Chapter 1

"Sugar-roasted chestnuts, fragrant and hot sugar-roasted chestnuts, only 5 coupons for a bag, come and buy them!"

“Herbal tea, special herbal tea!”

"Tanghulu, various flavors, limited quantity!"

"There are only 30 benches for rent, 10 coupons each!"

"Hey, didn't you say that the bench was 10 coupons each? Why did he only need 5 coupons to buy it?" A player with the role of an outsider spectator pointed at Aunt Sun, a townsperson in the town, and questioned Jiang Wanwan.

Jiang Wanwan rolled her eyes, and all her acting skills were focused on this exquisite eye roll: "Auntie Sun is my neighbor. She sent a basket of freshly picked plums to my house this morning. What's wrong with Auntie Sun renting a bench cheaper? Where are you from?"

"Damn, I should have spent 5 coupons to buy a character that's a local."

"You didn't buy sugar-roasted chestnuts, did you? The sugar-roasted chestnut stall next door gave an extra bag to the townspeople. Luckily I came late. When I picked, there were only townspeople and wealthy people."

"Wow, Brother Cao, can you buy me a bag of chestnuts?"

"If you ask me, it's still better to be a rich man. You can sit in the pavilion, and there are snacks, fruits and free tea. The most important thing is that there are maids to serve tea and water. You just need to ask for anything you want."

"Come on." The person who had been listening shook his head. "Sitting with Mr. Fang, can you eat?"

"Too."

Everybody is busy.

Liu Lan, as the matchmaker who is in the center of the onlookers, wears a bright matchmaker outfit and a red flower on her head. The only thing missing is a matchmaker mole at the corner of her mouth.

"Hey, you guys are all from outside, right? You've come to the right place today. Today is a big day for our Taiping Town. Do you know all the contestants here? The one in the front is Master Wang Yidao. He's very famous..."

Zhou Yuan, holding a candied haws in her left hand and sugar-roasted chestnuts in her right hand, squeezed into the crowd to listen to Liu Lan's gossip. The more she listened, the more confused she became.

Has she really played this book?

Why is this book different from what she remembers?

Who is Wang the Matchmaker? Who is Tofu Xishi? Who is Aunt Sun? Who is the prefect? Who is the constable? Were these people around when she was playing?

Also, why was it that she had clearly made up her mind not to eat anything and was just waiting for the vegetable noodles in the evening, but when she heard the shouting, she still couldn't help but take out the coupon and buy it.

Next to Zhou Yuan is her colleague Zhong Lingzhu, who has never played script-killing games because she doesn't like socializing with too many people. Also, because she is a novice, she is very obedient, focused and into the role. She doesn't call Zhou Yuan Zhou Yuan, but Cuihua.

"Cuihua, no wonder you like playing script-killing games so much and go there almost every week. It turns out script-killing games are so fun." Zhong Lingzhu was holding sugar-roasted chestnuts in her left hand and a newly bought sugar man in her right hand. She was very excited listening to Liu Lan's gossip.

Zhou Yuan: ...

Although she didn't know how to explain it to Zhong Lingzhu, she could guarantee with her personality that the script-killing games she had played before were not like this.

At this moment, most of the players did not realize that even though they had started eating and drinking and listened to a lot of interesting gossip, and even Jiang Wanwan and Qin Can had a quarrel over soliciting customers because the atmosphere was good, the plot had not even begun.

"Uncle Huang, is it time? It's already six o'clock." Jiang Qi was holding the gong, ready to go.

It's time for the real show to begin.

Huang Fugui nodded. Jiang Qi took a deep breath and used all his strength to hit the gong in his hand.

In a noisy occasion like today, if you want to attract everyone's attention instantly, the only options are to play the suona or beat the gong.

The NPCs present had a tacit understanding. They all shut up and looked in the direction where the gong sound came from.

Huang Fugui makes a brilliant appearance!

As Huang Fugui completed the entire opening plot and explained the competition rules, all 30 contestants on the field became busy.

The first step is to start a fire.

The staff prepared all the ingredients and props very well, including grill pans, grills, wood, charcoal, alcohol, lighters, various vegetables, fruits and meats.

It doesn't matter whether you grill it over an open flame or over a dark flame.

According to the rules set by Huang Fugui, each person has only 45 minutes to barbecue and only needs to submit the most satisfactory work.

Among the 30 contestants on the field, some were barbecue masters, some were novices, and some were just for the atmosphere. Just five minutes into the competition, Jiang Qi saw three contestants who felt that the food they could grill with their current abilities was probably not acceptable to people's taste buds today, so they gave up the competition and started eating fruit.

The fruits that can be used for barbecue are very limited. The staff only symbolically prepared bananas and apples. The three idle guys didn't mind and ate bananas one after another. They spent 10 coupons to enjoy the fruit buffet.

What's more, for example, the bastard who got Nangong Changtian, a very protagonist-like character, felt unsatisfied after eating two bananas, so he gave all the beef skewers, mutton skewers, squid, pork belly and other ingredients in his food box to the barbecue master next door, asking the neighbor to help grill them for him to eat.

It is true that the one who is closest to the water gets the moon first.

Jiang Qi was stunned watching from the sidelines.

Under his protection, Huang Fugui had already sneaked into the Delicious Restaurant next door and started cooking noodles.

There were more than 100 people in the venue, including the staff, and at least 100 bowls of vegetable noodles had to be cooked. Huang Fugui spent more than an hour kneading the noodles. If he didn't take the time to prepare in the kitchen while everyone was competing, everyone would have to eat the noodles in waves.

The players outside the field have already figured out the tricks of the game. Some are there to watch the show, some are there to cheer for the players on the field, some are there to let the players on the field do some behind the scenes to give themselves a few skewers first, some are there to watch the quarrels, some are there to try to chat with the NPC to ask if he has a wife, some are there to secretly take ugly photos of their boss, and they are all having a great time.

Gong Ye was sitting behind the monitor and felt a little envious.

He regretted it. Why didn't he think of telling Fang Jing that he was there to help direct and coordinate the overall situation? For such an interesting activity, he should have just said that he was there to play.

Wait, why couldn’t he just go over and play?

Gong Ye thought seriously for three seconds and felt that he, as a director, was not important at all.

It made no difference whether he was there or not, because the cameramen wouldn't listen to him anyway, except for the brief one second they listened to his command when taking a close-up of Fang Jing. Most of the time the cameramen pretended to be intermittently deaf.

After thinking about it this way, Gong Ye felt that he was okay again.

Gong Ye happily went to the sugar-roasted chestnut stall to buy sugar-roasted chestnuts and watched the quarrel.

Cameraman: ...

The director ran away, what’s the big deal?

The cameraman thought about it and took a close-up of Gong Ye.