Famine 230: Aoo
by Cristae In the eyes of later generations, the widespread implementation of [Digestion Feed] was one of the major turning points in the farm’s explosive growth period.
This single system announcement bore tremendous significance. It meant that, under the exploration and leadership of the second-generation farm owner, Si Zhiyan, the farm creations had finally reached a new echelon—a universal, diverse food supply capable of providing equivalent enhancements across the board.
This change, for army-scale group operations, heralded a qualitative leap.
Zhong Yanqing and her team, as a result, were immortalized in human history.
Many historians of the future have speculated about the scene when Ms. Zhong Yanqing first heard the system’s announcement—at such a glorious late autumn, she, as a figure of wisdom, must have been exceedingly busy, surely fighting to overcome some difficult challenge. What was she thinking? Did she sense humanity’s future in that moment? Did she realize this was an achievement vast enough to echo through the ages? Did her eyes glimpse the dawn of a new civilization…?
Yet, in that instant, in that future-legendary private dining room—
Everyone paused mid-chew, turning to look at Zhong Yanqing.
Zhong Yanqing stared blankly for two seconds.
She turned her head, frame by frame like a malfunctioning robot, and stared at the mountainous pile of fragrant crabs on the table.
Zhong Yanqing: “……”
Zhong Yanqing: “…………”
Gulp. Wang Jianguo swallowed a mouthful of garlic vermicelli shrimp, glanced regretfully at the food, and tried to break the silence, “Uh…”
“If it really upsets you… maybe we should just clear the dishes? Just have some cold tofu strips and scallions with paste, maybe a couple drinks instead?”
For someone who couldn’t eat, this news truly was a bit cruel…
Silence!!
In the next instant, a rush of heat and an earth-shaking crash rattled the entire box—startling diners outside, who all craned their necks to see.
Zhong Yanqing was pinned before the table by Nidhogg, struggling so violently her fighting and howling could be heard far across the canteen:
“Bullshit!! Say that again!!”
“I’d like to see ANYONE dare take these away!!!”
“I haven’t even had a bite yet!!!”
“Hey bastard over there! Put that last crab down, nowww—!!!”
Playing the “bastard,” Anderson flinched and backed away by half a centimeter, meekly returning the last giant crab to the center of the plate.
“Let me go! Let me eat! Give it here! Hurry up, give it here!!”
Wang Jianguo was so scared his tiger-stripes bristled; he hurried over with the plate: “Here you go, here you go! No one’s clearing anything, eat as much as you want…”
“Hey, no starting fires in the room!”
“Why did she get so worked up?”
“Shit! Hold her down, hold her down!”
“……”
With a chaotic clatter of hands, the private room was a whirlwind of flying steam—Nidhogg barely managed to keep her restrained…
Outside the room, patrons glanced at each other, mystified.
Staff and servers of the first canteen clustered at the door, equally at a loss.
After all, this was the Xubei team’s private box—every player inside was a top-tier, and if anything went wrong, no one could stop them.
After some shuffling and mutual nudges, the boldest manager was chosen and timidly cracked the door open:
“Uh, excuse me, everyone…”
Before he could finish, the sight left him stunned.
By the looks of it, someone had worked hard to protect the ceiling—the crystal chandelier still hung. Yet all around, chairs, benches, and tables had been overturned, top players sprawled in exhaustion, claw marks and scalds dotted about from beasts and boiling steam…
But chaos aside, somehow the table was perfectly intact—not a single dish harmed.
Like a knight, Zhong Yanqing sat proudly at the head, clutching a huge chunk of white crab leg and flesh, slathered in crab roe and vinegar, gnawing like it were a drumstick. With her right hand, she slammed the table: “Just in time!”
The manager’s shoulders leapt. Then, in her chivalrous voice, she barked:
“Hello! We’re adding more dishes!”
Flipping through the menu, she said,
“One asparagus sautéed with scallops, one giant oyster omelet, one porridge with crab roe and pork, one plate of fried soft-shell crab, marinated lobster, salt-baked giant mitten crab, typhoon shelter spicy crab legs, cheesy baked crab treasure, garlic vermicelli grilled oysters, dry pot tofu with scallops and crab roe, dry pot spicy king prawn, spicy tomato seafood pasta with cheese, iced yellow wine and mitten crab, tofu stuffed with minced scallop…”
The manager grew increasingly bewildered, glancing down at his notes and back up at Zhong Yanqing.
After meticulously reciting dozens of dishes, she finally snapped the menu shut: “Good! That’s all for now. Thank you.”
She’ll keep ordering?
Was Shi He going to ask—
Nidhogg quickly clapped a hand over his mouth. Everyone—Wang Jianguo included—nodded feverishly: “Yeah, keep ordering if you need, as much as you like!”
Soon, succulent, glistening dishes arrived one after another, filling the room…
And thus, Zhong Yanqing’s eyes brimmed with imagery of fat, gold-roe-filled crabs—a vision of radiant culinary future…
………
……
Truthfully, it wasn’t wasteful at all; these seafoods really were addictive—anyone whose body could handle it wanted at least a taste.
For people like Shi He or Anderson, the meal was enough. For eaters like Wang Jianguo, he was always just short a bite.
The joy of eating with company is being able to order everything you want.
And with the canteen open 24 hours, they ate for half the night—hours on end.
Eventually, several waves of diners came and went. The servers changed shifts. The night deepened. Everyone was so full they couldn’t fit in another mouthful of crab roe… Only then did the feast end.
None dared leave the mess for the wait staff—they all cleaned up after themselves.
Wang Jianguo swept the floor, Shi He replaced wallpaper, and Zhong Yanqing, straightening chairs, suddenly froze, head snapping up:
“Huh?!”
“Wait—this is a group Buff! Does this mean the farm’s army can finally be counted on?”