Chapter 1 Handsome Foodie

The third weekend of June is a very important day for the small town of Canlar, and the annual Miss Winnie Potato Festival is in full swing. Due to the turmoil caused by the attack of parasitic monsters from the evil neighbor Bran, the festival had to be cancelled last year.

More than a month ago, Bran's invading forces gathered on the western border, and at a critical moment, the heroic spirit of Lantis, the King of Light, reappeared, and he and the Starlight Dragon laid a magical canopy to protect the entire western border of Turanda, successfully blocked the dark storm from Bran, and defeated the Demon Dragon King Namanto, sealing him in the Black Gate Pillar (see the previous book "Dragonheart Knight" for details).

When the good news of victory came, the people who had escaped a catastrophe breathed a sigh of relief and urgently needed to dilute the gloom of the past through revelry. As a result, this year's reopened potato festival is even grander than in previous years.

People are smiling excitedly, the streets are full of people, and the large number of tourists who come to make this small city with a small number of people suddenly become lively.

Dressed in long white dresses and small aprons with red and black checkered, the girls carry wooden trays full of delicacies and distribute free delicacies made from local potatoes to the crowd. Their hair was gently coiled, and their fluffy buns were filled with purple and pink June orchids, and their soft broken hair fluttered through the crowd with the light steps of the girls and the laughter of silver bells.

Everywhere you can see posters dressed in the same way as the maidens, that is, the portrait of Miss Winnie, who was the first to grow such delicious potatoes, and of course she was a legendary figure hundreds of years ago.

The flow of people is constantly surging into the square of the small town, and the square is about to hold a contest - Miss Winny's Big Stomach Competition. There are no restrictions on the number of contestants, and they can enjoy unlimited access to three of the town's most famous potato dishes: bacon butter potatoes, potato stew, and golden fish cakes. The winner who eats the most food in an hour will also receive a gold-made potato as a champion reward.

The smell of food fills the air, and in order to provide enough food, a row of open-air stoves has been erected on one side of the square, and cooking is in full swing. Seven or eight big-shouldered chefs sweated profusely, while skilled waitresses placed plates of freshly baked delicacies on a huge table of ten tables in the center of the square.

Four long rows of tables and chairs are neatly arranged on either side of the table, and most of the seats are now occupied by eager contestants. A simple guardrail was pulled around the square with streamers, leaving only a gap for those who signed up to pass after inserting coins.

Because noon is approaching and the competition is about to start, there are only three or two people left in the registration office waiting to pay the money to enter the competition area. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, and a particularly tall man struggled to squeeze in from the crowd of onlookers. The host, the mayor of the city, Druve Chokry, noticed the noise in the crowd, turned around and saw that it was not one person, but two. One of them was a young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old, and on his shoulder sat a little girl of about eight or nine years old.

It was a rather handsome young man, with short blond hair standing on his head, some faint freckles on his fair skin, a tall nose, and full lips. But it's a pity that the right eye seems to be injured, with a leather eye patch, only revealing a bright hazel-green eye, and it seems to be smiling without opening your mouth.

The little girl on his shoulder, with a round pink face like an apple, and a pair of big pale blue eyes looking around with watery excitement. It is estimated that it was so that the little girl could see the scenery around her, so the young man carried her on his back. The little girl wore a long flaxen veil, which not only covered her long chestnut hair, but also covered the youth, so at first it was mistaken for a particularly tall person.

The young man smiled and threw five copper coins in the big copper pot for registration, and then swaggered into the arena. Druve stretched out his hand to stop him, looked at the little girl on his shoulder and asked, "Are you competing alone?" The young man nodded and asked rhetorically, "Can't I take Luna with me?" After speaking, he pointed to the impenetrable encirclement outside.

The mayor was embarrassed, because the rules said that only those who paid the fee could enter the arena, of course, such a cute little girl should not cause any trouble...... Druf was also a little hesitant. Luna lay down from the young man's head, tilted her head, and softly promised: "Uncle, I will be obedient and will not affect the game." The host was immediately killed by the innocent gaze cast by the flickering big eyes, and immediately nodded with a smile and let him go.

The young man immediately ran in, found a position relatively close to the food, and then took Luna off his shoulders and sat down beside her.

"Brother Diel, are you going to eat all of this?" Luna whispered to the young man who was staring at the steaming food. The young man known as Dill had already put all his thoughts on eating, rubbed his stomach and said absentmindedly: "It is estimated that it is difficult, the people around him seem to be strong, and they may be divided a lot." Then he sighed a little sadly and said, "I can't eat too harshly, or I'll be beaten out like a monster." ”

Luna wrinkled her nose playfully and said, "Didn't you say that it would be available in unlimited quantities, and even if they ate it, they would still do it, right?"

"Hmm...... I'm afraid I won't have time to do it, so I only have an hour in total, so let's see if I can eat a full meal. Dill stopped chatting as the race staff began handing out food to the contestants.

