"Ah, so full, so satisfied." Wang Bin ate the last bite of rice soaked in broth, slumped directly into his chair, and let out a happy burp. He rubbed his belly, which felt like it was about to burst. Taking advantage of the time they spent arguing and chatting, he had eaten quite a lot. It was totally worth it.
"Wang Bin, are you a pig?! You didn’t even leave a single drop of broth for me. Even a little bit would have been fine. This is too much!" Gao Haiyang had been arguing with Wu Mingyu and was about to get physical. He couldn’t beat Lu Ziyu and Yan Yifei in a fight, but could he really not beat Wu Mingyu? He was absolutely furious.
Rolling up his sleeves, he was about to rush up and brawl with Wu Mingyu, but upon hearing Wang Bin’s sigh of satisfaction, he turned to look at the completely clean plates without a single drop of broth left. In an instant, he felt that life was full of despair, and he lost all desire to fight.
He rubbed his stomach. He had only been about eighty percent full earlier, and after two rounds of verbal sparring, he felt that the shrimp in his stomach had already been digested. Arguing was truly a waste of physical and mental energy.
He felt he had fallen into a trap. To be precise, the three of them who were arguing had all fallen into a trap, allowing the other three—excluding Gan Lan—to take advantage of the situation.
The three arguers deflated simultaneously. Their expressions synchronized as they looked pitifully toward Chao Zheng and the innocently sitting Gan Lan.
"You’re not full?" Gan Lan was shocked. These three had clearly eaten the most earlier. How much time had passed, and they had already digested it all? This table full of the all-shrimp banquet was enough to feed at least a dozen people. They could really eat too much.
After receiving nods of confirmation from the three, Gan Lan turned to look at Yan Yifei. "You’re not full either?" She subtly glanced at his stomach.
Yan Yifei touched his slightly empty stomach and pursed his lips. "Yeah, I can eat a little bit more."
Gan Lan was speechless. So, this entire table of food had only filled up three people: herself, Wen Ningyue, and Wang Bin.
"Wait a moment. I’ll go get you some rice and see if there’s any stock left." Gan Lan had no choice but to get up and go to the kitchen. She couldn’t let them travel all this way only to return on an empty stomach. However, she was starting to doubt life right now. They really could eat way too much. If calculated by this portion size, did that mean they had never been full when eating with her before? It was unbelievable.
There was actually still some stock left, though the deluxe meat and crab casserole was truly gone. There were probably one or two plates left of the other dishes. Originally, these meals had been prepared for her two days on the spaceship, but now she had to bring them out. The portion prepared for Aunt Yan, however, absolutely could not be touched.
Rejecting the help of the four-person "not-full" squad, Gan Lan went to the kitchen and saw Rong Liqun still busy inside.
"Why didn’t you go eat the all-shrimp banquet?" Gan Lan asked the busy Rong Liqun softly.
"I already ate, and I’m very full. I figured I’d come to the kitchen to clean up and digest my food while I’m at it." Rong Liqun sorted the ingredients into the special ingredient cabinet, then cleared out the discarded spices and packed them into a small bag.
"Is there any use for you to collect these?" Gan Lan asked curiously.
"I like collecting spices. Especially that little bit of lingering fragrance left after they’ve been used—it feels very special."
Hearing this answer, Gan Lan’s mind was full of questions. What a strange hobby, but she didn’t ask any further.
There was indeed still quite a bit of food in the storage boxes. Some were finished, but others still had some left. Gan Lan brought them out for these big eaters.
"Actually, there’s an advantage to you guys only eating the data and not the real food. You won’t get fat~"
Gan Lan comforted the livestream audience, whom she had neglected for a long time, as she walked.
The green of the Qingtuan is really beautiful: [My dear goddess has finally remembered us! Is she talking to us now? I’m not afraid of getting fat. Getting fat to death from eating your delicacies would be totally worth it!]
Dry-Steamed Shumai-mai-mai: [How are those people so lucky? They’ve already eaten a whole table’s worth and can still keep eating. Aren’t they afraid of bursting? Share a little with me; just one shrimp is enough. Streamer, look at this poor child. This poor child wants to get fat to death among the cute shrimp T^T]
Have You Eaten Today: [I want to say that I’m right next door to the Red Demon Star, so can I go next door to watch the finals? But those shrimp on the Red Demon Star are really not tasty. They have little meat, are hard to peel, and are especially vicious. They also reproduce incredibly fast. After going once, I never wanted to go again, but for the goddess, I’ll go one more time.]
Magic Street No. 83: [Goddess, are you finally coming to save our Red Demon Star? Can you really turn those Red Demon Ugly Shrimp and Deceit Fish into delicacies? BOOHOO, you can even handle the stinky Yao Yu, so Red Demon Ugly Shrimp and Deceit Fish should be no problem, right? No matter what, streamer, I still believe in you!]
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"Right now, I can only say that I will go all out. Although I’ve been streaming all day today, I’ve neglected you guys in the meantime. I want to say sorry to you all here. Fortunately, everyone got to eat the all-shrimp banquet. So, that’s it for today’s stream." Holding the temperature-controlled boxes in her left hand, Gan Lan waved goodbye to the livestream with her right hand and ended the stream.
Just as she was about to place the food on the table, she heard Dean Chu calling her.
"Gan Lan, come with me for a moment!" Chu Yuanyi had just thrown a massive fit, specifically warning that Culinary Master who had been spouting nonsense. After scolding the man into submission, he arranged for someone to keep an eye on him, just in case a narrow-minded person like him tried to pull any stunts.
It was truly a headache. He didn’t know how to deal with that person. If he didn’t handle it well, he was afraid it would cause a huge disaster.
Gan Lan told her friends to take the food out and eat it themselves. She then walked over to Chu Yuanyi, whose complexion didn’t look too good, and followed him as they walked further away.
"Dean, did something happen? You don’t look too well."
"Something did happen, but we can handle it. I called you over because I wanted to tell you something. I received news that the competition format for the finals this time might be different from the previous elimination rounds. It could be somewhat difficult, and the teachers won’t be able to provide any help. So, you need to be mentally prepared."
"Different? How is it different? Could it be that we have to catch and forage for ingredients ourselves or something?" Gan Lan was surprised. If it was really like wilderness survival, she felt a bit apprehensive.
"No, the specifics are still unknown, but it’s true that you need to be mentally prepared.
"There’s also some good news. Your instant noodle factory is almost finished. Make a list of the equipment you need, as well as the number of factory robots, and whether you’ve selected a manager..."
Gan Lan nodded as she listened. She had heard that opening a factory was troublesome, and a food factory was even more so. The permits needed, the type of talent required, the kinds of robots, and so on—it made her head spin just listening to it. She truly was not good at these things.
Although these matters gave her a headache, how much time had actually passed for the factory to be built? This was way too fast and efficient, wasn’t it? She had thought she’d have to wait for several months. Now, it had been less than half a month, and it was almost done. She had to admit the importance of advanced technology; the efficiency was simply too high!
If this were in her original world, she would absolutely never believe that a massive factory could be built in just over half a month.
She should just leave these headache-inducing matters to her friends. Out of her six friends, there had to be at least one who was good at management...