The camera cut to Xie Mi's stall.
Compared to the fresh, cheerful green, pink, and white stalls before hers, her stall was decidedly more realistic.
Afraid customers wouldn't know what she was making, she had even hung several fresh large intestines from the stall as decorations. Huge brains and fish eyes were drawn on her sign.
Every customer who passed was inevitably caught in the stare of those enormous fish eyes, held captive by an invisible sense of oppression.
[I'll keep eye-fucking you. Forever...]
[Old Xie's stall looks like a pork stand at a wet market.]
[I-intimidation tactics?]
[So she really did bring out the Large Intestine Coffee and Brain and Fish-Eye Cake menu. Nice, nice, nice.]
"Your two-hour business period officially begins now! Sell as many dishes as you can within that time and fight for victory!"
Director Niu's voice rang out in the guests' earpieces.
The camera crew had disguised themselves well, and the cameras were positioned discreetly. The customers passing by had no idea filming was underway.
The eight guests had also changed into matching chef uniforms, complete with masks and sunglasses.
This was to prevent a commotion if their identities were exposed, as well as to keep fans' personal preferences from making the competition unfair.
Now that everyone's faces were covered, the outcome could be decided entirely by the food alone.
More and more customers arrived at the Food Festival, and people gradually began stopping at each stall.
"Ant egg soup? That sounds wild. Let's try it!"
"These Coconut Worms look just like maggots. They look pretty good."
"Holy crap, this stall is hardcore. The brains in the brain cake are beaten straight into the cream? Those fish eyes are wild, too. Give me one!"
A strange sight unfolded.
The more outrageous a stall was, the