My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

Qiao Mu looked over curiously. The chap who people were pointing fingers at only looked to be around 27 or 28 years old.

Even though his face looked like it would blend into a crowd, his gaze was exceptionally piercing.

"Hey, Wang Yan, why have you come?" A busybody jibed, "The president of the Pill House's Weixi Branch has given an absolute order prohibiting you from participating in the Mantou Festival anymore. What's wrong with you? You're ignoring the president's words?"

Everyone around him roared with laughter.

"Perhaps Wang Yan is thinking of getting first place. After all, he was only half a step away from it last year."

"Isn't that right. Last year's first place ate 818 mantou, while Wang Yan ate 799…"

"Hahaha, but last year's first place died the next day!"

"Yeah, that's right. We told him not to risk it, yet he dismissed our experience!"

"Wang Yan, you only had a third of his digestive pills last year. That was the reason you lost. Did you prepare enough pills this year?"

"Hey, aren't you kidding. Didn't we say he's not qualified to participate!"

"Oh my, that's right. After all, the biggest sponsor of this Mantou Festival is our Pill House's Weixi Branch. If not for the Weixi Branch sponsoring the prize money and herbs every year, this Mantou Festival wouldn't be so successful year after year."

This equated to the Weixi Branch investing money into a function every year to spread its reputation. Frankly speaking, these resources simply meant nothing to the Weixi Branch.

Everybody was eyeing Wang Yan with schadenfreude. Their thrill-seeking was ill-intentioned.

However, this chap was as composed as an old monk sitting in meditation. It was impossible to discern any superfluous expression from his face. He walked toward the point of the contest amongst everyone's mocking and jeering.

"Pill Alchemist He has come! Pill Alchemist He." Someone's shout stirred up the crowd.

In contrast to their insults toward Wang Yan, there was no one who didn't fawn on that young, handsome, and elegant Pill Alchemist He. "Pill Alchemist He has also come to participate this time around."

"Wow, this warrior behind Pill Alchemist He looks very strong. He must be able to eat 30 mantou at one go."

"This year's top prize will certainly belong to Pill Alchemist He!"

Qiao Mu: …

Can you people be even more freakin' shameless? She didn't come here to watch you guys toady each other and speak nonsense.

The little lady's expression was taut as she shouted irritably at the referees on the other side. "Are you people competing or not? You're spouting so much nonsense that it'll soon be time for lunch!"

It was so annoying how they had to dawdle for a simple task.

Everyone: …

The little lady was squeezed among a sea of bobbing heads, so no one could really see her even when they turned around.

The MC of the Mantou Festical was a middle-aged man. He held an amplifier mystic tool and cleared his throat. "Okay, I believe everybody can barely wait. Our Mantou Festival officially commences now. It is separated into two events."

"All of today will be the mantou-eating contest. Everybody knows the rules, so I won't go into the details. In short, you get one point for every mantou you eat during the designated time period. You get a bonus 100 points if you find a pill in your mantou."

"The second event tomorrow is the mantou-wrapping contest!"

"The requirement this time is that the pill inside the mantou must be an antidote pill. The organizers will bring out 30 people afflicted by different kinds of poison symptoms. You get 10 points for every person you save. The person with the highest grand total for these two events wins!"