Chapter 671: The Big Stomach King Competition
"Alexander, look! A competition, the Big Stomach King Competition!"
Alexander immediately hit the brakes and parked the car under the banner of the Big Stomach King Competition.
The couple excitedly looked at the competition rules.
This is a newly opened steamed bun shop that held the Big Stomach King Competition to establish its brand. Anyone who can eat, regardless of age or gender, can participate.
There are three prizes set for this competition, with the first prize amounting to one hundred thousand dollars. The second prize is ten thousand dollars, and the third prize is a reward of one hundred steamed buns.
The couple wasn't interested in the money; they were interested in the steamed buns.
Since it was a Big Stomach King Competition, it was surely an unlimited supply of steamed buns to eat!
If their twelve little buns from home were to participate...
The couple exchanged glances and without a second thought, immediately registered their twelve sons.
The owner of the steamed bun shop had just hung up the banner, and no one had registered for the competition yet.
Suddenly, there were twelve participants, making everyone happy.
There were only twenty slots available, and now more than half were taken.
After registration, Alexander asked the owner of the steamed bun shop, "When does the competition start?"
The steamed bun shop owner said, "There are a total of twenty slots, once all the participants arrive, the competition will start on that day."
"Well, that's easy!" Alexander immediately wrote down the names of Blake's eight brothers.
Neither more nor less, exactly twenty.
He clapped his hands and said, "Let's have the competition tonight. With these twenty people, I'll assemble them whenever necessary. Can your steamed buns keep up?"
"Tonight..."
The steamed bun shop owner thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes, I've already steamed fifty baskets of buns here, and I'll steam another fifty now."
"A total of one hundred baskets?" Alexander was immediately disappointed. These few buns wouldn't be enough for the kids to eat.
The steamed bun shop owner thought Alexander was scared of the quantity and smiled, saying, "Hehe, scared, aren't you? Don't worry, only fifty baskets will be used for the competition, and the other fifty are for sale.
Think about it! When the competition starts, there will surely be many people watching, even reporters interviewing. At that time, many people will be tempted and rush to buy the buns on the spot. So, you don't have to worry about having too many leftover buns!"
Worry about having too many leftovers? He's worried about not having enough to eat, okay?
Alexander's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "I recommended skilled contestants to you. I'm afraid even a hundred baskets of buns won't be enough!"
"Impossible?" The steamed bun shop owner widened his eyes.
"My steamers are big, not like those small ones in other shops that only have six or eight buns per basket. In my shop, each basket can steam fifty buns, so a hundred baskets would be 5000 buns.
Even if these twenty people are all big eaters, each person would only have an average of 250 buns. Let me tell you, the most amazing big eater in the world, KK, can only eat 102 buns at a time. Are the people you recommended even better than KK?"
Ivy asked earnestly, "102 buns, how many tables of food is that equivalent to? My son can eat eleven tables of food in one meal!"
Eleven tables of food...
The steamed bun shop owner was dumbfounded, weakly...
"May I ask, how old is your son?"
"He's about four years old!"
Four years old...maybe...
It's uncertain!
Is this woman's mind normal?
The boss of the steamed bun shop looked at Alexander with suspicion.
Alexander chuckled, "Ivy, that's 11 tables for 12 people. Each person will only eat less than a table. Don't scare the boss."
Upon hearing this, the boss of the steamed bun shop immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Alright, you go and inform everyone. I'll steam the buns now. The competition will start at 8 o'clock tonight, sharp. If anyone doesn't come, they forfeit!"
"Don't worry, I'll definitely come on time!" Alexander patted his chest and said.
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