Xu An, who had been closely monitoring Zhang Peng's condition, immediately scooped out a carton of pure milk from a cooler filled with ice on the other side, inserted a straw, and handed it to Zhang Peng. Feeling the coolness, Zhang Peng took the milk without hesitation, put the straw in his mouth, and drank the whole carton in one gulp.
At this moment, Xu An handed over another box, which Zhang Peng took and ate; one box, one bite; box, bite...
After downing five cartons of milk, Zhang Peng's pained expression lessened, and the flush on his face subsided somewhat. Once he recovered, his right hand, holding the chopsticks, trembled slightly. His brain screamed, "Eat! Keep eating! Win the ten thousand yuan prize!" but his body remained unmoved.
After struggling with the thought for a moment, Zhang Peng sighed, gave up, put down his chopsticks, and left dejectedly. He was stopped by medical staff after taking a few steps, and they only let him go after checking his blood pressure and finding it normal.
With Zhang Peng's pioneering experience of tasting the food, those in the queue, whether they were after the 10,000 yuan prize or simply wanted to try the "hellish braised food," began to think twice. Some even suspected Zhang Peng was a plant hired by the restaurant to discourage everyone. However, one person, upon smelling the spiciness, had eyes that widened and shone brighter than car headlights.
This is exactly the taste! The owner of this shop is actually serious! The taste is so authentic, I love it!
The tall, thin middle-aged man couldn't wait to push through the crowd and rush to the challenge platform to try out the taste of this hellish braised food paired with alcohol.
One after another, defiant individuals sat down at the challenge platform to test themselves, but very few succeeded in passing the first hurdle. Most of those who passed chose the 10,000 yuan prize over 300 yuan, and unsurprisingly failed. One person even had a severe reaction and spent half an hour in an ambulance recovering. Upon waking, he looked indignant and sat on a roadside flowerbed with the other losers, eager to see who would ultimately win the grand prize.
This time, everyone finally took this hellish braised dish seriously, and a deep curiosity arose within them. Just how spicy was this hellish braised dish that so many people fled after only one bite! I really want to try it!
Xie Yuting yawned widely as she looked at the image on the camera. She had come hoping someone would win the 10,000 yuan prize. But now, only three people had even won the second prize; if no one won the first prize, the news wouldn't be very sensational!
Unable to attend in person due to work, I could only watch the live stream from the group chat of other members who were there. Whenever the words "Challenge Failed" appeared in the group, everyone would send a "thumbs up" emoji. Their failure meant the first prize was still up for grabs, and I still had a chance!
Just then, a tall, thin middle-aged man sat down in front of the challenge platform, slammed the bottle of liquor he was holding onto the table with a bang, and said to Xu An in an extremely arrogant tone: "Bring on the hellish braised dishes and the spicy hot pot, hurry up!"
Everyone was invigorated by these words. So arrogant! So unruly! They wondered if this person was truly capable or just bluffing and putting on a show.
"Excuse me, for your health, you need to have a medical check-up after eating half a pound of hellish braised food before you can try the hot pot!" Xu An repeated this reminder, which he had already said thirteen times. The tall, thin middle-aged man opposite him, like the others, looked impatient and wanted to argue, but Xu Dongliang, who was standing behind Xu An, coughed twice, and the tall, thin middle-aged man immediately fell silent and obediently accepted the hellish braised food that Xu An handed him.
He opened the lid, picked up his chopsticks, and just when everyone thought the tall, thin middle-aged man was about to start eating, he picked up the bottle of white wine on his right, unscrewed the cap, poured a bottle capful into his mouth, sighed "ah," and then picked up a piece of braised food and put it in his mouth.
Then the tall, thin middle-aged man devoured half a jin (250g) of braised food with a bite of braised dish and a sip of baijiu (Chinese liquor). Slightly tipsy, he gave Xu An a defiant look and asked, "Finished eating? How about some spicy hot pot?"
The medical staff stepped forward to measure his blood pressure and, after performing basic examinations, nodded to Xu An and said, "Everything is normal."
Everyone's eyes lit up with anticipation. Xie Yuting adjusted the camera and aimed it at the tall, thin middle-aged man in front of the challenge platform. The camera zoomed in continuously until the middle-aged man occupied most of the frame before stopping.
Upon hearing the medical staff's words, Xu An took out an exquisite ceramic box decorated with flowers, insects, birds, and animals from the drawer and handed it to the tall, thin middle-aged man, earnestly instructing him: "If you feel any discomfort, please stop eating immediately. Please prioritize your health!"
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The tall, thin middle-aged man scoffed, snatched the ceramic box impatiently, and with a press of his hand, the lid popped open, revealing two wrinkled chili peppers inside. A stench even more terrifying than hellish braised food wafted out once more. Despite having smelled this odor three times already, everyone still felt extremely uncomfortable.
This time, the tall, thin middle-aged man didn't pour the wine into the bottle cap. Instead, he poured it directly into his mouth, took a big gulp, and then casually picked up a spicy snack, threw it into his mouth, and began to chew.
Normal facial expression, normal bodily reactions, that look... he's enjoying himself! You read that right! That's the look of enjoyment!
Is this for real? No way! The three people before me completely lost control of their expressions while eating; their features were contorted like aliens. This guy, on the other hand, just looks like he's eating ordinary snacks. Could this guy be a shill for the restaurant?
After swallowing a spicy hot pot, fine beads of sweat finally appeared on the forehead of the tall, thin middle-aged man, and a hint of red appeared on his dark complexion, but his expression and demeanor remained normal.
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