After the ten bowls of noodles were served, the boss placed the timer on the table.
"Sir, the snail noodles are ready. You can start the challenge at any time."
Wang Ye took a deep breath, the sour and pungent smell of the bamboo shoots and the spicy aroma of red oil instantly flooded his nostrils.
He glanced sideways around. At this moment, there were already several customers watching Wang Ye with interest, seemingly intending to watch the show. A few passers-by also gathered outside, raising their phones to record videos.
"Ten bowls of snail noodles, that looks like quite a lot."
"This young man looks pretty sturdy, but I guess he probably won't be able to finish it all."
"Honestly, I've watched for so many days and haven't seen anyone succeed. This portion is really quite unreasonable."
"I hope this young man knows when to quit, being overstuffed is quite uncomfortable."
"Honey, why don't you try the challenge later? It looks fun."
