Playing bad Konoha starts with adding points

Chapter 131 Such a Big Eater
Although Master Zhonggu was dragged onto the stage by Fu Jiang, he finally fulfilled the basic conditions for the competition.

The tools for making rice cakes were originally in the old street, but they were soon moved to the competition site.

Master Nakatani also worked hard to make rice cakes, slobbering all over the place.

Fu Jiang kicked the rice cake barrel over: "If you do this, ghosts will come to your house to eat rice cakes!"

"Soul! I'm injecting soul!"

"Mask! Wear a mask! Bastard!"

"Ghosts will eat your slobbering soul rice cake! This is not a dark cooking competition!"

Fu Jiang talked about it and forced Mr. Nakatani to put on the mask.

Amidst the cynicism of a row of pastry chefs at Sentsujiya, Nakatani's handmade rice cakes were also released one by one.

Put three rice cakes on each plate, not allowed to be less than 200 grams, count the number of empty plates, and finally decide the winner.

Before the game started, hundreds of people lined up in front of Sentsujiya, waiting for the rice cakes to be baked.

Sentsujiya's reputation is too great, and the price is also expensive. It belongs to the nobles in the cakes. If Tomie is the audience, he will also go to grab the rice cakes of Sentsujiya.

As for the rice cakes at Nakatani Hall...

This kind of food on the old street has long been out of date, even if you want to eat it for a few days, you can just buy it.

When the game started, the rice cakes on the Sentsujiya table were emptied in an instant, and a hundred of them were piled up on the empty plate within ten seconds.

The Nine Snake Guards had already begun to laugh triumphantly.

"It's too early to laugh! Our police department hasn't started to work hard yet..." Fu Jiang took off his sunglasses and stuffed them into his pocket jokingly.

The four of them stepped into the arena with cloth strips printed with the words "Everyone is hungry" on their foreheads.

Fu Jiang tore the t-shirt into strips, threw it over again, and his whole body's vigorous muscles twitched: "Strength represents food intake."

Risa tightened the bowl roll on her forehead: "Four people fight a village, even if there are tens of thousands of people, I will go!"

"Although I'm just a poor and helpless cat, but for this day, I will try my best to eat more." Sanmaru's pace was as calm as a tiger descending the mountain.

"Aw... Aw..." Yu Xin had completely lost her humanity, reduced to a very hungry beast, with red hair flying on her back, and roaring with red eyes.

"Go! Yuxin, swallow all the rice cakes in front of you!"

When Fu Jiang gave an order, Yu Xin's eyes were red, her red hair danced wildly behind her back, and she landed on the rice cake table in Zhonggu Hall like a vicious dog.

"What...there are such terrifying humans!"

"Drinking rice cakes... That's right! This is the wording, please believe my professionalism as a journalist, I saw her drinking rice cakes!!"

"Ahhh... is she really human? I suspect that she is the incarnation of some kind of star devouring beast. Her throat must lead to a black hole!"

A host of a TV station actually showed up on the old street with a video camera, which made Fu Jiang feel bad, which would make more people come to the old street to line up.

The game is going on anxiously.

Thousands of people still lined up at Qianjiya to compete for rice cakes. The only thing limiting their speed was the hand speed of their pastry chefs and the progress of the steamer.

There are only four hungry people in Zhonggutang eating rice cakes, and each of them eats like a hungry wolf, like a starving ghost who hasn't eaten for tens of thousands of years.

With this terrifying speed, the difference in the number of dishes between the two sides was only two hundred, but it was as difficult to cross as a mountain. There were countless people behind Sentsujiya, and there were only four of them in Nakatani Hall.

"There is a kind of psychology called the second law of true fragrance. If you see someone else's food is delicious, even if you don't want to eat it that much, you will want to try it... There is such a long line at Qianjiya, and the people in the back When people see how delicious our food is, they will definitely want to try it..." Fu Jiang thought while making rice cakes.

Sure enough, someone has already watched the endless queue, and the empty Zhonggu Hall on the other side looks delicious, and the four people ate deliciously too!

"Hmm...take a seat for me, I'll get some rice cakes for an appetizer and I'll be right back."

There were more than a dozen "rebels" who came to Zhonggutang's table.

However, they were just one meter away from the table, when Yu Xin, who was eating frantically, suddenly had a red light from the corner of his eyes, and his whole body turned into a red streamer, and with a few swipes, he kicked all the people who came to get the rice cakes into the crowd. He reached out to cover the table.

"Nani! What did I see! I actually saw food protection behavior in this kind of competition!!! This is simply a lion's table declaration! Except for those she approves, no one can touch its food!" The host screamed.

