At the north gate.
Beneath a spacious awning stood a long table, with two braziers beside it. The charcoal inside burned fiercely.
Chu Guang, clad in blue power armor, stood beneath the awning and watched the little players bustling around the market with a fatherly smile on his face.
Not bad.
Giving the players an idea and letting them make it happen themselves really was what a game designer ought to do.
Chu Guang had originally thought that holding this celebration would consume a considerable amount of stock, but it now seemed that his worries had been entirely unnecessary.
The little players had clearly read his event announcement several times. They had even approached it from the perspective of the game's setting and dug up things he had wanted to convey but had been too embarrassed to write in the announcement.
Wasteland gourmets, after all.
Naturally, they had to use some "authentic" wasteland ingredients.
Otherwise, how could they have the nerve to call their dishes "the purest wasteland cuisine"?
Crispy Stove Ant Cricket meat, deep-fried mutant cockroach legs, leeches bouncing around in a pot, and glowing bloodsucker steaks—bring it all on!
Of course, Chu Guang would not be eating any of it himself.
He did not have N lives.
It was better to eat something healthy and sanitary.
The competition had three awards in total.
One was for the food wastelanders loved most, one was for the food players loved most, and the last was for the Administrator's approval.
The criteria and judging panels differed for all three awards, but the rewards were roughly the same.
Namely, massive event points!
Limited titles!
And entry into the Hall of Fame, where they could shine on the forums!
Like the previous events, completing tasks during the event earned points. The points could