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

Lin Mo slightly turned his body to the side, making way for the passage leading to the kitchen.

Mr. Wang gripped the selfie stick tightly in both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging from the excessive force.

Because he was breathing so rapidly, the phone camera shook violently, following his obese body.

His face, full of fat, was taut, and the corners of his mouth were uncontrollably twitching upwards, revealing a cruel and smug sneer.

Based on his years of experience navigating the internet and exposing counterfeits everywhere.

The kitchen is always the most fatal weakness for these restaurant owners.

As soon as you push open this door, you'll find cockroaches and rats scurrying around the slop bucket, and moldy, blackened, expired, rotten vegetable leaves.

It's absolutely foolproof; there's no chance of any accidents.

"Family! Cheer up! The big event is about to begin!"

As Mr. Wang strode hurriedly inside, he shouted hoarsely into his phone screen.

"Open all your screen recording software! Keep your fingers on the screenshot button, ready at any moment!"

"Today I'll show my millions of brothers exactly what kind of garbage this so-called high-end private kitchen is!"

"These kitchens, which are kept hidden and dare not be made public, could definitely contain gutter oil that would make anyone vomit up even their last meal!"

He took three steps at a time, striding like a gust of wind to the heavy wooden door.

Mr. Wang, holding his phone, stormed in first, looking very aggressive.

However, the moment his gaze crossed the threshold and he truly saw the scene inside the room.

His thick arm, which was holding the selfie stick high, froze in mid-air without warning.

It was as if an invisible steel nail had pinned him to the spot.

It wasn't just him.

The millions of viewers in the live stream who were originally frantically spamming the chat and clamoring to see a joke were now gone.

It was as if someone had grabbed my throat at the same time.

One second it was a lively barrage of comments, filled with all sorts of condemnations.

They were plunged into a bizarre silence that lasted for more than ten seconds.

What was presented to everyone was a kitchen that defied all the common sense in the catering industry.

The room wasn't particularly large, but it was outrageously spacious and bright.

There were no dim light bulbs covered in black grease overhead.

Instead, there are lights that are installed in a staggered manner, with soft and even light.

There was no smell of cooking oil in the air; instead, there was a refreshing aroma of old wood mixed with a faint fragrance.

The stove was not the dark, greasy mess I had imagined.

There were no flies buzzing around everywhere.

At this moment, these large stainless steel countertops gleamed under the soft light.

The table surface is clean and refreshing; you can't feel any stickiness at all when you touch it.

On the knife rack, a set of knives, both intimidating and pleasing to the eye, are lined up in a row.

From the broad and heavy cleaver to the thin, translucent slicing knife, and then to the small and exquisite boning knife.

Ten kitchen knives of different sizes and lengths were neatly arranged on the wall.

Each knife's blade was polished to a cold, sharp gleam, and not a single fingerprint could be found on its surface.

They hung there quietly, like carefully arranged modern works of art.

Looking at the sharp blades, Mr. Wang suddenly recalled Lin Mo's casual warning from earlier.

He subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva and involuntarily took half a step back.

The gaze slowly moved upwards.

Above the smokeless stove, the row of transparent glass jars used to hold seasonings is a sight that makes all obsessive-compulsive sufferers exclaim that their souls have been elevated.

Salt, sugar, light soy sauce, aged vinegar, and spice powder.

Even the powerful, handwritten calligraphy label affixed to the glass bottle is on the same perfectly horizontal straight line.

Even more outrageous are the rags placed next to the sink for wiping and cleaning.

They were quietly and neatly stacked at the very edge of the table, as if waiting for the commander's inspection at any moment.

Looking down, the entire kitchen floor was covered with non-slip tiles.

The grout lines between the bricks are clean and tidy, retaining the original cement gray color.

After a brief silence, the emotions in the live stream erupted like a volcanic eruption.

The screen was instantly filled with bullet comments that obscured the entire view.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Is there something wrong with my eyes?"

"They call this a restaurant kitchen? It's way too clean."

"In all my years, over twenty years old, this is the first time I've ever seen such a clean stainless steel countertop!"

"This boss definitely has some kind of severe obsessive-compulsive disorder combined with extreme germaphobia!"

"No wonder that bowl of boiled cabbage in clear broth was so perfectly clear. If I don't eat food cooked by someone like that, am I supposed to go to some hole-in-the-wall restaurant?"

"That's a slap in the face! If hygiene standards aren't up to par, every restaurant in the world would have to close down!"

Those haters and online trolls who were just clamoring with Boss Wang to shut down the black market shop have all fallen silent.

Facts always speak louder than words.

Any malicious slander appears pale and utterly ridiculous.

Mr. Wang stared intently at the comments on the screen, which were turning against him, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

Things had completely spiraled out of his control.

He came here with the title of the judge who exposes fake news across the internet. What if he crashes and burns in this dilapidated courtyard today?

Then he'll never have to work in this industry again.

The terrifying consequences of a backlash from excessive attention are something a social media influencer like him, who makes money by grabbing eyeballs, absolutely cannot afford.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

Mr. Wang shook his big head violently, like a gambler who had lost and was eager to win back his losses.

He clenched his teeth tightly, making a final, desperate struggle.

"Family members, please don't be fooled by appearances!"

"They're putting on such a glamorous facade because they must have heard I was coming and are just putting on a show to deceive people!"

He shouted loudly, trying to salvage his already crumbling online persona.

"The real filth is always hidden in places we can't usually see!"

