National Goddess: The First Spirit Chef in History

Chapter 6 The Legend of the Big Stomach King
Competition eating seems to be quite simple, but in fact it is quite troublesome. Of course, the competition is not only about who eats faster and who eats more, but also about endurance, endurance, psychological quality and other aspects. In addition, there are all kinds of unexpected factors, such as some people are not good at eating hot food, some people are not good at eating spicy food, or some people are allergic to seafood, and some people are allergic to eggs.

After the manager inquired about Mu Yu and Wen Qiao, they set the theme of this time as "seafood risotto". tomato.

Rice is the best way to verify appetite, and if you eat too much, you are not afraid of problems.

For ordinary people, three bowls at most is about the same, and those with a big appetite may not be sure. In the record of a previous event in the food industry, there was once a big king who reached a maximum of eight catties, and drank up two bottles in the middle water.

Outside the cafeteria, the table was set up, the table was set up, and when the time came, Mu Yu and Wen Qiao were sitting opposite each other. The chef was making the scene on the spot, and the cool operation aroused cheers from the audience. The old city was originally a tourist attraction Attractions, in addition to the fact that tourism is booming at this time, there are quite a lot of tourists on the street, and the audience soon surrounded the stage. The cups were divided and distributed to the audience, which attracted a wave of goodwill from the audience.

The local TV station staff and food magazine reporters who were invited by the manager had already stood on the stage and conducted pre-match interviews with Mu Yu and Wen Qiao. He is a famous person in the food industry, and the main target of the media is on him, asking a lot of questions, Mu Yu is probably used to this kind of situation, and answered with a smile the whole time.

When it was Wen Qiao, the fat girl's turn, these media personnel became much colder. Wen Qiao didn't care. She wished that these people would pay less attention to her. As a fat man who was once beautiful, she couldn't lose weight no matter what. With this body, what she dislikes the most are other people's gazes and cameras.

Unlike Mu Yu, media reporters don't seek abuse, and after being answered coldly by Wen Qiao, who couldn't ask for any personal information except her name, they didn't intend to approach her anymore, and they probably didn't realize it She will win.

The few diners who were left behind by the manager to join in the fun were particularly concerned about such a fun thing as the eating competition. After a few people muttered together for a while, they formally elected a host.

After looking for a lot of video materials, and having some understanding of Big Stomach King, I finally went on stage happily.

"You can raise your hand after eating a bowl, and the staff in the store will quickly serve you the freshly made risotto! Be careful! Chew carefully! Don't waste it! Be sure to eat all of it, we will check it Oh! Now I announce that the game has officially begun!"

Mu Yu took the advertising fee and was still very conscientious. He introduced the situation of the store to the live viewers, carefully pointed the rice bowl at the camera, and described the taste of the bowl of painted rice in front of him, etc. After that, it officially started.

Wen Qiao is much simpler. After two hours of eating hazelnuts, her hunger has dropped significantly, so the deep-seated table etiquette has finally come online. First, she took a leisurely taste of clams. The taste is very delicious, and the unique thickening sauce is salty and rich, and it becomes more moist and smooth after being evenly mixed with rice.

Wen Qiao couldn't help squinting her eyes happily, and the movements of her hands slowly sped up.

But no matter how fast she moved, she was not as fast as Mu Yu. Although Mu Yu moved his chopsticks later than her, he could pick up rice very fast. If he hadn't seen his mouth moving all the time, Wen Qiao would have doubted whether he was I swallowed it without chewing it.

But sometimes, being fast doesn't mean anything, just like running, students who start too fast will always exhaust their energy ahead of time, and the students who have saved their energy will catch up.

By the time of the second bowl of Muyu No.30, it was obvious that I couldn't eat anymore, and the speed became very, very slow.

At this time, Wen Qiao had only eaten five bowls of No. 20, but her speed had not changed. When Mu Yu finally finished the second bowl of No. 30 and attacked the third bowl of No. 30, Wen Qiao had already eaten 29 bowls. And so, when Mu Yu emptied the No. 30 three bowls and put them on the table with a distorted expression, Wen Qiao's No. 30 three bowls were also emptied.

The only difference was that Mu Yu didn't raise his hand again, but Wen Qiao cheerfully raised his hand again, expressing that he needed another bowl.

No.30 four bowls, No.30 five bowls, No.40 one bowl, nine bowls——

Wen Qiao maintained his eating speed unhurriedly, and his expression remained unchanged from the beginning to the end. He was eating with a happy and relaxed expression.

But those onlookers had already become stunned, because they were the manager of the cafeteria who knew that Wen Qiao had been eating a lot in the cafeteria before.

Is this fat girl's stomach connected to a bottomless pit?
Otherwise, how can you stuff so much food, and if you eat like this, when will it be a head?
Seeing that the pot of risotto bottomed out again, and Wen Qiao wanted to raise his hand again, the manager decisively grabbed the host's microphone and announced the result of the competition. A large stack of Grandpa Mao was stuffed into her hands to prevent her from eating any more.

Wen Qiao glanced at the job bowl she had put down reluctantly, and curled her lips. It was clear that the time had not yet come, and it was only more than 50 bowls, which did not reach her limit at all, but seeing the nervousness on the manager's face, she was afraid that she would say something exciting The appearance of the person's words, after all, did not say anything, and silently stuffed Grandpa Mao in his hand into his trouser pocket.

(End of this chapter)