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

The once noisy banquet hall fell silent instantly, and all the business tycoons and family relatives turned their heads in unison.

Hundreds of eyes, like spotlights, were all turned toward the gate.

Upon seeing this, everyone froze.

The young lady, Jiang Ruoyun, possesses a cool and aloof temperament, like a flower blooming on a high mountain.

The young man beside her was tall and straight, wearing a black suit with no logos but of excellent quality.

He was handsome with deep-set eyes and a pure, untainted air about him.

Judging by his face and demeanor alone, he is definitely a young master from a prestigious family with a deep-rooted background.

But as everyone's gaze slowly moved downwards, the image instantly collapsed.

This refined and elegant young nobleman was carrying a dusty, muddy jar in his left hand.

The mouth of the jar was sealed with coarse cloth, and a layer of dried yellow mud was haphazardly pasted on the outside, along with a few dry grasses.

In his right hand, he held a long object wrapped in yellowed old newspaper.

In a top-tier banquet hall filled with elegant ladies and dazzling jewels.

The appearance of these two things was utterly absurd, and the one who made the sound was Jiang Ruoyun's cousin.

She walked up to the two of them in a few steps, wearing high heels.

He exaggeratedly raised his hand, tightly covering his nose with his fingertips, while fanning himself with his other hand in front of him with disgust.

"Ruoyun, today is your father's fiftieth birthday."

Lin Mo's aunt looked him up and down, a hint of undisguised meanness creeping onto her lips.

"It's one thing to act like a spoiled princess at home, but how come you have no sense of propriety in such an important setting?"

"Why bring just any Tom, Dick, or Harry to a family dinner?"

Jiang Ruoyun's brows furrowed instantly, her gentle gaze turning into a cold blade.

The temperature around me seemed to have dropped to freezing point.

She took half a step forward, staring coldly at her aunt, her tone full of warning.

"Second Aunt, Cousin, please show some respect."

"This is my boyfriend, Lin Mo."

My aunt seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and covered her mouth, giggling.

"Is that the chef who cooks on variety shows?"

"I thought it was some kind of deity."

My second aunt was also fanning the flames from the sidelines.

"Yeah, if you hadn't told me, I would have thought you were a chef from somewhere."

She stretched out her finger and lightly touched the clay pot in Lin Mo's hand, her eyes filled with amusement.

"Hey Xiaolin, is this a local specialty you brought from your hometown in the countryside?"

"What's inside? Pickled cabbage? Or stinky tofu?"

"And what's wrapped in this newspaper? Are those two freshly pulled scallions?"

My aunt's voice was very loud; not only could people in the front row hear it clearly, but people at the main table could also hear every word.

She deliberately raised her voice and looked around.

"Although our hotel has all kinds of dishes, this is the first time I've ever seen someone bring their own pickled cabbage and scallions to celebrate a birthday."

As soon as he finished speaking, the relatives from the collateral branches gathered around the table burst into laughter.

"Is this kid trying to be funny?"

"Giving a broken clay pot as a gift? They're incredibly audacious!"

"Young Miss has such poor taste! She's chosen someone from a completely different social class. He doesn't even know the most basic manners."

The relatives made no attempt to hide their gossip, their eyes filled with condescending disdain.

They are certainly not stupid, just too shrewd.

As an only child, Jiang Ruoyun will definitely inherit the family business in the future, which is a thorn in their side.

Now she's bringing her boyfriend, a nobody with no connections, to her door with such a meager gift.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to strike.

By taking advantage of Lin Mo, we can severely undermine Jiang Ruoyun's prestige, and ideally, make her lose favor with the richest man.

As Jiang Ruoyun listened to the sarcastic mockery around her, her breathing gradually became rapid.

In front of Lin Mo, she was a lazy bum who did nothing but live a useless life, but outside, she was a ruthless and decisive heiress.

Most importantly, she is extremely protective of her own.

Others can criticize her, but they absolutely cannot point fingers at Lin Mo. Looking at those ugly faces, a strong sense of hostility flashed in Jiang Ruoyun's eyes.

Just as she was about to explode, a warm, large hand suddenly reached out.

He gently took her wrist.

Jiang Ruoyun was taken aback and turned her head.

Lin Mo turned his head slightly, his deep eyes calmly looking at her.

