The host's vote-counting segment perfectly illustrated the process of his face growing increasingly dark.
What a coincidence! All the judges made the exact same choice!
The pig-headed mayor could no longer laugh. The cartoon-style man in the suit from the "Treasure Pavilion" had somehow appeared beside him, and the two of them stared sharply at Qi Xu.
Qi Xu felt that they were warmly greeting them.
The rules of this instance should restrict NPCs from attacking players, which makes things much more flexible. You just need to guard against their underhanded tactics, while you can openly provoke them as much as you want, since they can't actually hit you!
After asking for instructions, the host still awkwardly went on stage to read the final award speech.
"Congratulations to our contestant number 8 for winning the championship of the 7th Culinary God Competition!"
The ordinary NPCs and numerous players applauded enthusiastically, completely unaware that something was amiss in the atmosphere.
Many players were even excitedly shouting that they had made a fortune because they had bet correctly.
Even as the young master of cooking was about to give his acceptance speech, everyone was still incredibly excited.
Qi Xu frowned slightly and called out in a low voice, "Quiet."
Order was then restored at the scene.
The young master chef took the microphone, casually took a few steps closer to Qi Xu, and then spoke at top speed:
"Everyone be careful. Apart from the staff meals, do not eat any other food. The reason why all the food tastes so delicious is because it has special ingredients added to it, which are various emotions and memories attached to it. Over time, we will become puppets!"
And absolutely avoid spending money at "Story Pawnshop" and "Treasure Pavilion"! Don't easily share your memories with anyone! We are both providers of emotional nourishment and containers for the emotions of others!
The players' eyes widened in surprise. The smiles on the ordinary NPCs' faces froze in mid-air, and the applause from their hands also stopped sporadically. The pig-headed mayor's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and his fat hands were gripping the tablecloth tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Ignoring the commotion below, the young chef spoke rapidly, as if racing against time: "The staff meals are the only food that hasn't been contaminated by the 'taste contract.' Those foods from restaurants, eateries, and roadside stalls will make your taste buds increasingly dependent, and eventually..."
"Shut up!" Mayor Pighead finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared, making the microphone on the stage buzz.
The air in front of him seemed to distort slightly, clearly indicating that he had used some kind of NPC permission, but due to the dungeon rules, he was unable to directly harm the Master Chef.
The host had already stepped forward to try and snatch the microphone from the young chef, but Qi Xu perfectly stopped him.
"Just say it, I'll stop some people for you."
Qi Xu put his hands on his hips, his face arrogant, "Come on if you dare!"
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