Chapter 108 Food Critical Attack
What is this show?
The name is: Little Foodie Expert.
In the central square of the community, on a temporary platform made of wood, a small coal stove was emitting a roaring flame, with a small pot placed on top.
The base members were sitting densely under the stage. Those who were close could smell the fragrance coming from the pot with the rising steam.
Rich smell of instant noodle seasoning!
It smells so good that it kills me.
What if audience members far away can't smell the aroma? A large screen sits on the stage, and a camera, connected via a high-definition video cable, broadcasts live footage of the charcoal stove and small wok. This allows distant viewers to clearly see what's going on and, through imagination, imagine the rich aroma of the steam.
Those who were originally not interested in the party and were immersed in grief, despair, hunger or injury were attracted by the delicious soup and stared at the screen.
"Dear brothers and sisters, fellow villagers, this is the first collective party at our base."
"Although the world is destroyed, lives are turned upside down, and friends and family have died, it seems inappropriate to celebrate at this time. But believe me, it is precisely in times of extreme despair that we must cheer up and face it with optimism."
"We must cheer, celebrate, and seize every little funny thing to have fun, laughing like crazy, because we want to survive! We must live on with the love of our deceased relatives and friends, strong, long-lasting, and down-to-earth!"
"There's no hope in living in this dull world, but perhaps, staying alive is the only hope."
"Face reality, be strong, and forget about anything else. Let's celebrate together tonight! Our Bloody Dawn Base will surely see the dawn of life amidst the bloodshed and disaster, and will eventually move towards a completely different new world!"
"Then please enjoy our first show, The Little Foodie."
"Of course, food is scarce, but we're finding joy in this hardship. Everyone, this isn't a waste of food. While our base may not be fully stocked, we have more than enough to support this little entertainment program."
"What this show is telling us is that in the not-too-distant future, we'll all be able to eat all-you-can-eat instant noodles like the contestants on the show! And not just instant noodles, we'll also have lots of delicious food!"
"As long as we work together, the beautiful vision of returning to normal life is waiting for us ahead!"
The show began as the host gave a long and eloquent commentary.
This little show is a competition.
Set up a pot and cook a bag of instant noodles on the spot. Divide it into three bowls, with the same amount in each bowl.
Three audience members who were selected by lottery came on stage, picked up their bowls, and ate noodles together.
Whoever can finish the noodles the fastest while chewing each mouthful of noodles twenty times will be the winner.
You will be rewarded with half a pack of Little Raccoon instant noodles, two slices of Shuanghui ham, and a Weilong spicy strip.
The whole audience was boiling!
When the audience was being selected by lottery, a small chaos broke out because everyone wanted to eat instant noodles and wanted to step on the selected audience members so that they could go on stage to compete themselves.
Several groups of security guards maintained order at the scene, and it was with great difficulty that the lucky few who were selected were able to break free from the people around them and climb onto the stage with difficulty.
After the three lucky winners came on stage, they went straight to the bowls of noodles and started eating without waiting for the host to say start. They didn't even have time to pick up chopsticks and just grabbed the food with their hands.
If the host hadn't been shouting and emphasizing that if they didn't chew their noodles carefully for twenty times, they wouldn't get any food reward even if they won, they would have simply swallowed half a bowl of noodles in one gulp.
Slurp! He poured the soup and noodles into his mouth.
Crunch, crunch, crunch! He chewed it twenty times quickly and swallowed it quickly.
Snore! Baji, baji, baji!
The big screen was filled with images of three mouths devouring food, which was very impactful.
The high-quality speakers spread the sound of them eating to every corner of the small square, making everyone feel anxious and their stomachs rumble collectively.
Food crit!
In the end times when everyone is starving, isn’t this show a revenge against society?
Half a minute, it only took half a minute. Even under the harsh restriction of chewing twenty times per bite, all three contestants completed the competition quickly.
The first person to finish wins by a narrow margin of one second.
He received half a bag of instant noodles, two slices of sausage, and a spicy strip as rewards, and ate them on the spot without even leaving the stage.
The other two people regretted it very much.
A man slapped himself twice. Just one second! Why didn't he hurry up?
The entire audience was licking their lips and drooling, almost fainting with envy.
The food provided at the base is just rice soup or porridge, or a small ball of rice, which is neither tasty nor filling. Key personnel like doctors, guards, and excavator drivers receive additional food rations, but everyone else gets only bland soup, and reserve members have to fend for themselves.
In this situation, who wouldn’t want to eat instant noodles?
"Excuse me, is there anything you want to say?"
The host passed the microphone to the winner's mouth.
The winner, who was licking the spicy strip juice from his lips, was still not satisfied and almost ate the microphone.
"Uh-huh……"
After holding it in for a long time, he stared at the host expectantly and asked, "I want to say, I want to compete in the second round!"
"I want one too!"
The two competitors who lost to him said in unison.
"We want it too!"
The audience cheered loudly.
"There will be no second round." The host kicked several contestants off the stage and announced the start of the second show.
The audience was so disappointed.
I don’t want to watch the next shows. What show can be more delicious than eating?
There were singing and dancing, crosstalk, and martial artists performing various martial arts on the stage, but the audience was generally not very interested.
"Captain Ye, look at this... the party doesn't seem to be going well."
The person who was ordered to organize the party reported to Ye Qi.
We agreed to increase everyone's cohesion through the party, but because of a pot of noodles, everyone was distracted and it was hard to say whether they could still unite.
Ye Qi was squatting in front of the small coal stove in Qiao Lan's room, concentrating on helping her cook instant noodles.
He fell silent after hearing this.
He can understand the audience's feelings.
It’s really a bit uncomfortable to be able to only look but not eat.
Is there any good solution? It’s really hard to think of an effective solution to the feeling of hunger.
Having an eating competition as the first program was a terrible idea. When planning it, we only thought about attracting everyone's attention. Now it has attracted attention, but it's too much, and it won't end well.
Qiao Lan said with a smile: "That's easy. Give everyone a sausage. I guarantee everyone will be happy."
Ye Qi looked at Qiao Lan silently.
Where did the base get so many sausages? Over a thousand, where can we find them?
Qiao Lan said, "That's easy. I'll lend it to you. I happen to have some in stock."
Because Ye Qi's men were present, she didn't take anything out on the spot. She pretended to walk around the apron and took out a box of Ham King from her plane.
When they were about to move it into the house, Ye Qi stopped them: "That's enough."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, if we don't give each person one, we can give each person a quarter of a stick. That way, less than four hundred sticks will be enough." He calculated carefully.
Ever since he took charge of the base, he felt like he was turning into a penny-pinching housekeeper.
Qiao Lan: "Tsk, so stingy."
There were twenty sticks in a pack, and she gave twenty packs to Ye Qi.
Before Ye Qi accepted the money, he asked how to pay it back: "Since it's a loan from us, when is the repayment period? Do you charge interest?"
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