My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

The little lady: …

She had the feeling that this contest was organized just for laughs.

Just keep the pill contest a pill contest. Why did you have to make people eat mantou? Not only that, they had to eat that many mantou. Someone even died from eating too much last year!

Were the pills going to lose their efficacy if they weren't inside the mantou?

No way José!

"Hey, there's even a second event this year. Seems like this contest is getting more and more complex!"

"Yeah, yeah. I remember it was still purely a mantou-eating contest five or six years ago. Several rich families from the city jointly hosted it to support the poor. The prize money was five thousand spirit currency!"

"Right, right. I also remember that they at most added some chili oil inside the mantou, making several young chaps yelp from the spiciness."

"Things have changed, things have changed."

"Ever since the Weixi Branch took over organizing it, it's become more and more lively! It's also progressing more toward a pill contest."

"That's right. Weixi Branch's prize money right now is 50 thousand! It's been multiplied by 10 times, with precious herbs as a reward. How can pill alchemists not scramble to win!"

"I'm telling you, this is the cleverness of the Weixi Branch. They can canvass capable pill alchemists by hosting such an event. Generally people who are invited will also join the pill house as a matter of course. They aren't as tactless as Wang Yan, whom the Pill House even blacklisted in the end."

"Besides, those rich pill alchemists don't need to compete themselves. For example, didn't Pill Alchemist He just find a big simpleton to compete for him? He only needs to provide good-quality digestion pills for that bloke to last 'til the end!"

"The pill alchemist who got first place last year was cuckoo to compete himself, losing his life in the end."

"I don't think the pill alchemist was cuckoo. He was just too oddly overconfident in himself."

"Hahahahaha!" Everyone broke into guffaws.

The contest started amongst everyone's noisy discussion.

With Fang Su and the guards' assistance, Qiao Mu pulled Crown Prince Mo over to the front of the crowd to spectate this novel activity.

More than a hundred people were competing. They were divided into 10 plus groups. There was a referee in each group diligently recording each person's numbers in a booklet.

Qiao Mu still had the feeling that this was a group of loonies doing foolish things.

Suddenly, a fat young man shouted in exhiliration as he spat out mantou bits and raised his right hand high. "Pill! A pill! A pill! A pill!!"

"F*ck, someone got a pill right at the start today."

The middle-aged man emceeing revealed a honeyed smile. "There isn't only one pill in today's contest! You will get 100 points every time you find a pill. Good luck everyone!"

After he said this, the group of people munching on mantou went berserk. They lunged into the mantou pile and held one in each hand, stuffing them crazily into their mouths.

Each of the referees on the side had to watch ten plus people. They could only run back and forth while reporting enthusiastically, "This Contestant No. 3 is already eating his 18th mantou! This Contestant No. 9 is even more amazing. He is already on his 22nd mantou! Oh!! My heavens, everyone look quickly! This Contestant No. 16 is nearly at his limit. He's starting to take digestion pills!!"

Qiao Mu: …

"Pfft." Mo Lian couldn't help cracking up.

Qiao Mu's lips lifted up as she watched this comedic scene. In the end, she couldn't resist laughing out loud.