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"Today, we've reached the final stage of the competition."

All eighteen people held their breath at the same time.

“This part is also a special task,” Turing said calmly, as if he were talking about something very ordinary. “And it’s very simple.”

Simple?

The people from all three teams perked up their ears simultaneously. The last time they said it was "very simple," they came up with a gold miner, which almost made Song Chen so angry he suffered internal injuries.

"The sacred tree ritual is about to begin." Turing pointed to the empty market stalls behind him. The stalls, built with giant logs, were now empty, but traces of the bustling activity they once held could be seen.

"The market needs to be lively."

"And what you need to do is—"

Turing paused, then uttered the next sentence, which fell like a stone into still water:

"It's all about having a barbecue feast."

silence.

A silence that lasted three seconds.

Then--

"what?"

"barbecue?"

"Wait, barbecue? You mean that kind of barbecue?"

Tie Dan was the first to lose his composure. His shiny bald head jutted out, his face full of disbelief: "Chief, you mean...we should grill some skewers?"

Turing nodded expressionlessly.

“Each of you three will set up a barbecue stall. Each of you will prepare the barbecue and sell it to the public.”

He held up three thick, pillar-like fingers: "The more you sell, the more money you earn, and the more points you get."

"As for the materials, we will provide them."

After Turing finished speaking, he took half a step back and said no more.

The air froze for a moment again.

Then, the three teams almost simultaneously erupted in chaos.

"Grilled skewers! Grilled skewers are what I'm best at!" Niu Kuang slapped his chest with a loud thud, a wildly arrogant smile spreading across his rugged face. "Back in my school days, I was a VIP at the barbecue stalls outside the school! I was there five days out of seven!"

"Brother Niu is awesome!" Tie Dan shouted reflexively.

Er Mao, standing behind, added with a blank expression: "Eating a lot doesn't mean you can grill well."

"You—" Niu Kuang glared at him, but he couldn't lash out in this situation, so he just snorted, "Just watch!"

Chapter 218 Barbecue Feast

(PS: First of all, thank you all for your monthly tickets at the end of the month, but there may only be one chapter today.)

A tooth that had previously undergone root canal treatment couldn't hold on any longer, so I went to redo it the day before yesterday. I need to get a crown, but I'll need to have a second root canal treatment to reduce inflammation.

But the medication made my toothache unbearable. I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't concentrate. It was awful.

On the other side, Song Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

barbecue.

sell.

integral.

As the son of a powerful family, Song Chen also possesses considerable business acumen.

His mind raced, stringing these keywords together. In short, it was about who could control costs the lowest, who could maximize profits, who was better at business, and who could make more money.

"Interesting," he muttered to himself, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

This time, he will never make the same silly mistake again.

Meanwhile, on Mo Fan's side, Murong Jiao was already jumping up and down with excitement.

"Barbecue! I love barbecue!" She clenched her fists and raised them above her head, her yellow pigtails swaying. "Although I'm not very good at grilling, I can eat a lot!"

"...Being able to eat a lot is not an advantage," Murong Sha pointed out calmly.

"How can that not count!" Murong Jiao pouted, unconvinced. "You only know what tastes good if you know how to eat! I'm sorry, Fang Xu!"

Fang Xu nodded quickly: "Yes, Big Sister is right!"

Mo Fan remained silent.

His gaze fell on Turing, lingered for two seconds, and then moved to the empty market stalls.

In his view, this competition was indeed unique.

He has no clue what to do right now.

Let's take a look.

“Now, we’ll send someone to deliver the items,” Turing’s voice rang out again, signaling the end of the presentation. “You may begin.”

The three clan leaders turned and left.

Before long, a group of young and strong warriors from the tribe carried a large amount of supplies out from behind the market.

Wooden boxes, bamboo baskets, and stone basins were placed one after another in three different stall areas.

Mo Fan stepped forward and lifted the first bamboo basket belonging to their Wood Clan.

Inside were prepared animal meat, cut into chunks of varying sizes, dark red in color, and exuding a fresh aroma.

The second basket contained various vegetables. Some he recognized—they resembled some kind of fungus and broad-leaved greens. Others were completely unfamiliar, with strange shapes.

