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“Gulp.” The small juvenile dragon lifted the plate and, in one go, dumped all of the bitter Fran fruits into her mouth, her cloth-covered tail waving behind her.

“??? Ehh?” The young master obviously hadn’t fully reacted to what happened. He glanced at the empty plate in front of him and then at the girl licking the corner of her lips, obviously unsatisfied and seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

“Whose wild child is this?” The butler said, a frown on his brow.

“Gulp, gulp, this isn’t even enough to fill the cracks in my teeth. Hey, hey?! What are you doing?” Before Mo Li had the chance to make any more complaints, she felt her entire body being lifted into the sky.

“Whose child is this, and why is she making trouble?” The butler picked up Mo Li by her collar with great displeasure, as if he were picking up a small chick. To his surprise, this small girl was weirdly heavy, and carrying her was a little tiring.

“Hey, put, put me down, I’s hungry…” A plate of unknown fruits wasn’t filling at all, and Mo Li was about ready to swallow the entire plate whole.

“Mr. Butler, wait a second, but put the child down first.” The young master’s eyes lit up as if he had come up with a great business idea. “Little girl, you sure can eat a lot.” Observing the empty plate, the rich young master was amazed. ‘Put simply, Fran fruits are just astringent-tasting wild fruits. To be able to gulp them down like that without batting an eye, this kid might be a talent.’ The young master didn’t mind the fact this brat suddenly appeared but began thinking whether he could use this as an opportunity to make some money. “Child, are you full?”

With his plan in mind, the young master questioned Mo Li, while beaming with a smile. Although Mo Li’s appearance obviously showed that she was one of the wild children from the slums, it didn’t stop the young master from communicating with her in a business-like tone. He didn’t care about what this kid looked like and, as such, subconsciously ignored the headscarf on her head.

“Full? Tsk, with these lousy fruits, I don’t even feel anything after eating them.” Mo Li rubbed her small belly while expressing her feelings, causing the young master to furrow his brows imperceptibly.

‘No wonder she’s a kid from the slums; when talking, she has no reserve at all.’ “Oh, is that so? Well, child, since these fruits weren’t enough, do you want to eat something more delicious?” Although the young master felt inner disdain, he didn’t show it. After briefly thinking it over, he shifted his gaze over to the temporary stage.

“More delicious?” Mo Li’s face lit up after being let down, her jewel-like eyes blinking fervently. “Is it grilled meat?”

“What’s some grilled meat, more delicious than that.” The young master smiled meaningfully, then gestured toward the stage. “Look, anything on that stage is yours to enjoy, as long as you can fit it in your belly.”

“For real?!” Mo Li was overjoyed, then suddenly, as if remembering something, she reached into her pocket and voiced nervously, “But, I don’t have any money.”

“Don’t worry, you needn’t pay a cent. In fact, if you can become the person who eats the most, there’s even money to be earned.”

“How could there be such a good deal?!”

“Certainly so, on the condition that you can eat enough. See that black uncle up there? He’s Fran City’s consecutive three-time Hog—no, I mean, Big Stomach King champion. If you can eat more than him, then money isn’t a problem.” The young master idly played with his fingers, although he harbored no anticipation of this child securing the trophy, this strategy promised significant profitability. “So, what do you think? Do you need to contemplate some more?”

“I want to do it!”

“Alright, Mr. Butler, go add another name to the competition. Also, start up a bet, you know the odds.”

“Certainly, young master.” The butler harbored numerous doubts but refrained from posing them. Shortly after, Mo Li was escorted to the stage by the competition’s staff, just in time to witness the black uncle flaunting his muscles.

“Estarossa, Estarossa!” The audience resounded with fervent chants of the big man’s name from beneath the stage, satisfying the vanity of this muscle-flexing giant. Then, he noticed a child, not even reaching the height of his waist, obediently approaching his side.

“? Who’s child is this? This is the big stomach king competition; how did this little kid get up here.”

“Mr. Estarossa, this um, uh, little sister here is also a competitor.”

“Huh?” The black uncle was momentarily stunned before bursting into laughter. “Couldn’t find any competitors, huh? Just randomly grabbing any hunk would do, or are you trying to enhance the impact of the event?”

“Umm… this is the competition organizer’s arrangement.”

“Alright, whatever you guys decide then.” Estarossa shrugged; regardless, it didn’t affect him. All he had to do was have a meal, take the money, and leave. The surprise wasn’t limited to Estarossa; the audience below the stage also couldn’t fathom where the organizer had discovered this little kid.

The competition then proceeded as usual, with simple introductions. The crowd enthusiastically engaged in betting, and naturally, Black Bread Estarossa received the most bets. Most people wagered that he could once again secure the trophy. In contrast, when it came to those betting on Mo Li, no one believed that a character like her could make a mark in the competition. Consequently, no one placed bets on her. However, it’s worth noting that some individuals, like the young master who had orchestrated this, did bet on her.

Estarossa stood proudly on the stage, relishing the attention of the crowd. In his perception, this was merely having a meal, and when it came to eating, no one in the entirety of Fran City could surpass him – a fact he was confident in. However, as the competition commenced, he began to sense that something was amiss. The audience’s line of sight seemed off; they weren’t focused on him but on something beside him. “?!What??” Following the audience’s gaze, Estarossa’s two eyes widened in surprise.

Grilled meat, soup, meatloaf, buns… nom, nom, nom. Mo Li was completely absorbed in her feast, oblivious to everything else. Never noticing that the stares of the audience were fixated on her, forgetting to even blink. Her eating prowess resembled an ox plowing through the ground – any area she swept over left not even a speck of food behind. When devouring the grilled meat and chicken, not even the bones were spared. As she drank soup, the bowls were almost consumed along with the broth. The audience observed in sheer disbelief, their only thought echoing: ‘Can a human eat like this?’

“What a kid,” the young master exclaimed in surprise as he watched from below the stage. He really stumbled upon quite the talent. Estarossa, who had just recovered from his initial shock, refocused and began hurriedly stuffing his face. He refused to believe he could lose to some random kid from who-knows-where. However, no matter how voraciously he ate, the audience’s attention never returned to him. The girl’s performance was simply too bewildering. With such a small body, the sight of her swallowing those large pieces of meat whole was unimaginable. Is her stomach made of steel? Or was it connected to a void? Then seeing the girl already finished the plates of food on her table, Estarossa collapsed.