Once everyone else had gone down, Shi Yuhuai, sitting alone in the stands, was greeted by a punishment game just for him.
It was simple—it was a bet.
"Brother Huai, you have to pick someone now. Among the ones who carry one-third of a basin of water from the starting point to the finish line, whoever uses the shortest time—if you bet on the right person, everything's fine. If you bet wrong, your dinner tonight will be nothing but a bowl of mung bean porridge, and all the other dishes will be taken away."
Shi Yuhuai: "I can eat by myself."
The staffer kept smiling: "Tonight's dinner has Eight-Treasure Duck, roast goose, braised chicken in brown sauce, hot and sour radish soup, lotus leaf sticky rice chicken, steamed pork with rice flour… and you all have to film a vlog while eating and upload it. We heard from your assistant you had a lot of snacks this afternoon, so we really will take the dishes away. And once dinner's over, you won't find anything else to eat around here."