"The behavior of Zhonggutang's party is too shocking! Not only do they plan to challenge the entire village with four people, but they even don't allow other people to get their hands on their dining table!!!"

Fu Jiang was stunned for a moment, looking at Yu Xin with red eyes, presumably she has entered the "cooking mode", no one can stop her cooking behavior, even if they get involved in her food, they will be attacked, and the three of them can be allowed Eating next to her is already her greatest tolerance.

However... the next moment!
"Ahh! Shocked! What did I see! I must be blind! How could such a thing happen!"

"That girl actually brought out a bowl of rice! She thought it was too boring to eat rice cakes! She actually brought out a bowl of rice to serve with rice cakes! Rice with rice cakes! What kind of rice bucket combination is this!!!" The host was terrified screamed.

Fu Jiang looked at Yu Xin's ferocious appearance, and was powerless to stop her.

Risa was the first to lose the battle, and the result was 30 rice cakes. Now her belly is swollen, and she can't hold anything anymore.

"Damn it... didn't I ask Itachi to call someone for me? Why don't you come? If there is no foreign aid, it will be difficult to win!"

"Ahh! Yuxin, eat less rice!"

Fu Jiang had a very bad feeling.

"Because uncle is really slow in cooking... I'm so hungry after waiting for rice cakes!" Yu Xin buried her head in the bowl, mouthfuling the rice.

"Hungry! God, what word did I hear! This girl actually ate more than 200 servings of rice cakes and still said she was hungry! Has she been hungry for 1000 years?" the host shouted in horror.

"Asshole, who is serving Yu Xin's rice, let me see that you must be the one to see it!!" Fu Jiang roared angrily, and at the same time found that Uncle Zhonggu's rice cakes were getting slower and slower.

At this time, Uncle Zhonggu's forehead was covered with sweat, and the movement of waving the wooden hammer in his hand became slower and slower, as if he was about to lose his strength.

"390 eight... 390 nine... If you don't hammer five hundred rice cakes, you have no soul..." Uncle Zhonggu gritted his teeth with difficulty.

"You don't need to be so particular! Even if the dough is cooked, Yu Xin can still eat it!" Fu Jiang roared.

"No! This is the obsession of a craftsman. No matter what the situation is, he will never lower his requirements for his work... Four hundred...ah... my waist hurts!" Zhonggu supported his waist, and leaned his head against the pain. I fell on the table and couldn't get up again.

"Sanwan, don't eat it, we will make the rice cake next!" Fu Jiang got up immediately.

"No... I will never let you guys touch my rice cakes, you will only make the handmade rice cakes lose their soul..." Zhonggu still stubbornly refused.

"What about me? I'm not a novice, am I? We will come to help when we are busy during the holidays."

As soon as Fu Jiang looked up, a group of neighbors from the old street stood in front of them. The person who was talking was an uncle blacksmith who was over fifty years old but still strong.

"Yeah, I can't lose to you when it comes to stuffing stuffing!"

"Although I don't know how to make rice cakes, I can help add firewood."

"I, a pig butcher, have been slaughtering pigs for so many years, I can also help dance to boost morale."

"Everyone..." Zhonggu burst into tears instantly.

Hand-made rice cakes are not a particularly difficult food. Many people make some at home during the holidays. Zhonggu has no secret recipe. Apart from his stubborn craftsman spirit, the secret recipe may be his spittle. .

With the help of the old neighbors, the rice cakes here in Zhonggutang began to be baked faster again, and they fell into Yu Xin's mouth continuously.

The number of dishes on Zhongtani Hall's side rose to five hundred in an instant, showing the momentum to rebel against Sentsujiya.

On the other hand, at Sentsujiya, they were reluctant to leave because they were eating in the front row and could not eat in the back row. There was a crowded stampede accident. When it was chaotic, the number of plates almost stopped.

"Oh! As I said, you don't know anything about Yu Xin's food intake." Fu Jiang raised his middle finger at the Nine Snake Guards.

"The game has just begun...isn't it?" Gui Tong laughed jokingly.

At this moment, a whole row of giant fat men squeezed through the crowd and appeared at the competition site. Everyone had the word "food" written on their stomachs!

It's from the Qiudao tribe!
The entire Qiudao family was dispatched!

Legend has it that the Chuakidao family has always been the terminator of the big stomach king competition, which once caused no one in Konoha to dare to open the big stomach king competition.

"Nani...is this your trump card? I'm careless..." Fu Jiang's eyes gradually became frightened.

