved, showering praise: Sis is so dedicated, wow.

Shen Yuanyi felt both heartache and admiration—that fall must have hurt terribly.

Hearing this, the crew had no choice but to step back. Fortunately, the oil was only near Qi Ning’an’s station, so filming could continue.

Shen Muhan was making boiled chicken br3ast, shredding the cooked meat into strips and tossing it with spicy chili oil, garnished with cucumber slivers.

Her younger sister’s favorite dish was boiled chicken br3ast. Shen Muhan stole a glance at Qi Ning’an and noticed her ingredients: potatoes, beef, carrots… everything for a curry stew.

A smirk curled her lips—she was confident of victory.

“Time’s up!” a crew member announced. “All chefs, stop what you’re doing.”

Shen Muhan had long been ready, dividing her chicken br3ast into four portions for the critics to sample.

Qi Ning’an had also finished early, having already cleaned her utensils and wiped the grease from the stovetop.

“Let’s begin with the first contestant’s dish.”

Comments flooded in: Finally, time to eat!
LMAO, with five kitchen disasters this episode, this is gonna be hilarious.

Shen Yuanyi picked up her chopsticks as the lid was lifted, revealing a stew that defied description. An entire, uncut head of broccoli floated alongside fish reeking of brine, all swimming in a murky brown broth that seemed to emit toxic green fumes.

Every critic’s face twisted in hesitation, unsure whether to take a bite.

The live audience, ever eager for chaos, egged them on: Eat it! Eat it! Even if it’s intestine roulette, you gotta try it! Hahaha!
You’re the bravest of the brave—down that bite

Even the director urged them on, holding up a whiteboard: “Don’t worry, we have medics on standby.”

Was this gourmet dining or attempted murder?

Remembering the hefty paycheck for just one episode, one brave soul finally took a bite of fish. Eyes squeezed shut, they chewed for one second… two… three… then promptly vomited into a trash can.

Shen Yuanyi froze, chopsticks hovering. Was… was this even meant for human consumption?

Comments erupted: HAHAHAHA!

Another critic opted for the mushy broccoli—only to retch within seconds, sending the live chat into hysterics.

Shen Yuanyi grew even more nervous. Surely anything was better than plain chicken br3ast? Holding her breath, she bravely took a bite. Salty. Fishy. But if she focused… there was a hint of umami.

Everyone was expecting her to vomit like the previous contestants, but to their astonishment—both the live audience and the studio crowd—she swallowed it whole, leaving them gaping in disbelief.

Only after rinsing her mouth with water from the table did Shen Yuanyi notice the incredulous stares fixed on her.

“Teacher Shen, are you… okay?” someone asked hesitantly.

Shen Yuanyi widened her eyes as if questioning why they’d even ask, then quickly shook her head. “I’m fine.”

The live chat erupted:
I hereby crown her a legend—she actually swallowed that clearly disgusting food!
Shen Yuanyi’s fans: (T_T) Baby, you’re pushing yourself too hard! What if you get sick?
Random viewers: Damn, iron stomach!

……

Even the director was stunned by this rare display, snapping back to reality only to remember the show was still filming. “Start scoring!” he barked.

From left to right, the food critics gave ratings of 2.2, 3, 3, and 2.

Perfect—not even passing marks. Shen Yuanyi, who’d bravely swallowed the dish, only scored a 3.

Netizens: LMAOOOO
Fans: Swallowing ≠ tasty. Teacher Shen is just a good kid who hates wasting food!

Next up, the stage lighting shifted dramatically. The director had Contestants 2 and 3 appear together—purely for dramatic effect.

Both were stunning women who could cook, making the “who’s better?” debate irresistible.

As the iconic Cooking Master Boy theme played, staff lifted the cloches, releasing an aroma that made the critics’ mouths water.

Viewers spammed the chat: Drooling. I need this NOW

The director added, “Our two contestants are waiting behind that screen. Judge fairly.”

The chat roasted him: No favoritism just ’cause someone’s pretty!

As expected, the audience knew the director best—laughter erupted both on and off set.

Behind the screen, the two stood in icy silence, tension thick enough to slice. No pleasantries, just quiet rivalry.

Though their eyes were forward, their focus was squarely on Shen Yuanyi in the judges’ seat.

Shen Muhan glanced sideways at her competitor, admiring her freshly done nails with the air of someone who’d already won.

Qi Ning’an felt the provocation but remained unshaken.

Does she not know… puppies hate chicken br3ast most of all?

——

Staring at the chicken br3ast before her, Shen Yuanyi grimaced, lost in unpleasant memories.

Her sister used to force-feed her the revolting meat—the more she resisted, the more she had to eat.

Because their moms had done the same to her sister. She understood: if her sister suffered alone, it’d breed resentment. She couldn’t bear to see that.

Every time, she’d choke down the entire plate, cheeks bulging, only to hear: “Good girl.”

