Lampson, "???"

"Not...not for sale?"

He looked at Sang Ning, utterly puzzled, and said, "If my viewers are not mistaken, you should be very poor."

It's not that they deserve it, it's that they were always poor.

Yes, Sang Ning is genuinely poor.

[She's not the only one who's poor; everyone on planet E72 is poor.]

[Actually, I also don't understand why Sang Ning, who's so poor, doesn't sell barbecue seasoning? Lampson, after all, is a genuine millionaire.]

[I'm also a wealthy person, and I'm willing to pay a high price for Sang Ning's barbecue seasoning.]

I'm not a millionaire, I'd say I'm middle class, but I'm still willing to buy.

【I···】

Then, a bunch of audience members said they wanted to buy barbecue seasoning.

Lampson got anxious and told the audience not to compete with him, then turned to Sang Ning and said, "Just sell me some, I think this tastes really good."

"I think this barbecue seasoning can be used not only for grilling meat, but also for cooking."

Yes, it works! It's a pre-mixed dish. You just need to add a little when the dish is done cooking. If you want a milder flavor, add less; if you want a stronger flavor, add more. It's really convenient.

but--

"We won't sell, and there's no way we can sell it!"

Sang Ning was more heartbroken than anyone that she couldn't earn the money that was practically handed to her, especially since she was currently a genuine pauper.

It wasn't just ordinary poverty; it was the kind of poverty where you didn't have a single penny to your name.

They were so poor, it was truly a pitiful situation.

However, there was no other way; Huangxing couldn't make money.

There's no way to make money right now, at least not.

"If you really want to buy barbecue seasoning, you'll have to wait until the time is right and I have the seasoning in hand."

Lampson's gaze fell on the bamboo tube containing the barbecue seasoning. He looked at the seasoning inside, then at Sang Ning, and said with a look that said, "You clearly have it. Don't worry, I'll give you the money after the show. How about that?"

"Not good."

Sang Ning said helplessly, "I only have this much on hand. If I give it to you, what will I eat?"

"If you do a little more, it will be there."

"The prerequisite for doing this is having raw materials. I'm sorry, we don't have any raw materials at the moment."

Lampson persisted, "Then when will you have the raw materials?"

How would she know that?

Sang Ning looked up at the sky, and Lampson, for some unknown reason, suddenly realized, "I understand."

Sanning, "???"

audience,"???"

What do you know?

"It will come when the snow stops."

Lampson smiled, and Sang Ning burst out laughing; the logic was a bit peculiar.

"It's impossible for the snow to stop; at the very least, it will take until spring arrives, flowers bloom, and vegetation enters a new cycle."

"What's the meaning?"

"Flowers bloom in spring, bear fruit in summer, and are harvested in autumn. Some may not be harvested in autumn and must wait until winter or the following year."

"So long?"

Lampson stared in shock, and Sang Ning nodded, "Yes, people need time to grow, and the raw materials for barbecue seasoning all come from natural vegetation, so they also need time to grow."

Worried that he would continue to dwell on this topic, Sang Ning reluctantly said, "I can't sell the barbecue seasoning, but I can promise you that when you are eliminated, I will give you half of this bamboo tube of barbecue seasoning."

Upon hearing her words, Lampson suddenly felt that the barbecue seasoning didn't taste so good anymore.

He glanced at her sideways and said irritably, "Are you so confident you can eliminate me?"

"I never fight a battle I'm not sure I can win!"

Sang Ning was full of confidence, while Lampson snorted and said sarcastically, "What a coincidence, I don't fight battles I'm not sure I can win!"

The two men glared at each other, neither willing to yield.

The audience was speechless.

I sensed murderous intent and the sound of lightning and thunder.

What's the point? Why don't they just fight it out?

No rush, let's take care of Alex first.

[Speaking of Alex, does he know he's being targeted?]

[I don't know, should we go and inform Alex?]

[Upstairs, don't mess around. I'm genuinely worried that Alex will find out and run away, then Suning and Lampson will chase after him, and eventually the three of them will team up to take down another player, creating a vicious cycle that I won't enjoy anymore.]

Everyone was speechless.

Holy crap, I didn't realize it until you mentioned it, but now that you think about it, it's actually quite possible.

Forget it, for the sake of making a scene, they'd better not mess around.

Regardless of who ends up being the last one standing, their goal of watching the show is achieved, and they don't need to think about anything else.

As a result, the audience's restless and mischievous hearts calmed down completely.

Meanwhile, Sang Ning was sprinkling barbecue seasoning onto the lamb leg.

The surface of the lamb leg was already roasted, with a glossy, oily sheen. As soon as the barbecue seasoning was applied to the lamb, it was soaked in the fat, and combined with the high temperature of the lamb itself, an intensely rich and irresistible aroma instantly filled the air.

"Gurgle!"

The sound of swallowing saliva filled the air. Lampson looked at the tempting aroma of the mutton with amazement in his eyes, and asked, "Is it cooked and ready to eat?"

"Um."

Sang Ning nodded, and without hesitation, took the dagger and began to slice off the outer layer of roasted mutton along the grain.

She handed the first piece to Lampson, "Try it!"

"Thanks!"

After a polite greeting, Lampson eagerly took the lamb and took a bite. The amazing taste and texture made him squint his eyes in happiness.

This is the kind of food that intelligent life should eat. Compared to the roasted meat he had eaten, the meat that Sang Ning roasted could be directly made into a god, while his was something that would be rejected by the garbage decomposition bin.

The roasted rabbit he had previously found incredibly delicious was worlds apart from this steaming, fragrant roasted meat.

Roasted mutton is heaven, roasted rabbit is earth.

"Delicious, so delicious!"

After finishing a piece of roasted lamb, Lampson once again launched into a long and eloquent praise session.

Sang Ning's lips twitched as she listened, feeling that his habit of showering others with compliments was really not a good thing.

The main problem is that it's too noisy.

The feeling was like having thousands of mosquitoes bombarding his ears. In order to get some peace and quiet, Sang Ning could only hand him another piece of mutton.

Lampson, who was enjoying the lamb, forgot all about the compliments and the two of them started grilling and eating together.

An hour later, after eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Sang Ning held a bamboo cup and drank water infused with dried mint leaves, as did Lampson.

This guy was too greedy; he ate himself until he was stuffed, and he kept burping.

The burps he burped all tasted like mutton, which Sang Ning found extremely unpleasant.

Originally, Sang Ning thought his hiccups would stop soon, but he just wouldn't stop. Helpless, Sang Ning had to use a little trick to make him stop hiccuping.

Lampson was baffled and asked Sunning how he did it.

What is the underlying principle?

Sang Ning gave a brief explanation, but seeing that he didn't seem to understand, she stood up and said, "We should go find Alex."