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If it were a male host, he would dare to say so much "nonsense".

Then the audience would surely be full of curses and insults. Even when the match reached its climax, very few people were watching.

If he didn't sound good, then what did it have to do with him who won the championship?

The other party could give him some of the money?

Of course not.

The reason they were so enthusiastic was simply because they wanted to make Lin Ziwei more popular. To these crazy fans, there was nothing more important than their goddess' smile — — "NO1, good!"

The battle was on the verge of breaking out. None of the three competitors dared to slack off in the slightest. One by one, they picked up the roasted chicken on their table. The difficulty of this stage had increased yet again.

The host had prepared thirty freshly roasted chickens for everyone to eat. The roasted chickens were steaming hot, and when placed in their mouths, it would definitely be called 'sour'!

These chickens are specially used for Chongqing's "hotpot base"

He had prepared it meticulously and the taste was exquisite. It was said that he could make people cry for their parents!

According to official tests, this "spicy chicken"

The heat from the chili concoction was enough to kill a cow, and these chickens were also known as the "Stunning Chicken", which was also known as the chili concoction.

"What the f * * k!"

"This is really great …"

Du Lei tore off a piece of chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth. Immediately, goosebumps appeared on his eyes, and the smell of chili began to surge violently on his tongue like a runaway horse.

Thus, he revealed an intoxicated expression. The cameraman immediately gave him a big close-up of the other two contestants. "When the other two contestants' eyes were filled with tears, our contestant No.18 revealed a contented and intoxicated expression. Once again, I had to express my sincere admiration to her."

"This spicy chicken must be known to everybody - it is so perverted and spicy that no one can stand it. And contestant number eighteen, he can actually remain expressionless, could it be that he wants to win the championship?! "

Lin Ziwei's voice could not help but increase by a few notches. Zhou Ji, who was standing below the stage, immediately stood up, feeling uneasy.

To him, these four words were a nightmare that was about to come.

If he lost this fifty million, he wouldn't even be able to go home and pull his father's pants. Seeing Du Lei's outstanding performance, his heart would be at his throat.

However, he could not go back on his word. Although he was a true popinjay, he was determined to keep his face. He would never break his promise. This was the only advantage he had. However, from the looks of it … He was just a freaking idiot.

"Urlal, you have to do your best —"

Zhou Ji stood up and shouted loudly. The world was his family's property, and this person was called "Ural"

The Africans were the "secret weapons."

Yes, that's right. It was that big-mouthed man who ate buns like he was drinking soup.

"Don't worry, young master."

"Ural is the man who eats the best in the world, and I read from the information that he eats chilies as if they were food. The more spicy they are, the more excited he is."

"In this match, he has the absolute advantage."

An elderly in fine robes, who was sitting next to Zhou Ji and holding onto a few pearls in his hand, spoke out a reminder.

"Uncle Zhou — I am still worried. If we lose, both of us will be punished when we go back. You should know my father's temper."

Zhou Ji deeply sighed, his face revealing a look of anxiety.

Even before the results of the match were revealed, he was already regretting his decision.

On the stage, although Ural was very good at eating spicy dishes, he was already sweating profusely. Furthermore, his tears flowed incessantly. It was obvious that he would not be able to hold on for much longer.

The competition went on for five minutes, and he only ate ten chickens. To ordinary people, this was already considered very 'terrifying'.

Yes, but for a trained 'professional foodie'.

This is clearly not enough.

On the other side, Du Lei was eating very leisurely, and was already far ahead of the two of them. Even until now, he had already eaten 15 chickens, but his stomach was still protesting — — The cameraman continued to give Du Lei a close-up of him, thus, this fellow winked at him without any sort of morals, "Hey, it seems like this spicy chicken is not hot enough, I can't even taste the chili … …"

"Bad rating, bad rating."

As he mumbled, he ate the chicken and stuffed a chicken leg into his mouth. In the blink of an eye, he spat out a bare bone.

The cameraman immediately felt unusually speechless. He finally understood what was meant by posturing. If this spicy chicken wasn't considered spicy?

So what else is spicy?

Du Lei ate happily, the picture of the overlord on his chest was faintly discernable under his clothes, and it emitted a weak light — — The more he ate, the more the picture seemed a bit more realistic.

He could feel a warm current slowly flowing from his chest to his limbs and bones. He had been tired out from eating all this food.

But at this moment, it was filled with power.

Then, there came another protest from his stomach, as if to say, "I'm hungry, I'm going to starve to death."

Du Lei looked at the leftover roasted chicken on the table, then activated the gluttonous mode. It looked like a gluttonous meal, as though he was possessed, and the liquid crystal display once again displayed Du Lei's appearance — Shocked!

Zhou Ji who was below the stage suddenly looked like he was struck by lightning, his face ashen.

He knew that he had struck it big this time. This country bumpkin was simply not a human, he was just like a hungry ghost reincarnated.

"Du Lei, oh! "Awesome!"

He Ruyue cried out in joy, she wanted to go up and hug Du Lei and kiss him, this guy was giving her too much face.

If Du Lei knew that He Ruyue was thinking of this, he would definitely be overjoyed.

had won a total of thirty chickens, but in just fifteen minutes, he had eaten them all, leaving the other two participants far behind.

Before Lin Ziwei even finished her sentence, Wu Lal was already fuming with anxiety. He sprayed out a nosebleed that was like a sharp sword, as tears streamed down his face, and he immediately fainted.

Du Lei laughed as he received the award certificate. To be honest, being born in this world, this was the first time he had ever received an award, but he actually took the annual foodie prize — — As was his usual practice, he righteously delivered his acceptance speech: "Here, I want to first thank our great motherland, thank you CCTV, thank you Rong City Television, thank you every fan who supported me — —"