Snapping back, Shen Yuanyi took a deep breath, pretending it was fried chicken—but the reality remained hard to swallow.

She gulped a bite without chewing, her face betraying neither pleasure nor disgust.

Behind the screen, two plates of food came into view. Shen Yuanyi first tasted her own dish, causing Shen Muhan to curl her lips into a confident smirk.

Qi Ning’an, however, furrowed her brows, fingers clenched tightly. She couldn’t fathom how the little pup had managed to swallow it—how pitiful. She wanted nothing more than to rush over and embrace her.

Sniffling, she held back her tears. This woman had hurt the pup—she deserved to die.

“You can’t win against me. After all, she’s my sister.”

So that was it. Everything made sense now.

Shen Muhan continued, “The bond between me and Shen Yuanyi isn’t something an outsider like you can compare to. I know exactly what she likes to eat, what she enjoys.”

“No, you’re wrong,” Qi Ning’an said coldly.

Just then—

Shen Yuanyi took her second bite—curry rice. The same expression, her face revealing neither delight nor disgust, but in her heart, she had already silently scored it.

“The four judges may now give their scores,” the director announced.

Shen Yuanyi wrote hers down.

A countdown—three, two, one—and the scorecards flipped.

For the chicken br3ast, the scores from left to right were: 9.5, 10, 6, and 10.

For the curry rice: 9, 9, 10, 9.

A total of 35.5 versus 37.

“Why?” Shen Muhan stared at the scores in disbelief.

The camera panned to Shen Yuanyi. “Judge Shen, why did you give the chicken br3ast such a low score of 6?”

Shen Yuanyi scratched her head—this wasn’t part of the script. Pressed for an answer, she reluctantly replied, “The seasoning on the chicken br3ast was actually quite refreshing, but… I’m just not a big fan of chicken br3ast.”

“That can’t be. She should love it.”

Hearing this, Qi Ning’an couldn’t help but laugh. Smiling, she turned to Shen Muhan. “You claim to know Shen Yuanyi, to be her sister—yet you don’t even know that she hates chicken br3ast?”

“Impossible.” Shen Muhan repeated the word under her breath, tears rolling down her cheeks in thick drops.

How ugly her crying sounded.

“What kind of misunderstanding led you to believe Shen Yuanyi loves chicken br3ast?” Qi Ning’an’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as she stepped closer, forcing Shen Muhan to her knees. “Someone like you doesn’t deserve to call herself Shen Yuanyi’s sister. Why don’t you just die?”

The last words struck Shen Muhan like a blade. Her heart trembled as she lifted her gaze, red-rimmed eyes glaring at the victor.

She couldn’t believe such words had come from the seemingly gentle woman before her. This woman was terrifying—someone like her should never be allowed near Shen Yuanyi.

With a swish, the folding screen collapsed, revealing one person standing and the other kneeling. The entire room froze in shock—especially at the sight of Qi Ning’an.

“Uh…” The director scratched his head, utterly lost. The audience, and even Shen Yuanyi, were equally baffled.

Out of respect for Shen Yuanyi, Qi Ning’an helped Shen Muhan up. “Get up. What will people think if they see you kneeling like this?”

The live chat exploded:
Wow, Qi Ning’an?! She actually joined a show like this?!
Ahhhh, sister! I love you!
Sis Qi is still so kind, sobsob. I’m moved to tears—she even helped her opponent up!

“Qi Ning’an…” Shen Yuanyi pressed her lips together, fingers tightening. Her heart skipped a beat.

Then, spotting the curry rice on the table, it suddenly clicked—the delicious dish had been made by Qi Ning’an.

She… she really wanted another bite.

Qi Ning’an was undoubtedly in first place.

After the show, Shen Yuanyi jogged up to her. “Sis, do you have any more of that curry rice you made? I still want some.”

For her to approach her in front of so many people—this puppy really loved to eat.

“I’ll make something even tastier for you this weekend.”

“Really?” Shen Yuanyi’s eyes lit up, her fingers curling into fists as she bounced excitedly in place.

Unable to resist, Qi Ning’an pinched the puppy’s soft cheeks. “You’ll come this weekend, right?”

As if remembering something, Shen Yuanyi blushed and took a shy step back.

What would this innocent little bunny know? She just wanted to hear her call her “Mommy.”

Shen Yuanyi rose onto her tiptoes and playfully whispered in Qi Ning’an’s ear, “Mommy.”

Her face instantly burned crimson, and she retreated several steps, too embarrassed to look at Qi Ning’an—because the moment she called her that, her mind flooded with images that made her bl00d run hot.

“I—I gotta go, bye!” Without waiting to see Qi Ning’an’s reaction, she turned and fled.

She didn’t know that when Qi Ning’an heard her call her “Mommy,” her heart skipped a beat, and desire flared within her.

A rare flush spread across her usually cool, pale skin as she bit her lip, breathing unevenly.