The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

This man calls himself "General Manager Wang AAA of Building Materials" online.

He doesn't sell building materials; his real business comes from gaining traffic by sensationalizing, criticizing, and maliciously exposing fakes on various platforms.

His live stream room is always filled with millions of online trolls and haters who love to watch the drama unfold.

In recent days, the rule of Lin's Restaurant "only serves twenty tables a day" has been making headlines in Beijing's social circles.

In Mr. Wang's view, he was very familiar with this routine.

Pure scarcity marketing.

Hidden masters and unparalleled skills are all just gimmicks to trick brainless artsy youths into giving away their money.

In order to capitalize on this massive surge in traffic, he worked through the night to hire three scalpers and paid a hefty 10,000 yuan to snatch up the spot for table number one today.

"Family members! Did you see that clearly?!"

Mr. Wang opened his mouth wide to the camera, his rough voice echoing through the quiet alley.

"Only forty tables a day? And you have to queue up and grab a number?"

"This is blatant, fabricated prosperity! A deliberately created illusion!"

"Today, Boss Wang will lead you to expose this fraudulent business and strip it bare!"

The emotions in the live stream room were instantly ignited.

"Boss Wang is tough! I love watching him cause trouble!"

"Ten thousand yuan for an account? This boss must be crazy for money!"

"Down with these unscrupulous merchants! Let them be exposed for their true colors!"

Looking at the steadily rising popularity data, Mr. Wang grinned with satisfaction, revealing a confident smile.

He swaggered across the cobblestone path and headed straight for the half-closed door of the Lin Family Restaurant.

He lifted his foot and stepped over the high wooden threshold without any hesitation.

A gust of wind blew in my face, carrying a faint scent of old wood and raw lacquer.

The scene inside the courtyard house seemed like a completely different world from the bustling alleyways outside.

There were no hostesses, no deafening music. There wasn't even a proper ordering table.

There were only a few bare old trees and a few wooden tables arranged in a haphazard manner in the courtyard.

Mr. Wang held up the tripod like a supervisor inspecting his territory, his eyes full of disdain.

"Family members, see for yourselves!" He waved the camera around wildly, his tone extremely exaggerated.

"This dilapidated courtyard hasn't even been renovated, yet they dare to open for business?"

"There's not even anyone to pour water. Are customers paying to come here and freeze?"

His gaze suddenly fixed on a corner of the courtyard.

Beside the sink, a middle-aged man wearing an old jacket and thick-rimmed glasses was sweeping the floor with a large broom.

On the bluestone slab at the uncle's feet, there was a small pile of wood chips scattered.

As if he had discovered some shocking secret, Mr. Wang immediately shoved the camera in the direction of the secret.

"Look everyone, the ground is covered in wood chips!"

"Do these hygiene conditions meet the standards?"

"Is this place, littered with garbage, meant for people to eat, or for them to eat dust?"

Wang Cunxin, who was sweeping the floor, stopped what he was doing. Through his thick-rimmed glasses, he coldly stared at the man shouting in front of him.

The wood shavings on the ground were scraped off by Lin Mo yesterday using his superb ancient techniques when he was repairing the Ming Dynasty load-bearing pillar.

Each wood shaving is as uniformly thick as paper, a testament to the pure art of mortise and tenon joints.

In the end, it became garbage in this idiot's mouth.

Wang Cunxin's chest heaved, and the veins on the back of his hand gripping the broom handle bulged. He was a distinguished professor at Tsinghua University, a titan of academia.

Normally, everyone treats him with utmost respect.

Now I'm being verbally abused by an internet clown who's just trying to get clicks and traffic.

He really wanted to grab a broom and smear it directly on that oily face.

But reason held him back; this was Lin Mo's shop, and he couldn't ruin its reputation.

Wang Cunzun took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.

He didn't even glance at Mr. Wang, turned around, swept the sawdust on the ground into a dustpan, and carried it to the backyard.

"He's feeling guilty! Family members, did you see that? He's feeling guilty!"

Mr. Wang thought he had intimidated the other party with his aura, and shouted triumphantly at the camera.

"An old man sweeping the floor, he didn't dare utter a single word!"

He turned around and strode to the main table in the center of the courtyard.

He plopped down heavily on his bottom.

The chair was made entirely of solid wood, and when he sat on it, it didn't make a sound at all.

Mr. Wang was completely oblivious to the intricacies of the furniture, and simply arrogantly slapped the tabletop with his broad palm.

"Bang! Bang!"

The dull thumping sound was particularly jarring in the quiet courtyard.

"Where's the boss?! Where did he go?!"

"Are you blind? Didn't you see the customers coming in?"

He fixed his phone stand on the table, facing his face, striking a pose like an old man.

"Don't try to fool me with those ridiculous rules!"

"I spent ten thousand dollars to sit here today, I am God!"

The online trolls in the live stream started spamming the chat.

"The boss is too scared to come out, isn't he!"

"I bet his legs went weak with fear while he was in the kitchen!"

Looking at the screen full of comments, Mr. Wang felt even more confident.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, towards the heavy curtain in the back kitchen.

"Bring me all your most expensive, best-known, and hearty dishes!"

