The finals of the God of Cookery are still in progress, and within a short time, someone has already finished the first dish, the old soup pot.

Immediately afterwards, the immortal waiter quickly served the second dish to those people.

The second dish is also a full pot, but now this one is a sauce mixed with rice, which looks very delicious, but the aroma is a bit lighter than the old soup pot.

This big pot of sauce mixed with rice made everyone's eyes jump.

Can the human stomach really hold so many things?

One contestant took a bite of the rice with sauce and felt instantly satisfied. The rice was very fragrant and the sauce poured on top had melted into the rice.

“It’s so delicious, I’ve never had such a delicious meal!”

Some people sighed, and then continued to eat wildly.

The onlookers looked at each other and felt a little hungry. They thought to themselves, is it really that delicious?

Yunzheng finally finished the first dish. Her stomach was extremely bloated and she felt like she wouldn't be able to eat anymore.

Yunzheng frowned. She could only secretly use her spiritual power to calm down the discomfort caused by eating too much. Then she ate the sauce bibimbap. It was delicious, but she was already full, so she didn't care about it.

The taste of bibimbap with Korean sauce is greatly reduced.

Almost all contestants survived the first course.

However, many people were eliminated when it came to the second sauce bibimbap.

Among them, Yunzheng is also included.

Yunzheng really couldn't eat anymore. She felt that her stomach was about to burst. Her face turned pale, and she raised her hands and gave up.

When it comes to food competition, Yunzheng is far inferior to others.

Yunzheng walked out of the finals area, and Rong Shuo and others came to pick her up.

Yan Chen raised his eyes and looked at her, then handed a pill to Yunzheng, "Zhengzheng, take this pill, it will help your digestion."

Yunzheng frowned slightly, nodded, and swallowed without hesitation.

Rong Shuo raised his hand to support her, stared down at her, with a distressed look in his deep eyes, and called softly: "Zheng'er."

"I'm full..." Yunzheng raised her hand and gently tugged on his clothes, her expression showing a hint of weakness and her tone a bit squeamish.

This is the first time she has felt the feeling of overeating, and it is really uncomfortable.

Rong Shuo hugged her into his arms, and then raised his hand to caress her abdomen. A warm spiritual energy was instantly transmitted to her abdomen, and her stomach gradually began to feel comfortable.

"Don't participate in such competitions in the future. It's not suitable for you."

"...Okay." She would rather participate in a hundred fighting competitions than participate in the God of Cookery competition again.

At this time, Nangong Qingqing pulled her hand and said with distressed eyes: "Zheng Zheng, you just fought five or six times not long ago, and now you feel exhausted again. You should sit down and rest first."

"Okay." Yunzheng nodded.

…

Half an hour later.

There are about thirty people left in the finals area.

Among the geniuses of the human race are Mu Yin, Mo Jing, Feng Xinglan, Baili Aoqing, Zhang Hexuan, Yuan Xinglan, Yu Qingxi, and several young geniuses from Kongzhou.

The person who eats the fastest now has already started on the seventh course.

But Feng Xinglan still stopped at eating the fifth dish. Although his speed was very slow, it gave people a very stable feeling.

In fact, Yu Qingxi, Zhang Hexuan, and Mu Yin could no longer hold on any longer.

Soon, after a quarter of an hour, Yu Qingxi, Zhang Hexuan, and Mu Yin voluntarily gave up because they really couldn't eat anymore.

Yu Qingxi gritted her teeth. She felt extremely uncomfortable physically and mentally now, because she was only a little bit away from getting the secret flower of white flames.

Damn it!

Another quarter of an hour passed, and there were still ten people left on the field.

To the surprise of Fengyun friends, Lan actually persisted until now! Moreover, he looked calm.

"What a dark horse! The human man in white can actually hold on until now. I guess he will be able to win the game!"

"I still think Brother Mo can do it!"

"I guess the fat old man will win. You can tell by looking at his physique. He has almost finished the seventh course!"

