Big Eater Competition

The host held the microphone, took a deep breath, then shouted with all his strength.

"I hereby announce that the first Fumanlou Big Eater Challenge has officially begun!"

The moment he finished speaking, the twenty contestants onstage immediately lowered their heads and began wolfing down food.

The first round consisted of twenty thin-skinned, generously filled pork and scallion buns, along with a large bowl of warm millet porridge.

Steam rose from the buns, carrying a rich meaty aroma. The adults grabbed buns and stuffed them into their mouths, their cheeks bulging as if they had two ping-pong balls inside. Their mouths shone with grease, and they did not even bother wiping away the splatters on their clothes.

But the three seats on the far right of the stage presented a completely different scene.

Tang Wulin grabbed a fist-sized bun and stuffed it into his mouth in two bites.

His cheeks worked quickly as he swallowed it without much chewing.

The moment his right hand put down the empty bun wrapper, his left had already grabbed the next one. His hands moved so fast they nearly left afterimages.

The plate before him emptied at a visible rate, while a small pile of white bun wrappers accumulated beside it.

Na'er, sitting beside him, ate far more delicately.

She took small bites from her bun, moving with the elegance of a refined little princess.

Yet her mouth never stopped moving. The moment she finished one bun, she picked up another, not a bit slower than Tang Wulin.

Moreover, her face remained spotless, without even a speck of oil on it. Her short silver hair lay neatly against her cheeks, completely undisturbed by her eating.

Beside them, the red-haired girl, Huang Feng'er, ate even more calmly.

She picked up a bun with her chopsticks, took a light bite, and chewed slowly.

Her golden eyes were tranquil and still, as though she were not competing in a tense contest but simply having an ordinary lunch in a quiet restaurant at home.

Yet her pace was extremely fast. She could finish one bun almost every three seconds. Each time her chopsticks rose and fell, another bun vanished from her plate.

Only three minutes passed.

"I'm done!"

Tang Wulin raised his hand, his mouth still stuffed with half of the last bun. His cheeks bulged as he shouted indistinctly.

Ten seconds later.

"Finished."

Huang Feng'er set down her chopsticks and spoke flatly. Her plate was completely clean, without even a crumb left behind, as though those twenty buns had never existed.

Another fifteen seconds passed.

Na'er also raised her soft, fair little hand and said in a gentle voice.

"I'm done too."

The audience instantly erupted in an uproar.

At that point, the other contestants had eaten at most seven buns.

A burly man with a beer belly was choking on a bun until his eyes rolled back. He desperately gulped down millet porridge, his face turning purplish red.

They all raised their heads and stared incredulously at the three children, who did not even look ten years old. The buns in their hands fell onto their plates with a slap.

"Th-this... are they even human?"

After finally catching his breath, the burly man stared at the buns still left on his plate and muttered to himself.

The servers were dumbfounded. It took them several seconds to recover before they quickly cleared away the empty plates and brought out the second round—ten hearty bowls of zhajiang noodles.

The rich scent of sauce mixed with the refreshing fragrance of shredded cucumber washed over everyone.

Tang Wulin picked up his chopsticks, lifted a large bundle of noodles coated in sauce, and shoveled them into his mouth with loud slurps.

The sound of him slurping noodles rang across the entire stage. Sauce splattered onto his chin, but he casually wiped it away with the back of his hand and continued eating with his head lowered.

Huang Feng'er and Na'er were not about to fall behind either.

The three of them chased one another relentlessly, their speed not slowing in the slightest, as though they had never known what fullness felt like.

Five minutes later, the second round ended. The order remained the same: Tang Wulin first, Huang Feng'er second, and Na'er third.

The third round was twenty golden, crispy fried chicken legs.

The sizzling, oil-dripping chicken legs gave off an irresistible aroma. Their skins were fried crisp, and a single bite released tender meat juices.

This time, Huang Feng'er noticeably sped up. She grabbed a chicken leg, gave it a light tear with her fingers, and stripped off the entire piece of meat before stuffing it into her mouth.

She spat the bone onto her plate, picked completely clean without even a shred of meat remaining.

For the first time, a faint competitive spirit ignited in her golden eyes.

But Tang Wulin was still faster.

He ate one chicken leg per bite, even chewing the bones into pieces and swallowing them.

The Golden Dragon King's physique gave him astonishing digestive abilities. No matter how much food entered his stomach, it would be rapidly broken down into energy and nourish his body.

Seven minutes later, the third round ended.

Tang Wulin still led by half a step, with Huang Feng'er close behind and Na'er following at an unhurried pace.

