A lucky cat fell from the sky.

Chapter 31 My mindset and stomach were both exploding.

When Jin Wanliang saw that he had been caught by Wu Cheng, he said with a stern face, "It's just a lousy bun from you, what's the big deal?"

"You're not right about that. These buns are delicious, but I paid for them. You didn't pay for them, and now you're eating them. What are you going to do about it?"

Wu Cheng looked every bit the shrewd businessman.

Jin Wanliang sighed: "How about I give you a gold ingot, meow?"

"One gold ingot? Do you think you can heal the wounds in my heart by spending one gold ingot?" Wu Cheng looked heartbroken.

"So what do you want, meow? It's just a steamed bun, meow, you don't have to act like this, meow?"

"This isn't about steamed buns; it's about the trust between people, or rather, between people and cats. Once that trust is broken, how difficult it is to rebuild it."

"Just tell me the solution."

"Ten yuan coins, you can eat as much as you want, no limit."

Jin Wanliang sighed: "I'm a little disappointed in you. You're such a stingy cat. You only want ten gold ingots. Is it really worth going to so much trouble?"

Wu Cheng was speechless at Jin Wanliang's contempt.

Petty?

Okay, that is indeed a bit petty.

Having finally caught a golden treasure once, and only asking for ten gold ingots, why shouldn't I take a hundred gold ingots?

It only takes 66 gold coins to upgrade from Iron to Bronze. Although you can't upgrade now, it still costs 100 gold coins each time. After deducting daily expenses, you have enough gold coins to upgrade the system.

But there's no going back in this world.

Wu Cheng had no choice but to withdraw from his conversation with Jin Wanliang and begin frantically chasing after the items, one drawer at a time.

The three big eaters had already put a two-basket gap between themselves and Wu Cheng.

But Wu Cheng's eating speed was something they could never match.

They struggled to eat the two steamers of buns, but Wu Cheng made it sound like nothing was wrong.

When he picked up the third drawer, the guillotine panicked a little.

At this point, the guillotine could no longer cut.

But he was unwilling to give up, so he desperately stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth.

Then a hissing sound was heard.

What's broken?

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound, which was a trash can.

The trash can, which claims to accept all kinds of waste—dry waste, wet waste, recyclable waste, and hazardous waste—stood up awkwardly at this moment.

His clothes were torn.

And he couldn't eat anything anymore.

The host glanced at his competition stats and announced loudly, "The 'Trash Can' contestant has eaten nineteen trays and four buns."

As soon as this was announced, the meat grinder stopped and stopped eating.

For a woman, her achievement of nineteen trays and five buns is quite remarkable.

After the results were announced, everyone's attention turned to Wu Cheng and the dog-head guillotine.

Dog Head Guillotine's current score is 19 drawers and 3 points. With just a little more effort, he can surpass the third-place finisher.

But his goal was to be number one; only by winning number one could he eat free steamed buns and have money to spend for a year. Wu Cheng suddenly interfered and ruined his plans.

He decided that even if he was bursting with hunger, he would teach Wu Cheng a bloody lesson.

When Wu Cheng reached the nineteenth and third serving, he was actually quite relaxed, but he encountered a problem.

That's when Jin Wanliang gets angry.

When I put buns in the cat house, it was quite happy. But after it had eaten its fill, it found the constant feeding of buns in the cat house a bit of an eyesore.

Cats have different temperaments than dogs.

There's a saying that dogs worship their owners like gods, while cats see their owners as gods. This difference in self-perception determines their completely different attitudes towards their owners.

Jin Wanliang is such a capricious cat. If it finds something in the way, it won't allow Wu Cheng to put steamed buns in the cat house anymore.

So Wu Cheng and the guillotine are actually on the same starting line now.

Wu Cheng managed to eat one steamed bun.

Even Doghead Guillotine managed to eat one bun.

Wu Cheng struggled to eat a steamed bun, while Dog Head Guillotine also frowned and ate one.

Wu Cheng would slowly grind away one bun at a time, while the dog-head guillotine would slowly stuff a bun into a belly that had no space at all.

Now both of them have reached the level of six out of nineteen drawers.

Wu Cheng picked up the steamed bun, but he couldn't eat it anymore. He held the bun in his hand and looked at the guillotine.

The guillotine's belly was about to explode, but they said they'd rather not steam buns than lose face.

He was the one who provoked Wu Cheng earlier, but now that things have come to this crucial moment, he has to eat one even if he can't eat anymore.

With a determined look, he shoved the steamed bun in his mouth.

There was a loud cracking sound.

It sounded like a balloon bursting. Everyone looked around for the source of the sound and then they saw Dog Head Guillotine clutching its stomach and slowly collapsing.

A gash appeared on the top of his stomach, and blood and fat were flowing out.

Wu Cheng had heard people say before that someone had eaten so much that their stomach burst.

I've always thought that was an exaggerated metaphor.

It's unbelievable that someone actually ate themselves to the point of bursting.

Chaos erupted on the field.

"Call an ambulance!" someone shouted.

An ambulance was called immediately.

Medical staff arrived quickly, but then they faced another problem: the guillotine was too heavy, weighing over 300 pounds and covered in oil.

There was nowhere to help lift him up.

A normal stretcher simply couldn't support him.

What's worse is that this guillotine is still bleeding profusely. With this amount of blood, it's unlikely to even make it to the hospital; it would probably be drained before it even leaves Zhang Fei Baozi Shop.

Everyone was at a loss.

Wu Cheng was the same.

In truth, he was also internally devastated.

Without my involvement, this dog-headed guillotine wouldn't have ended up like this. It was my appearance that pushed him beyond the limits of a glutton, causing him to eat himself to the point of exploding.

Wu Cheng only wanted to win, but he didn't want anyone to die.

The organizers of the competition also didn't want anyone to die. They wanted to use the Golden Bun Competition to build popularity, and if someone died, would they still be able to do business?

The competition organizer cried out, his voice trembling with tears, "Can anyone save him? If you can save his life, we're willing to offer a lifetime free gold card to Zhang Fei's Steamed Bun Shop."

The steamed buns at Zhang Fei Baozi Shop are indeed quite delicious; often you have to wait for a table.

If you had a gold card like this, you could dine in the private rooms here for the rest of your life, which would be a great privilege.

Despite the good treatment, no one could save the fat man.

Not only could no one save his life, but no one could even move this fat man.

At this moment, Jin Wanliang spoke up: "If you really want to save him, I can help you come up with an idea."

"Is there any way?" Wu Cheng asked hurriedly.

"Didn't you open the newbie gift pack, meow? There's a bottle of blood-replenishing pills in there, meow. Give this fat guy one, and his blood will be restored."