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Chapter 59 Catfish Boss Hot Pot Restaurant (7)

For an ordinary person to enter a mysterious magnetic field, it's truly... truly...

An Jing coldly scanned the surroundings.

This table is still intact for now.

But she knew that if she continued eating like that next time, who knew what other problems might arise.

She must find a new breakthrough in the next round.

at this time.

"Snapped--!"

The catfish vendor puffed out his fins, and a deep clapping resounded throughout the room, as if the air itself had trembled.

The shadowy waiter reappeared and silently placed the menu on the table.

They no longer utter a word, but coldly execute the procedures.

Here we go again, ordering food.

The menu was silently placed down by the shadowy waiter.

The paper felt like moldy skin, with a cold tinge.

An Jing immediately looked down and flipped through the document. Sure enough, the new rules were prominently displayed at the top, written in distorted handwriting:

Positive reviews are an extremely important resource for a restaurant, determining its survival and business continuity.

If a customer is extremely dissatisfied with a dish, they can give a clear reason and a "bad review" to enjoy the dish for free.

An Jing's eyes lit up.

finally come.

This is the feedback mechanism rule she's been waiting for. Once players can provide feedback on any part of the process, even if it's just a formal complaint, it means...

Diners' subjective reviews can affect the operation of a restaurant.

"The catfish vendor is starting to get anxious," she murmured.

She quickly scanned the rules, analyzing and dissecting each word in her mind.

"Positive reviews are very important, as they mean they need customer approval to continue operating, which may affect some external mechanisms."

"And the possibility of getting a free order for a negative review is the first time we've had the opportunity to fight against punishment."

She suddenly curled her lips into a smile.

This is what we call tug-of-war.

The catfish owner is gambling that humanity will eventually break down and collapse.

They are gambling that sooner or later they will be able to counter the rules of the mysterious system.

Now, rules that benefit diners are finally starting to emerge.

"One minute to order."

The countdown at the bottom of the menu has started: [00:59].

An Jing sat up straight instantly, her eyes sharp, scanning the entire page in three seconds, and casually ordered three meat dishes that looked unappetizing:

Bile sausage platter.

Pig brain slices in hot pot.

Broken bone ribs.

Just hearing the name makes me not want to eat it.

She ordered food so quickly that she didn't even have time to explain. She saw the Blood Curse Doll tilt its head, the Grim Reaper raise an eyebrow, and the Paper Umbrella Woman lower her lips.

She immediately raised her hand:
"I didn't order randomly on purpose. Due to time constraints, I picked some flavors that you hadn't tried last time so you could have some to try."

The doctor in the shadows remained expressionless, only coldly saying, "You said we could eat whatever we wanted."

“Of course.” An Jing chuckled dryly.

【00: 00】

The moment the countdown reached zero, the shadowy waiter took away the menu and left.

Immediately afterwards, the catfish shop owner's voice rang out again, cold and low:
"Please note that the time allotted for this round of meals is ten minutes."

The air settled down again.

An Jing frowned; sure enough, her guess was correct.

Time is running out.

The first round didn't say anything, the second round was fifteen minutes, and now there are only ten minutes left.

In the future, the time may be reduced to five minutes, three minutes, or even instant forced checkout.

“Gradually increase the pressure,” she whispered. “We can’t drag this out any longer; we can’t just keep defending.”

Bai Tianjiao understood the key point in her words and couldn't help but ask, "You want to attack?"

How to attack?

“Hmm.” An Jing nodded, his sharp gaze locking onto the catfish vendor’s pair of lifeless white eyes. “Test its limits.”

The dishes were served quickly.

The doctor frowned and even put down his chopsticks.

An Jing smiled slightly and lowered her voice: "A bad review means a free meal. In other words, if you don't want to eat, you have to pay the bill."

The four mysterious figures remained silent for a few seconds. The woman with the paper umbrella shook her head and smiled, a slight curve to her lips.

The doctor was the first to pick up his chopsticks.

He picked up a slice of sausage, took a bite, and his expression immediately changed.

"...It tastes as bitter as bile scraped from a corpse, it's awful."

When he said it, he genuinely disliked how bad it tasted.

For some reason, the quality of this meat is completely different from before.

The Bloody Doll also had its opinions, and kept making loud wailing noises.

The woman with the paper umbrella didn't say anything, but she barely touched her chopsticks.

An Jing couldn't help but burst out laughing.

If someone speaks first, she can go along with it.

“Since everyone is dissatisfied with this meal, let’s unanimously give it a bad review.” She raised her hand and said seriously, “The reasons are: the dishes were abnormal, the ingredients were unclean, the taste was terrible, and it seriously affected the dining experience.”

"Negative review."

"Negative review."

"Extremely poor".

A mysterious group responded.

The entire hall fell silent.

The people at other tables watched their table's crazy performance, and some even wondered if they should imitate them.

An Jing noticed this and a thought struck her.

Perhaps their feedback mechanism affects not only their own table, but also the entire restaurant's reputation.

Just then, the catfish shop owner's voice rang out again, looking at An Jing, his voice carrying a strange distortion:

"This round of evaluation will be recorded in the final ledger."

"The current three dishes have received 3 negative reviews. The judgment is successful, and the dishes are free."

"Free meal valid."

The air seemed to be stirred for a moment by a giant hand.

The next second, the three horrifying dishes vanished, leaving not even the bottom of the pot clean.

"It worked," An Jing said in a low voice. "It really does work; you can get a free meal if you leave a bad review."

At this moment, the atmosphere at the table relaxed a bit.

But just then, the catfish vendor's voice rang out again:
"Please note."

"If the food is not finished and the bill is not paid before the meal time, a [mandatory checkout] will be triggered."

Everyone's hearts were shocked.

An Jing also narrowed her eyes sharply.

This statement directly reveals one point:
Those present now owe three rounds.

They haven't forgotten the horrific punishments inflicted on those who were penalized in the first round.

Wouldn't that be three times that level? That would be directly fatal.

“So, the rules aren’t just for our benefit.” An Jing’s tone turned serious. “They will make concessions and then retaliate with double the punishment. The Catfish Boss is also retaliating in his own way.”

"In other words, if you start to fight back, they will double the cost."

"But that's... a game of strategy."

An Jing, however, became even more certain:
The rules have loopholes.

The rules will be iterated.

The more eager the authorities are to suppress their living space, the more it reveals their problems.

An Jing glanced around and noticed something even stranger.

They clearly got their table free, but no one followed suit.

Why is that?
Looking up, I saw other diners stuffing food into their mouths.

Since the rule that vegetarian dishes cause bloating was introduced, hardly anyone orders vegetarian dishes anymore.

The previous round of meat dishes left everyone with a variety of expressions.

But looking at it now, there's nothing that needs explaining or makes me want to vomit.

An Jing could even tell that some people were enjoying their food immensely and were completely absorbed in it.

No, this is very wrong.

An Jing keenly sensed that there was something wrong with the dishes on her table.

The catfish vendor did it on purpose!
　I'm recommending my friend's new book!

　　[A wealthy man raising a child + entertainment industry + real and fake heiresses + slapping faces and punishing scum]

　　[A quirky, vicious fake heiress × a low-key villain with a m-like personality]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)