Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1288: Lin Sanjiu Successfully Steps on the Beach!

Chapter 1288: Lin Sanjiu Successfully Steps on the Beach!

After a brief dispute, the members of Senping’s camp quickly decided on the next two people to step on the yellow emblem: first, the black-skinned woman, followed by the housewife. Whether it was to avoid or be cautious, they did not consider Lin Sanjiu’s group in their plans.

Several villa owners following Lin Sanjiu couldn’t hide their anxiety, especially the young boy with only one chicken sausage left on his plate; he seemed to have something to say but hesitated.

“Sis, if we replace the skewer, beef rib, lamb leg, and chicken sausage with 1, 2, 3, and 4, respectively, according to the order the chef introduced at the beginning, wouldn’t it be much clearer?” Ji Shanqing glanced at the others around and lowered his voice.

No, it still wasn’t clear at all.

Lin Sanjiu pursed her lips and watched the black-skinned woman step on the yellow emblem, pressing it into the sand. She already had two chicken sausages and one beef rib on her plate and was waiting for the next chicken sausage that Senping had promised.

“This event is really cunning.” The grand prize sighed softly and explained slowly, “Regardless of the type of meat, it’s just food in our ears. Although they are different in type, they are essentially the same… So once people focus on ‘meat,’ it’s hard for them to divert their attention. The entire beach barbecue was specifically designed to make meat the focal point of our attention.”

Wasn’t meat the focus?

When Lin Sanjiu was puzzled, the chef happened to look up and smiled at the black-skinned woman, “It’s done!”

The black-skinned woman didn’t have the slightest intention to smile because what appeared on the grill was a piece of beef rib.

“Sis,” the grand prize whispered to Lin Sanjiu. “Don’t think about what kind of meat it is. You should think that the number 2 appeared this time.”

“Didn’t you say chicken sausage would definitely appear this time?” She turned around and asked loudly to Senping, handing her plate to the chef, “Have you really figured out the pattern, or are you lying—”

A pat sound interrupted her words as something fell into the sand. Everyone’s gaze fell on the roasted beef rib, which rapidly disappeared into the sand.

The chef put down the shovel, bent over to retrieve another piece of roasted meat, and explained, “No one claimed it, so this piece is discarded.”

The black-skinned woman looked bewildered, as if she couldn’t understand what he was saying. After half a second, she lowered her head and looked at her feet. “What are you talking about?” She raised her head suddenly, “I clearly stepped on the emblem—”

“What’s going on?” the housewife asked, quickly walking over a few steps, looking as if she had just woken up. “Did you not step on it?”

The black-skinned woman’s gaze pierced through her face.

“Let me try.” The housewife reached out to push the black-skinned woman down, saying, “You’ve already pa.s.sed this round.”

With a hissing sound, accompanied by a slender shadow, the shadow suddenly jumped from the black-skinned woman’s shoulder and swept toward the housewife’s face. The housewife quickly leaned back, almost losing her balance. The slender shadow blinked and withdrew, coiling around the black-skinned woman’s arm again, forming a snake-shaped bracelet.

“Stop touching me,” she sneered and caressed her snake bracelet. The snake’s head lifted, pointing at the housewife’s finger in mid-air, bit by bit. “This isn’t a Special Item; it’s a pet I raised.”

The housewife stared at her with round eyes, seemingly unaware of fear or other people’s emotions, and continued saying, “Then you go down. It’s my turn now.”

“This round isn’t the lamb leg,” Ji Shanqing told the housewife. “It’s useless for you to argue with her.”

Upon hearing that, the black-skinned woman glanced at him, pondered for a moment, and snorted at the housewife before turning away—she didn’t return to Senping’s camp. After hesitating momentarily, she stood in the center between the two camps.

Senping seemed completely oblivious. Looking at his flushed face and furrowed brow, he seemed to be unable to figure out why this round of barbecue had turned out differently from his predictions.

“Done grilling!” The moment after the housewife stepped on the yellow emblem, the chef announced, “It’s a skewer.”

“A skewer? How could it be a skewer—” Senping almost jumped up, but he was cut off by the chef flipping the skewer, and it fell into the sand.

“No one claimed it, so it’s discarded,” he said with an ‘it’s normal’ expression.

Suddenly, the housewife’s voice became high-pitched, startling everyone around her.

“How is it possible that no one claimed it? I clearly stepped on the emblem!” she angrily questioned, stepping back and pointing to the yellow emblem beneath her feet. “Look, it’s right here!”

“You did indeed step on it, no mistake,” Ji Shanqing calmly said, “but what you all haven’t understood is that the beach barbecue has entered the second stage.”

“What do you mean?” The housewife turned her head sharply towards him.

“Based on the information I collected, I’ve discovered that this beach barbecue event has a hidden second stage, triggered by Senping. When someone claims to have found the meat pattern, they must correctly guess the upcoming meat type while stepping on the yellow emblem to get the grilled meat.”

“What?” Someone immediately cursed, “Are you kidding? How the h.e.l.l can we play like this?”

Lin Sanjiu admired the grand prize greatly. He could really come up with anything. If she hadn’t personally done something, she might have been fooled by his words.

“If you don’t believe it, let me demonstrate.” Ji Shanqing nodded to the young boy who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, motioning for him to step onto the yellow emblem. He then smiled at Senping and asked, “What do you think this one is?”

Senping tightly pursed his lips but didn’t say a word.

The young boy placed one foot on the yellow emblem and bent down to look at the grill.

“I guess it’s a lamb leg,” Ji Shanqing said nonchalantly.

“Done grilling!”

Soon after, the chef picked up a piece of meat from the grill and handed it to the young boy’s plate—it wasn’t a lamb leg but a chicken sausage.

“You guessed it wrong too, even confidently,” someone said. “You said we could only get it if we guessed correctly.”

“Eh?” Someone immediately questioned, “Isn’t this a lamb leg? Didn’t you say you could only get it if you guessed correctly?”

Ji Shanqing blinked his eyes, his watery gaze appearing more innocent than anyone else’s. “Yes, I guessed wrong,” he said, pointing at himself, “but I’m not the one getting the meat.”

“That’s right. I told the chef that I guessed it was a chicken sausage.” The young boy turned his head, holding the plate with two rolling chicken sausages, and carefully walked back to Lin Sanjiu, saying, “So I got it. If you don’t believe me, you can ask him.”

The chef nodded and confirmed, “He indeed whispered ‘chicken sausage’ to me just now.”

Everyone looked at each other, and for a moment, no one said a word.