Chapter 1356 - 1352: All They Want Is a Bowl of Hot Instant Noodles
After director Daniel announced the filming content, he arranged for a vehicle to take the guests to the desert area five kilometers away.
Once the group entered the desert area, the crew indeed no longer cared for them.
"Chloe, let’s team up to complete the mission together," Wendy, who had already ditched the cumbersome suitcase she brought, was now carrying only food and daily necessities. She borrowed a large luggage bag from the crew and looked at Chloe with a faintly sparkling gaze, even casting Desmond aside with disdain.
Wendy’s instinct was that sticking with Chloe and Charles would be more reliable. As for Desmond, he might just be recently weaned and would surely drag them down.
"Alright," Chloe nodded, took a face mask out of her bag, and handed it to Charles, Wendy, and Desmond, saying, "The desert is windy with lots of sand; it’s better to wear this."
This time, she didn’t prepare many face masks, and as for Laura and Constantine, even if she had enough, she wouldn’t have given them any.
"Chloe, you are simply a treasure chest, you have everything," Wendy happily put on the face mask, because women fear sunburn the most, especially celebrities.
"Chloe, rest assured, I’ll protect you. I have experience in wilderness survival," Desmond quickly stepped forward, patting his chest. He belonged to the Wood Family and had grown up in the mountains; while this was a desert, it was still wilderness, no different.
Seeing his confident demeanor, Chloe handed him a military compass and map, saying, "Then lead the way."
"Whoa, Chloe, you even prepared these?" Desmond was a bit stunned looking at the military compass and map.
Charles looked at her with a subtly intrigued gaze. Chloe smiled faintly, not knowing how to explain to them that she grew up in an orphanage, which gave her a great sense of crisis. Having heard this was a survival reality show, she brought whatever she could: apart from these, she was also prepared with a flashlight, first aid medicine, trekking pole, etc. But since everyone else didn’t bring these things, she felt embarrassed to take out the trekking pole.
Charles placed the backpack onto the camel’s back, and the four of them enthusiastically set off as a team.
The remaining three followed Constantine’s lead. When he heard that they would spend the next three days crossing the desert, he maintained a calm face and only glanced briefly at Chloe walking in the front, saying ponderously, "Let’s follow too."
All eight of them mounted camels, heading towards the center of the desert.
Each team had a photographer to follow them, though the live broadcast would choose one team to follow in segments.
With the compass and map, they were not worried about losing direction, allowing Desmond to sit on the camel and play his guitar. Many of the women were riding camels for the first time and found it quite novel. The beginning of the journey was filled with joy and laughter, but by afternoon, after several hours of sun exposure, they grew tired of the desert scenes, and the omnipresent sense of desolation weighed heavily on their minds, a heavy burden pressing on each heart.
By evening, the guests reached the first camp and completed their first task from the crew, finding the first fragment piece, then chose to set up camp on the spot.
Chloe undid her boots, poured out the yellow sand that filled them, and then took out a tent from her backpack. Charles also brought a tent, which barely solved their camping crisis. The two men went to set up the tents.
Wendy went to scout the competition, while Chloe took out the purified water and pot from her backpack, lit the alcohol stove, started boiling water to make instant noodles, and then added some ham and vacuum-packed beef jerky into the pot to cook together.
The enticing aroma of food spread everywhere, and the exhausted and hungry guests looked at the noodles Chloe was cooking with eyes glowing green, subconsciously swallowing their saliva.
At this moment, no amount of money would interest them; all they wanted was a hot bowl of spicy instant noodles with ham and beef!
The crew members, lured by the aroma, were practically carried away.
As the crew traveled lightly, they had left the cooking equipment at the previous camp, and their vehicle had pulled away, leaving them only with hard, cold rations. Watching Chloe cooking noodles, they were eager to step forward just for a bite, or at least to sip a mouthful of soup.
After scouting the competition, Wendy excitedly ran over, saying, "Chloe, those four people don’t even have tents, and Laura is wearing a skirt. Reportedly, her thighs are chafed, and she’s had several disputes with the crew, attempting to ask for favors, leading to a tense standoff. Seeing that woman suffering is a true delight. Participating in a survival dating reality show like this, which man can put up with her? Maybe this time, Mr. Constantine will just dump her when he gets back."
While viciously criticizing Laura, Wendy stared straight at the steaming pot of noodles, swallowing her saliva.
Chloe had long anticipated this outcome, smiling slightly, and said, "The food I brought is enough for four people to eat three or four times, so in the mornings and evenings, we have hot meals, and during midday, we eat dry food. Go ask Charles and Desmond if they brought any food and put them all together."
Chloe took out disposable plates and chopsticks, and as the pot was small, she could only cook the noodles in two batches.
"Alright, alright," hearing that there would be three days of hot soup and noodles, Wendy nearly jumped with joy and quickly went to search through the two men’s backpacks.
After Charles and Desmond finished setting up the tents, they too gathered around. Compared to the miserable situation of Constantine’s side, this side was heaven.
"Chloe, you’re practically an angel. This is the best noodles I’ve ever had, boo hoo hoo," Desmond said, almost moved to tears, as he devoured the chewy beef chunks with his hot noodles.
"I’m so lucky to team up with you guys, otherwise, I would be the one with no tent to sleep in, no hot noodles or soup, and being mercilessly mocked now." Wendy laughed heartily, carelessly wolfing down the food.
This survival reality show completely ruined her thirty-some years of goddess image, screw the image; she’d get full first.
Charles and Chloe’s actions were somewhat more graceful.
"I wonder how that team will get through this predicament." Even the charming and perfect movie star Charles, after a whole day, was left with a disheveled hairstyle and a dirty face, looking at Constantine’s team with a somewhat schadenfreude smile.
Having left the prosperous Imperial City, away from the power center, Mr. Constantine, at this moment, was just an ordinary person with no food, no drink, and nowhere to sleep. Charles thought this survival reality show was absolutely brilliant.
On Constantine’s side, initially, the two athletes, William Zamora and Vicky Webb, were quite delighted to get to know Mr. Constantine. However, after a whole day of listening to Laura’s complaints and being dragged down by her in various ways, they gradually became impatient, even envious of Chloe’s team. Had they known, they would have befriended Chloe earlier.
"Mr. Constantine, I still have some dry food here, why don’t you have some first?" Vicky contributed her snacks.
Throughout the journey, Constantine spoke little and had few expressions. Even when Laura was making trouble, Mr. Constantine showed no expression, as if everything before him was just a game, nothing to take seriously. Though he appeared to be a noble gentleman from a prestigious family, his endurance and activity level were not inferior to those of the athletes.
After an entire day, the man’s clothes remained spotless and clean to an unbelievable degree, and his cleanly handsome face still exuded rare beauty.
Constantine observed the four people in front, laughing and chatting while eating noodles. His profound gaze lingered on the young girl’s increasingly fair face from the sun, slowly stood up, and said something to the staff.