The audience below had completely gone wild.

"My god! They've already finished the third round! I just saw that big guy finish the first round of zhajiang noodles!"

"Are those three kids' stomachs bottomless pits? How can they fit so much food inside?"

"I bet on that burly guy earlier, and now I've lost my pants! If I'd known, I would've bet on these three kids!"

"Quick, film it! This will definitely go viral online! This is absolutely the most outrageous big eater contest of the year!"

Onstage, the other contestants had completely given up on competing for the rankings.

One by one, they slowed down and ate leisurely, expressions of utter despair on their faces.

"Forget it, forget it. We can't compete with them."

A middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a bitter smile.

"It'll already be pretty good if we finish five rounds and get the meal for free. Rankings? I wouldn't even dare think about them."

"Exactly. Compared to those three monsters, we're just here to make up the numbers. Getting a free meal is already a win."

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue stood below the stage, equally stunned.

"I thought our Tangtang and Na'er were already incredible eaters."

Tang Ziran rubbed his eyes and spoke in disbelief.

"I never expected someone else to be able to keep up with them. This world is way too crazy."

"Yeah."

Lang Yue nodded as well, her face full of amazement.

"That red-haired little girl looks so thin and small, like a gust of wind could blow her over, yet she can eat so much too."

"Perfectly normal.

Jin Qiu floated in the Spirit Sea, gnawing on an Orleans roasted chicken leg she had just conjured as she spoke indistinctly.

"A Pure-Blood Phoenix's appetite isn't much smaller than the Golden Dragon King's. After all, every nirvana rebirth consumes an enormous amount of energy, so she has to stock up normally.

The three of them together could eat every ingredient Fumanlou Restaurant prepared today."

The fourth round was fifteen roujiamo.

The fifth round was ten bowls of egg fried rice.

The sixth round was twenty red bean buns.

Time passed second by second.

There were fewer and fewer contestants onstage. People kept raising their hands to surrender, then trudging offstage with their stomachs clutched.

By the end of the sixth round, only Tang Wulin, Huang Feng'er, and Na'er remained on the enormous stage.

Not only did the audience not disperse, but more and more people gathered.

Pedestrians from nearby streets were drawn over by the commotion, forming layers upon layers of an impenetrable crowd.

Everyone held up their phones to take pictures and record videos. Cheers and applause rose one after another, making the place livelier than a New Year celebration.

The owner of Fumanlou Restaurant stood backstage, pulling aside the curtain to secretly watch the situation onstage.

As he watched the three children continuously empty their plates while servers brought dish after dish onto the stage, the smile on his face became increasingly stiff, and his heart ached painfully.

He had originally thought he could spend a little money on this contest to advertise the restaurant. He never expected three such voracious little monsters to show up. Although the ingredients were not particularly expensive, it still hurt to watch.

Three hours later.

Tang Wulin stuffed the final plate of tiramisu cream cake from the tenth round into his mouth in one bite.

He put down his fork, happily rubbed his round belly, let out a loud burp, and raised his hand high.

"I'm done!"

Seventeen seconds later, Huang Feng'er put down her little silver spoon.

She wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, still wearing that expressionless look, as though the ten rounds of food she had just eaten had been nothing more than a cup of plain water.

Another twenty-three seconds passed before Na'er finished her final bite of cake as well.

She licked the cream from her fingers, a sweet smile appearing on her face.

The host held the microphone and stood blankly at the center of the stage. It took him quite a while to come back to his senses.

He cleared his throat and announced in a trembling voice filled with excitement:

"I hereby announce that the final results of the first Fumanlou Big Eater Challenge are in!"

"Third place! Contestant Number 19, Na'er! She completed all ten rounds in a total time of two hours, fifty-nine minutes, and forty-three seconds!"

"Second place! Contestant Number 20, Huang Feng'er! She completed all ten rounds in a total time of two hours, fifty-nine minutes, and twenty seconds!"

"First place! Contestant Number 18, Tang Wulin! He completed all ten rounds in a total time of two hours, fifty-nine minutes, and three seconds!"

The moment he finished speaking, thunderous applause and deafening cheers erupted from below the stage.

Streamers and gold foil drifted down from above the stage, landing on the three children.

Tang Wulin let out another burp, a brilliant smile spreading across his face.

He took Na'er's little hand and skipped toward the audience below.

"Na'er, are you full?"

"Mm, I'm full."

Na'er nodded, her large purple eyes curving like crescents.

"The cake was delicious."