"Abalone, sea cucumber, Australian lobster—bring on the most expensive stuff!"

"I have plenty of money!"

He sneered, his eyes turning sinister.

"but!"

"If you dare to try and fool me with those ready-made meal kits or microwaved dishes..."

He pointed at the camera and uttered harsh words, one word at a time.

"Today, right here in front of these millions of brothers, I'm going to smash your store's signboard!"

"I'll make sure you all go out of business across the entire internet! You'll never have a chance to recover!"

His arrogant shouts echoed through the courtyard.

A few withered leaves were swept up by the wind and landed on the bluestone slab.

"Whoosh—"

The navy blue curtain in the kitchen was gently lifted by a hand.

Lin Mo came out.

He was wearing an ordinary long-sleeved shirt and a clean coarse cloth apron tied around his waist.

Holding a towel, he was slowly wiping the water stains off his fingers.

His movements were slow.

Every finger and every joint was meticulously wiped.

It's as if the internet celebrity outside, who was throwing a tantrum and threatening to smash up the store, never existed.

Lin Mo stopped three steps away from the main table.

He casually draped the towel he had used to dry his hands over his shoulder, raised his eyes, and looked at President Wang sitting at the table.

Those deep eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool.

There was no anger, no panic.

Not even the slightest emotional fluctuation could be found.

It was a calm that completely disregarded the other person, almost to the point of indifference.

Mr. Wang had prepared a whole lot of profanities.

When the boss comes out to argue, we're ready to go all out and maximize the entertainment value of the show.

But when he met Lin Mo's calm and unwavering eyes, he suddenly felt as if he had punched a piece of cotton.

Even more surprisingly, a chill ran down my back.

This stark contrast caused Mr. Wang's imposing manner to pause involuntarily.

But then he immediately thought of the millions of eyes watching the live stream.

He stiffened his neck, forcibly maintaining his composure, and glared back fiercely.

"What are you looking at! Didn't you hear me ordering?"

"The most expensive! The most elaborate dish!"

Lin Mo watched his performance quietly.

The cold autumn wind blew through the courtyard, lifting the stray hairs on Lin Mo's forehead.

He neither addressed the hygiene issue nor refuted the other party's provocation.

He simply nodded slightly.

"OK."

A single, crisp word, without the slightest hesitation.

"Hold on."

After saying that, Lin Mo didn't even pause for a second longer.

He turned around, lifted the curtain, and went back into the kitchen; the whole process took no more than half a minute.

There were no heated arguments, no dramatic conflicts.

Lin Mo accepted the challenge so casually.

Mr. Wang was left sitting alone in the courtyard, facing the quiet air, like a clown jumping around.

"Family members! Did you see that?!"

Mr. Wang was stunned for a few seconds, then angrily shouted at the camera.

"Stop pretending! Still pretending!"

"They didn't dare say a word; they must be feeling guilty!"

He glanced at his watch, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"We'll just wait!"

"I'd like to see what kind of delicacies he can come up with!"

Time ticked by in the quiet courtyard, and the viewers in the live stream eagerly awaited their turn.

"Waiting for it to crash and burn."

"This boss looks pretty calm; he's probably a repeat offender."

"He must have gone to the kitchen to tear open the packaging bags."

While watching the comments, Mr. Wang was mentally planning how to use the most vicious words to belittle the dish.

As soon as a dish is served, he will find fault with it, no matter how good or bad it is.

Too salty, too bland, overcooked, or the ingredients weren't fresh.

If you want to add a crime, there is nothing wrong with it.

A dozen minutes later.

The curtain in the back kitchen was drawn again, and there was movement.

Lin Mo walked out steadily, carrying a tray.

On the tray was a large white porcelain soup bowl.

The bowl was covered with a perfectly fitting porcelain lid.

No heat was emitted.

No fragrance was released into the air.

It looks ordinary, even somewhat rudimentary.

Lin Mo walked to the table and placed the large white porcelain soup bowl steadily in front of President Wang.

"Your dish."

His tone remained extremely calm.

After putting down the bowl, Lin Mo stepped aside, crossed her arms, and looked at him indifferently.

Mr. Wang stared at the white porcelain lid on the table, which wasn't even a wisp of heat.

After a brief moment of astonishment, he burst into an extremely unrestrained burst of laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

He grabbed the phone stand and pointed the camera firmly at the soup bowl.

"Family members! Can you believe it?"

His voice was full of mockery and contempt.

"Ten minutes!"

"Only ten minutes have passed!"

"A main dish that's ready in ten minutes? What reputable restaurant can cook a main dish in just ten minutes?"

Mr. Wang tapped the table with his stubby fingers and confidently delivered his conclusion to millions of viewers.

"This is definitely microwaved synthetic meat!"

"Or perhaps it's a high-tech marvel made from cheap stock powder!"

He put down his phone and pressed one hand against the top of the white porcelain lid.

His fat face was full of sinister eagerness to see him make a fool of himself.

"Family members, open your eyes wide and look carefully."

"Watch how I expose this liar right here and now!"

Mr. Wang took a deep breath and suddenly exerted force on his wrist.

He yanked open the heavy white porcelain lid.