The third basket contained fruit. Some were round, some flat, some long, all brightly colored, and a few still emitted a faint sweet fragrance.

In addition, there is a barbecue grill, a bag of charcoal, a pack of bamboo skewers, and the most basic seasonings.

salt.

At that moment, Turing's voice rang out again, each word clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Now, here are the ingredients and tools for you."

"Now it's up to you."

"You have one day to earn points. Of course, this is also your last chance to earn points. After this barbecue competition ends, the winner will be selected."

After saying this, Turing and the other two clan leaders turned and left. Their tall figures quickly disappeared around the corner of the market, leaving the open space that was about to become a battlefield to three teams with different thoughts.

An invisible smell of gunpowder permeated the air.

The three teams exchanged glances, their eyes conveying wariness, scrutiny, and unwavering determination.

After a brief standoff, everyone sprang into action almost simultaneously, rushing to their respective stalls to begin an emergency discussion.

"What are your thoughts?" Murong Jiao spoke first, hands on her hips, looking at the mountain of ingredients in front of her. She tossed her yellow pigtails, her face full of eagerness, but her eyes revealed a hint of confusion.

"It's done grilling... Can we eat first?" Fang Xu swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the fresh meat, and asked the most practical question.

Murong Sha's blue eyes swept over the ingredients and tools, and she said calmly, "To be honest, I don't really know how to do this kind of thing. I've never done it before, so I really don't know."

Mo Fan looked at the three of them and roughly understood.

After spending some time together, Mo Fan had a general understanding of the group's situation. The Murong sisters, barring any unforeseen circumstances, likely came from well-off families before the world changed, and probably had never been involved in this kind of thing. As for Fang Xu, it seemed he didn't possess these skills either.

If we rely on them, we probably won't even be able to start a fire.

"Let's light the charcoal first," Mo Fan said calmly, breaking the brief silence.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a reassuring pill, instantly giving the three somewhat flustered people a sense of security.

"Then, don't rush to skewer all the ingredients." Mo Fan's gaze swept over the various kinds of meat and vegetables. "Skewer a portion of each first, grill them, and see how they taste. After we open, we'll see what the customers like to eat and then adjust accordingly."

"Mo Fan, your suggestion sounds great!" Fang Xu's eyes lit up, feeling that this idea was clear and sound.

Murong Jiao nodded in agreement and asked curiously, "You seem to know a lot about this?"

Mo Fan didn't look at her. He simply squatted down and began taking charcoal out of the bag to prepare for setting up the grill. Without raising his head, he gave a curt reply.

“I used to work part-time at a barbecue restaurant.”

The air seemed to freeze for a moment after he said that.

Murong Jiao's almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise, Fang Xu's mouth dropped open, and even the usually calm Murong Sha showed a hint of surprise in her blue eyes.

"Then you can... grill barbecue too?!" Murong Jiao's voice rose eight octaves, her tone filled with barely suppressed surprise.

"I know a little," Mo Fan replied succinctly.

"That's great!" Murong Jiao clapped her hands and jumped up excitedly. "This is our advantage! A huge advantage!"

She was instantly filled with enthusiasm, and with a wave of her hand, she declared with boundless spirit, "Then let's begin!"

Then, a peculiar scene appeared.

Mo Fan skillfully piled the charcoal into a small mountain on the grill, took out a flint, and struck it with a clanging sound. Soon, the first wisp of flame licked the black charcoal.

Meanwhile, Murong Jiao, Murong Sha, and Fang Xu were engaged in a heated "academic" discussion around a basket of bamboo skewers and ingredients.

"Shouldn't this meat be cut into smaller pieces?"

"I think this green vegetable can be skewered directly."

"How do you string these round fruits together? Won't they burst open?"

......

Meanwhile, the other two teams were also working diligently to develop their own tactics.

Bone Clan stall.

"Brother Niu, what do we do?" one of his underlings asked Niu Kuang, his face full of anticipation.

"Just do it!" Niu Kuang waved his large, fan-like hand, his voice booming.

He glanced at the other two teams. Mo Fan had already started a fire, while Song Chen's team was huddled together, seemingly having some kind of business seminar.