Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 10: Lava [Complete]

1283: Meat, Meat, Meat!

The group's gazes wandered and collided for a while until a young man finally spoke up. He looked like he couldn't be more than twenty-five, with an ordinary appearance, but his hair and eyebrows were dazzling white, without a hint of the usual iron-gray color that comes with age. "Let's not rush to start. Everyone should think about what questions to ask. The more information we have now, the easier it will be to act during the activity," he suggested.

The grand prize leaned close to Lin Sanjiu's ear and whispered a few words. Lin Sanjiu glanced at him before turning to the chef to ask, "How long does it usually take for your hands to tire? After your hands get tired, do you stop immediately?"

It was a critical question; she didn't know why the grand prize wouldn't ask it himself.

"Good question," Greene, who seemed straightforward, praised her immediately.

"Hmm, that's hard to say," the chef pondered for a few seconds before answering. "Sometimes I get tired after five minutes, and other times it takes an hour... However, when my hands tire, I'll warn you and hold on for a few more minutes. But I can't hold on for more than a few minutes after my hands tire."

In other words, there would be a warning a few minutes before the barbecue time was over.

"Before you collect four pieces of meat..." The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who envied the grand prize hesitated before asking, "Are there any restrictions?"

The chef tapped the barbecue grill with the shovel, making a clanging sound that startled everyone. "You ask a good question, kid," he laughed. "Thanks for reminding me. I almost forgot! If your plate already has four pieces of meat, you can't take a fifth one."

Indeed, there were hidden messages. The first step in Beach Barbecue seemed to be to extract the complete rules from this forgetful chef's mouth.

The boy was taken aback. "What if the four pieces of meat are not the same...?"

"You have to eat the different types of meat on your plate before coming to me for another piece. You can't throw them away, give them to others, or put them in your pocket. You must eat them yourself," the chef shrugged nonchalantly. "I barbecue so hard to make everyone happy. If you don't eat them and leave them on your plate, what's the point?"

Eating the meat provided by this suspicious pocket dimension in such a manner was a bit stomach-churning. At this moment, the grand prize approached again. Being shorter than Lin Sanjiu, he had to tiptoe a bit to whisper, and she wondered what made him go through all this trouble. "Sis, ask him how many pieces of meat there are in total."

Lin Sanjiu scanned the other villa residents and found that most were paying attention to the chef. She cleared her throat and asked the grand prize's question.

"One hundred pieces," the chef replied.

Even if the grand prize had not said anything, Lin Sanjiu could feel him freeze momentarily, as if he were surprised by the number.

'One hundred divided by four, isn't that exactly twenty-five? Does this mean there are 25 sets of identical meat in the bag...? This number seems quite reasonable.'

While Lin Sanjiu was thinking about the numbers, the villa residents started whispering and raising questions such as 'the order of taking the meat' and 'how the chef's influence is restricted.'

"Haven't I told you already? You can decide the order however you want, as long as you don't take meat consecutively," the chef sounded impatient as he slapped his thigh. "How about this! I'll give you some restrictions so you'll know what you can and can't do."