More than a dozen beautiful waitresses, neatly tied up their skirts, quickly put a bowl of potato beef, a bowl of bacon and potatoes, and a plate of fried fish on the plate in front of each contestant. Then he drew three short lines with charcoal on the sign in front of everyone, which was supposed to be used to calculate how much the contestants had eaten in the end.

The host walked to the big bell in the center of the square and raised his two hands high, signaling the people around him to be quiet. Like a silent spell rapidly spreading outward, from the center of the square, the layers of people cooperated to silence. All the people in the square waited with bated breath and watched silently as the hands on the clock ticked, and twelve o'clock was approaching.

Everyone counted silently with the crisp bell, and the host counted down loudly: "Five, four, three, two, one!!!"

Some people grab a basin in each hand and bury their heads in it to eat, some concentrate on killing one plate first and then attacking the next, and still others have a calm face and eat quickly and methodically—Dill is the one who adopts the third strategy.

It took less than three minutes to finish the first round, and as soon as the quick-eyed waiters saw that the plate in front of them was empty, they immediately handed over a new plate and drew a short line on the sign in front of the player. After drawing four, use a long line to run through the short line, so that a group of five lines is convenient for Zuihou to calculate.

Those who joined in the excitement were defeated after twenty minutes of fierce fighting, and although there was beer and spring water to moisten their throats, they could not swallow the delicious food. These failed challengers, with painful and happy expressions, hugged their stomachs and covered their mouths, and left the scene gloomily.

As a time-honored and traditional competition, this event attracts famous big-eaters from all over the country, and these strong players are getting more and more energetic. With the gradual increase in the number of exits, there are more and more vacant places on the scene. Soon there were only six or seven people left, and except for Tom White, the local big eater, the other five people had also come to participate more than once.

To everyone's surprise, the young man with an eye patch who signed up for Zuihou time was still eating quickly and elegantly in his seat. There was a burst of discussion in the crowd, discussing what the dark horse was about this time and whether there was any hope of winning the championship in an upset.

You must know that eating is not determined by physique, and the real top big stomach king often looks not only not fat, but also very slim. Everyone noticed that this young man was tall, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, and he couldn't tell that he was so edible. Everyone got excited, and some people even started betting outside on who would be the champion of Zuihou.

The original pile of more than a dozen pots of food was quickly consumed, and the chef on one side had to hurry up to make new ones. Beef stew with potatoes, which takes to be boiled for a long time, is already in short supply, and only the quick-fried golden fish steak and sautéed bacon potatoes can barely keep up.

Five more contestants fell in pain, and the most tragic one of them, when he tried to swallow Zuihou a mouthful of fish steak, suddenly there was a loud bang from the position of his stomach, and then he fell to the ground.

The doctor on standby quickly rushed up to check, and after a while, he found that it was not the player who burst his belly, but the already fat player who ate too much and burst his belt, and the explosive force also collapsed the sturdy wooden stool, causing the person sitting on it to fall on all fours. The audience let out a loud daxiao, and the contestant also stood up with difficulty with the help of everyone, lifted his pants, and staggered out.

Zuihou's duel unfolds between Tom, a local player, and a handsome young man from outside, and there are already beautiful waitressses who hold up the counting signs in front of them and display them in front of everyone. Because it was densely painted with marks, they had to be given two new pieces to recount.

The young man who has always maintained a uniform speed and high efficiency eats only five dishes less than Tom who eats the heroic and wild Tom, this record not only surprised the audience, but also Tom himself.

Tom is a thirty-four-year-old farmer, a native of the city, whose fields are just outside the city by the creek. The strong muscles he had developed over the years had made him look stocky and healthy, but at the moment a noticeably protruding belly pressed against his thighs. He had already eaten twenty bowls of potato goulash, fifteen bowls of bacon potatoes, and thirty plates of fish steaks. The total weight of the food was more than fifty pounds, and it stretched his waist up by ten inches.

Tom struggled to shove a piece of fish steak from his plate into his mouth, then washed them down with a sip of ale. His speed was getting slower and slower, but he was worried that his opponent was still eating gracefully at the same pace as before.

The waiter's beautiful smile is very piercing at the moment, especially when she is walking towards you with a new and full plate of food. Tom touched his belly, he wisely chose loose pants, but they were stretched to the extreme. He massaged his numb belly, burped loudly, and then suddenly thought of something.

Tom carefully looked at the opponent next to him, and found that his stomach had not changed at all after eating for a long time. This foreign youth wore a linen white shirt on top, a common leather vest, casually open, a tight legging, and a pair of comfortable soft leather boots. The sword belt hung casually around his waist, and a very ordinary-looking long sword hung on it. He had also eaten about fifty pounds of food, and the belt buckle had not been loosened until now, as if he had eaten nothing.

Tom angrily slapped the case, pointed at the young man and yelled, "He cheats!"