"Is there free rice cakes here?" The head of the old patriarch, Akimichi Tekkaze's huge figure squeezed his way out of the crowd, came to Sentsujiya's table, and started eating rice cakes with a sweep of his hand.

"Yu Xin... are you okay?" Seeing this situation, Fu Jiang swallowed hard.

"How much I can eat depends on how fast you cook it. If it's not fast enough, please fill the gap with rice." Yu Xin said vaguely while drinking rice cakes.

"Ok...understood! Death assembly line mode...on!!!" Fu Jiang grinned.

In an instant, the combination here in Zhonggutang changed, and a death assembly line began to operate.

There was no need for Yu Xin to do it himself, as long as he stood on the spot and opened his mouth, Tomie, Risa, and Sanmaru directly turned the rice cake into a shuriken and shot it into Yu Xin's mouth.

The Qiudao tribe on the other side also quickly cleaned the rice cakes on the table, but they had an extra chewing and swallowing movement. What they enjoyed was the taste of food, not filling their stomachs.

A girl whose waist was not thicker than any of Qiudao's clansmen faced more than a dozen Qiudao clansmen.

I have never seen such a terrifying formation.

The numbers on both sides skyrocketed at the same time.

……

an hour later

Finally, the rice cake hammering machine of Sentsujiya burst into smoke...

strike.

Although the neighbors here in Zhonggutang are also sweating profusely, they are still full of enthusiasm.

This is no longer a battle between Fu Jiang and Nine Snake Guards.

It wasn't the battle between Sentsujiya and Nakatanido either.

It's this forgotten old street, this group of old guys abandoned by the times, unyielding decisive battle against the bustling new city!
"Hahahaha! After all, a cold machine can't compare to the warmth of human feelings!" Fu Jiang laughed presumptuously.

"It's not over yet ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Yingxiu Lang had already torn up his shirt, picked up a metal pounding stick to replace the broken machine, and started making rice cakes again.

"Woo big wood big wood big ah ah ah..."

Sentsujiya's kitchen is back in operation, and batches of rice cakes are back out of the oven.

however……

But after the Qiudao tribe tasted a portion, they closed their eyes and put down their chopsticks at the same time.

"Unappetizing!"

"Blindly pursuing speed and quantity, not only did your rice cakes miss two hundred strokes, the bean paste was not completely broken, and lost its original elasticity and texture. We are going to try the rice cakes from the little girl." Qiu said Taking Feng got up, swayed his huge body, and staggered towards Zhonggutang beside him.

"Daba... This is my dining table... You go and eat yours..." Yu Xin immediately turned around and pressed Qiu Daofeng's big belly firmly, not allowing them to touch his dining table.

"Hehe... Little girl, the more she eats, the more strength she has." Qiu Dao took the wind with a chuckle, walking on legs like concrete pillars, with a big belly and Yu Xin's slender arms could not stand in a stalemate.

You must know that Akimichi Torukaze is a direct disciple of the second generation of Hokage, and a comrade-in-arms of Sarutobi Hiruzen, who can be said to be the number one strongman in Konoha.

"Go away...don't grab my food...uncle big belly..." Yu Xin's feet sank deeply into the soil.

Just then, the bell rang and the game ended.

Fu Jiang immediately looked at the place where the two sides piled up the dishes.

"Don't look at it, you won." Gui Tong smiled very relaxedly.

"Oh, you are really open-minded, but think about it, you are not from Konoha, even if you are kicked out, you are just going home." Fu Jiang's mouth is full of pride.

"But... you have to be careful of this girl..." Gui Tong patted Fu Jiang's shoulder heavily, and passed by.

"Hey, hey, what do you mean... Make it clear! Don't go!" Fu Jiang shouted to no avail, Guitong only gave him back his middle finger.

"Ah... is the game over yet? But I'm not full yet..." Yu Xin rubbed her head.

"Hehe... You are welcome to visit Qiu Dao's house at any time in the future, and the barbecue is enough." Qiu Dao took the wind with a smile, took off a gold medal engraved with the word "food" from his shoulder, and hung it on Yu Xin's neck. The clansmen left the playing field.

"Nani... Isn't this a symbol of the big stomach king inside the Qiudao clan? Why did you give it to an outsider?" The well-informed host was also surprised.

"Gold medal...is it gold? Good Xin, let me take a bite... just a small bite!" Fu Jiang was drooling.

"Bah! This is a gift from Uncle Fat!" Yu Xin put the gold medal in his pocket.

"Don't be so stingy!"

(End of this chapter)