There were 10 pieces in one plate, and 30 pieces in total in 3 plates. After eating them all, there were only three people left who could eat: Song Yuehua, the fake monk, and a fat man.
No one expected that Song Yuehua could finish eating 30 steamed buns in front of her. She was obviously a girl, and no one knew where the steamed buns she ate went.
Xiao San was so excited that tears were about to flow out of his eyes, and he shouted with saliva flying in the audience, "Eat! Eat faster! Faster!"
The people next to him moved aside silently.
The fake monk was the first to finish eating. He slammed the table and shouted, "More!"
A servant then brought a tray with three plates of steamed bread on it and put all of them in front of the fake monk.
Song Yuehua grabbed the last steamed bread on the table and shouted, "Add more!"
After the two of them finished ordering, the fat man also ordered three more plates. After finally finishing one plate, he couldn't eat anymore. He looked at the remaining two people, shook his head, pushed the table in front of him away, and walked away.
At the moment of leaving the stage, some people in the audience booed.
The shopkeeper of Fu Man Lou smiled and said, "The competition is just for fun. Why don't you focus on the two people on the stage? This little girl who appeared this year is really eye-catching. I'm sure no one expected it."
The audience's attention was once again drawn to the two people on the stage.
Seeing that both of them had finished eating 50, their hands were no longer moving as fast as before.
Song Yuehua stared at the other party, counting in her mind. She only needed to beat the other party by one point. 51, 52, 53...
After eating 55 of them, Song Yuehua's belt could no longer hold her tight. Seeing that the other party was also staring at her, it seemed that they were both making the same plan.
Thinking of the 20 taels of silver she bet, Song Yuehua gathered her strength, grabbed the two steamed buns in her hand and stuffed them all into her mouth with red eyes.
The fake monk opposite seemed to feel a murderous aura...
The fake monk paused, and just when he was about to eat more, a gong sounded.
When the incense stick time was up, Song Yuehua had eaten 57 and the fake monk had eaten 56.
The people who bet on the fake monk in the audience suddenly started crying and shouting. Xiao San was the only one who bet on Song Yuehua, and no one thought that Song Yuehua would win.
Song Yuehua looked at Xiao San and saw him nodded, which comforted her a little. She felt that the 57 steamed buns were not eaten in vain.
The shopkeeper of Fu Man Lou handed the five taels of bonus to Song Yue Hua and said with a smile, "Young people are to be feared, young people are to be feared!"
The fake monk sighed and came over to chat, "You have a good appetite!"
"You have a good appetite too." Song Yuehua said.
The fake monk turned to the shopkeeper and said, "Do you want two baskets of scallion pork buns? My wife loves them."
"Okay." The shopkeeper told the waiter to pack up.
Song Yuehua held on to the wall and walked out slowly.
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