"I didn't expect that little human girl to be so good at eating. However, she is obviously full now, and she may be eliminated."

There are different opinions.

Suddenly, an extremely foul smell reached everyone's noses.

Everyone suddenly felt nauseated.

"Look, what is that?!"

The eighth dish has been brought up by the immortal waiter. It is a bowl of pitch-black unknown object. It is impossible to tell that it is a dish, but it looks like some kind of excrement.

When the eighth dish was first served on the table of the fat old man from the immortal tribe, an indescribable stench hit his nostrils, instantly making the fat old man's face become ferocious and contorted. The next moment, the fat old man turned his head and vomited.

come out.

"Ugh... ugh..."

The fat old man immediately vomited out what he had eaten earlier.

Mixed with a sour smell.

Everyone around him felt like vomiting, and they couldn't help but look disgusted.

Baili Aoqing, who was sitting not far from the fat old man, felt nauseous. She covered her mouth tightly, trying to control her urge to vomit, but the more she did this, the worse the backlash became.

"Ugh, vomit... vomit..."

Baili Aoqing also vomited!

It really stinks!

The smell of a bowl of unknown objects immediately eliminated two people.

Everyone's eyes widened: "!!!" What on earth is this??

Sister Shixian showed a sly smile in her eyes, and slowly introduced: "The eighth dish, night cake."

What night cake!

Is this night fragrance?!

Mo Jing looked at the bowl of dark wet cakes in front of him and suddenly felt very nauseous. He held the chopsticks with trembling fingers and wanted to pick up a piece of night cake to eat, but he suddenly felt severe discomfort in his stomach.

His mouth, his stomach, and his body were all resisting this bowl of ghost!

At this time, a voice suddenly came, "Brother Jing, don't be afraid, don't forget what you said before the game!"

Mo Jing looked up and saw that his friends all had malicious looks on their faces, which made his expression slightly stiff.

Mo Jing lowered his eyes and glanced at the contents of the bowl. It really looked like... shit.

He suppressed his nausea, took a bite, and then...

Vomited!

Damn it, it tastes so bad! It tastes indescribably bad!

Mu Yin hated the iron and said: "Brother Jing, you are so disappointing!"

Mo Jing covered his face helplessly. He sighed deeply, stood up, and walked out of the finals area with a lonely look.

The eighth course of night cakes directly eliminated eight people.

Now only Yuan Xinglan and Feng Xinglan are left.

Yuan Xinglan's face turned pale, and he forcibly choked down a piece of night cake. He instantly felt that his whole body was exuding a foul smell.

Yuan Xinglan's eyes are determined, he must win the White Flame Secret Flower!

He must never give up!

He ate two more pieces of night cake, and his whole handsome face seemed to be distorted, his lips turned extremely white, and he broke out in cold sweat.

Taking advantage of this gap, he glanced at Feng Xinglan, the only person left on the field.

Feng Xinglan looked calm. He was still eating the seventh dish calmly, completely unaffected by all the smells from the outside world.

Yuan Xinglan was stunned, why could he be so calm and composed?!

Yuan Xinglan looked away and continued to 'fight hard'. He ate two more pieces of night cake. Just when he took a bite of the quick night cake, he suddenly fainted and fell to the ground.

There was a 'bang' sound, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came.

In the crowd, Mu Yin looked excited, "Yuan Xinglan has fallen, and now only Brother Lan is left! If Brother Lan can eat all the cake tonight, he will win!"

Everyone looked towards Feng Xinglan.

Time passed bit by bit, and Feng Xinglan continued to eat at a slow pace. After a while, he was finally about to eat the eighth dish.

When Feng Xinglan saw Ye Bing, he frowned slightly.

It's very similar to his barbecue.

He has said before that he never eats dark things, but today is a competition and he can only endure it...

He frowned the whole time as he ate the bowl of night cake.

Everyone was stunned: "!!!" Why didn't he show any signs of vomiting?!
Chapter completed!