Mr. Wang's eyes darted around the spacious kitchen, searching everywhere like a radar.

Finally, his gaze locked onto the large stainless steel trash can with a lid in the corner.

"garbage can!"

His eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had grasped at the last straw.

"A shop that only does superficial work definitely has rotten, smelly ingredients hidden in its trash cans!"

"If he finds any of those empty bottles labeled 'high-tech' or 'really high-tech,' he's doomed!"

Without thinking twice, Mr. Wang strode heavily and breathlessly towards the trash can.

A soft "click" sounded.

The metal lid of the trash can popped open with a click.

Mr. Wang couldn't wait to shove his phone camera directly into the lens.

His face contorted with extreme excitement, bracing himself for the stench that was about to hit him.

However, when the high-definition camera was fully focused on the inside of the trash can.

The ferocious smile on Mr. Wang's face froze completely once again.

There were no rotten, sticky, or foul-smelling vegetable leaves.

There was no disgusting swill mixed with all kinds of oil.

There were no industrial packaging bags printed with the words "fragrance" or "concentrated additives".

The stainless steel trash can was lined with a thick, black, eco-friendly trash bag.

Inside, there were only some scraps of vegetables that had just been cut off.

There were radish roots cut off, outer old leaves peeled off from cabbage, and some clean bones removed.

The bones that were used up were also cleaned thoroughly, with not a single scrap of meat left on their surface.

These wastes not only lacked any unpleasant sour or rotten odor, but also...

It even exudes the earthy fragrance unique to fresh vegetables in the air.

They were carefully and neatly placed in black garbage bags.

The scene didn't look like a pile of garbage at all.

Instead, it resembles a pile of expensive organic fertilizer waiting to ferment.

The millions of viewers in the live stream were once again deeply shocked by this insane level of cleanliness.

The screen was filled with exclamation marks that scrolled down like a waterfall.

"I am completely convinced. I am truly convinced and completely humbled."

"Even throwing away trash can be done with such artistry; this boss is definitely a formidable person you don't want to mess with."

"Mr. Wang, you should stop now. You deserve to lose this time."

"Even the trash cans at those restaurants are cleaner than your dining table during Chinese New Year. How can you compete with them on that?"

"Everyone, please disperse. This isn't a trip to expose fakes; it's clearly a free publicity opportunity for them."

The screen was filled with comments urging him to admit defeat, and some even openly mocked him.

Mr. Wang's eyes turned completely red with anxiety.

Panic, anger, humiliation—a complex mix of emotions swirled within him.

He knew very well that if he slunk out like this today, it would be disastrous.

His online career has come to a complete end.

Not only will his initial investment be wasted, but he will also become the biggest laughing stock on the internet.

We absolutely cannot give up like this!

Even the slightest flaw can be found in this room.

Even if it's just a dead ant, or a strand of hair that someone dropped.

He can use his mouth, which can twist the truth, to forcefully bring the rhythm back under his control.

Mr. Wang was completely enraged.

He ripped off his mask of justice and began to act like a scoundrel throwing a tantrum.

He started barging around the spacious kitchen, holding a selfie stick.

"Keep pretending! Keep pretending!"

He screamed wildly in a hoarse voice, his tone distorted by extreme tension.

"They must have secretly hidden all the dirty stuff!"

"How could such a dilapidated old house not even have a single rat or insect!"

"They must all be hiding in those nooks and crannies, undiscovered!"

He strode over to the sink and began roughly shoving the neatly arranged objects around him.

Try to find even the slightest hidden corner of hygiene.

"The pipes behind this sink must be covered in mold!"

"There are definitely cockroach eggs hiding in that crack in the wall!"

His actions became increasingly violent, almost blatantly and deliberately causing damage.

Just as he was wandering around like a headless fly.

His gaze suddenly fell on the side of the sink.

A thick, bluish-gray stone slab lay on the ground.

The stone slab looked very old, its surface covered with ancient textures left by the erosion of time.

Because of its proximity to the pool, the ground around the stone slab showed slight signs of dampness.

This is the only place in the spotless kitchen that looks somewhat rustic.

"Under this rock!"

As if he had discovered some earth-shattering new continent, Mr. Wang pointed at the stone slab and shouted wildly.

"Underneath these broken rocks, which are damp and dark year-round, is absolutely the perfect hiding place for filth and grime!"

"My family is all watching the screen, I'm going to lift this broken rock now!"

"It must be crawling with disgusting rats and rotten centipedes down there!"

He was yelling hysterically as he charged forward in a fit of rage.

Because he was too obese and his movements were too hurried.

He lost his balance and slipped.

Without any hesitation, he stomped heavily on the bluish-gray stone slab.

Time seemed to stand still for that very second.

The moment Mr. Wang's foot touched the stone surface.

Wang Cunzhuan was quietly washing vegetables in a corner of the kitchen, his back to everyone.

Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing.

The clear water continued to flow, washing over the emerald green scallions in his hand.

He slowly straightened up.

He was still tightly clutching the bunch of scallions that were dripping with water.

The old man slowly turned around, his expression terrifyingly cold.

His face, which usually had a somewhat honest and simple look, was now covered with a layer of frost.

Behind the thick-rimmed glasses, a sharp, almost murderous gaze shot out.

He stared intently at Boss Wang's dirty shoe that was stepping on the stone slab.

His voice was deep, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority befitting a superior.

"Take your dirty feet."

Wang Cunzhu spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Get off that rock!"