There was no anger, no embarrassment, not even a trace of emotional fluctuation.

He gently hooked Jiang Ruoyun's palm with his slender index finger.

A very subtle yet powerful reassuring signal.

That calm and unhurried gaze was as if he were looking at a group of monkeys jumping around in a zoo.

They completely ignored these people's mockery.

Jiang Ruoyun's anger dissipated instantly with this gentle movement.

She bit her lower lip, and the sharp spikes that had been raised miraculously softened.

They obediently retreated to Lin Mo's side, but their eyes still glared at their relatives like knives.

Lin Mo didn't glance at her aunt once from beginning to end.

It was as if this chattering woman was just a wisp of air.

He was carrying a mud jar in one hand and an old newspaper roll in the other.

He strode slowly and steadily toward the main table.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Lin Mo walked very steadily.

Although he was holding something out of place, he landed silently and with precise timing.

Despite the ridicule from the crowd, he didn't quicken his pace to try and escape.

They didn't shrink back because of the disdainful looks.

His back was straight, and his posture was like that of a pine tree.

That sense of composure, unfazed even by a collapsing mountain, comes from the very core of one's being.

To shallow relatives, this is like a dead pig that doesn't fear boiling water.

But in the eyes of a few truly powerful business tycoons who have seen it all, the meaning has changed.

At the main table, several elderly men dressed in custom-made Zhongshan suits squinted their eyes slightly.

"This young man has remarkable composure."

An elderly man put down his teacup and commented softly.

"To be able to walk calmly in the face of universal condemnation—that kind of composure is unlike that of an ordinary person."

Another old man stared intently at Lin Mo's hand.

"Look at his hand holding the clay jar, steady as a rock, his steps perfectly measured. This man is no ordinary person."

The real big shots didn't join in the commotion.

They put down their glasses, their gazes now filled with a hint of seriousness and inquiry.

A person who can maintain such a perfect breathing rhythm despite the malice of the entire audience.

It's impossible for him to be just a cook who can cook.

Lin Mo, carrying a clay jar and a roll of old newspapers, approached the main table amidst whispers.

He paused slightly, his gaze calmly fixed on Jiang Jianguo, who was seated in the main seat.

The air in the entire venue seemed to freeze completely.

Everyone unconsciously held their breath, waiting to see what would happen.

Wait and see the hot-tempered richest man in Beijing lose his temper on the spot.

Just wait and see this arrogant, poor kid get thrown out the gate by the security guard.

At this moment, Jiang Jianguo was sitting in a large armchair.

Seeing the relatives around him covering their mouths and snickering, and hearing the harsh comments.

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot, so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

His chest heaved violently, and the century-old walnut he was holding cracked loudly as he twirled it.

Those oppressive eyes were fixed on Lin Mo.

He wanted to slam his fist on the table and yell at the world.

But he didn't know how to react!

Others may not know Lin Mo's background, but how could Jiang Jianguo not know?

This guy made a bowl of noodles in a small town in Jiangnan, which made this richest man, who was used to eating delicacies, so hungry that he climbed over the wall in the middle of the night.

He could casually demonstrate his woodworking and calligraphy skills and still receive rave reviews from his wife, Song Wan, who came from a family of scholars and had high standards.

Even his body, worn out from years of hard work, was revitalized by this kid's nourishing diet.

This isn't some penniless loser; he's practically a hidden genius.

Jiang Jianguo knew better than anyone else.

Since Lin Mo dared to bring something to the forefront today, it must be an invaluable treasure that is priceless.

Even if there really is sauerkraut in the jar, it's absolutely divine sauerkraut that would make you swallow your tongue.

but.

Jiang Jianguo's gaze fell with difficulty on the broken jar covered with dry grass and yellow mud.

He glanced again in despair at the long strip made of rolled-up old newspapers.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside me.

At his grand 50th birthday banquet, the richest man in China...

On the left is an 88-pound pure gold longevity peach, and on the right are a luxury watch and sports car keys worth millions.

The prospective son-in-law she valued most stood before her carrying clods of mud and tattered newspapers.

The scene was so impactful that he didn't dare to look at it closely.

Jiang Jianguo stared intently at the junk in Lin Mo's hand, his teeth practically grinding to dust: "You brat, I know you're capable, but this packaging... I can't cover it up for you! What are we going to do?!"