Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

After all, the most important piece of advice that Siesta Tourist Map gives to tourists is: don't limit yourself to the map.

The operators, whether in groups or alone, walked freely through the streets of Siesta according to their preferred manner of behavior.

They were even a little unaccustomed to the excessive freedom, especially for some infected operators. It was incredible that they could wear thin Siesta shirts and expose the crystals on their bodies without anyone pointing fingers at them.

Despite having taken Rhodes Island's special medication before departure and facing no risk of developing Oripathy, the locals' nonchalant attitude towards Oripathy still left many operators feeling as if they were in another world—even if this was simply due to a lack of public awareness in the Siesta region.

However, this did provide them with an environment to enjoy their holiday.

While some people are unsure where to spend their limited time, many others have already begun to act with a clear purpose.

When leaving Rhode Island, some people brought their bags to the beach, changed into their carefully prepared swimsuits, unfolded deck chairs, set up parasols, ordered an iced drink, and lay down comfortably, admiring the scenery of the waves through their sunglasses. They relaxed with the sea breeze and sunshine. There were quite a few people with this simple purpose.

Some people had already heard of Siesta's music and, carrying their own instruments, would search for street musicians or bands, ready to engage in impromptu battles at any time.

Clothing stores, record stores, souvenir shops—Rhodes Island operators can be seen buying things everywhere, not only for their own keepsakes but also to bring gifts for those who remain on the main ship.

Although they had all agreed to take turns staying on duty, none of them wanted to miss out on too much.

As for Tomat, he was also out on an activity rather than staying behind.

The other member of the same clan was the same, of course.

What are you doing here?

Tomat was now dressed in a neat Siesta shirt and wearing the pendant that he always kept by his bedside; this time, he wouldn't attract attention because of the inappropriate location.

He stopped by a street and looked at Bardak, who was also only wearing a shirt, with his headscarf still on.

"Don't you have a clue why we're here?"

Bardock asked impatiently, then revealed a confident smile and looked up at the conspicuous sign on the street.

"Hmph, Saiyans are indeed attracted to each other."

Thomas closed his eyes, looking earnest, and nodded.

"I'm drawn in by the delicious smell!"

[Main Text] Siesta's Hottest Holiday: Chapter 3 Eating in Front of Saiya's Gate

Rhodes Island is home to many gourmets of all kinds.

Some are genuine chefs, such as Horn Peak, who disappeared without a trace after going to Khartoum.

Some are simply food lovers, but merely being able to accept any food offered is not enough to be called a gourmet.

A qualified gourmet must not only be able to eat, but also know how to eat and appreciate good food.

Having an exceptional appetite, tasting rare ingredients, and understanding special ways of eating are all qualities that a gourmet should possess.

As for Ethan, a Safra native who calls himself Rhodes Island's number one gourmand, aside from his hobby of street graffiti, the greatest joy in his life is tasting Terran delicacies.

The operators' vacation in Siesta was what others saw as the "Siesta Obsidian Festival," but to him it was clearly the "Terra Food Festival."

Not only are the local seafood abundant, but the delicious shops from all over the world attracted by the tourist destination will not miss the opportunity to make a fortune during the holidays.

Simply by following the smells, anyone, whether they have a slight appetite or are starving, can be led into the carnival streets, where the wide commercial streets are already filled with delicious food.

Whether it's open-air stalls or upscale shops, they're all indiscriminately gathered in one area, giving tourists a wide variety of choices.

The people of Safra prefer a warmer environment, and the bright sunshine suited Ethan perfectly. But what truly aroused his desires was the local cuisine, rather than the more brilliant sunshine on the other side of the beach.

Although he usually likes to remain invisible when walking around Rhodes Island—an Originium Arts technique that blends him and his clothes into the surrounding environment so that he can slip away for any reason, such as stealing food from the cafeteria, leaving elegant creations on the walls that are too early, or skipping work—he doesn't feel the need to hide himself now.

Walking among strangers is a form of "invisibility".

Unbound by time and one's own identity, happily filling one's stomach.

During that brief period, Ethan could do as he pleased, be free, and undisturbed by anyone.

The ability to feast without restraint, this solitary act, is perhaps the best form of healing that Terrans are uniquely and equally granted.

The local dishes of one's homeland, the tasteless bread and soup served during the Reunion Movement, or the delicacies prepared by various chefs on Rhodes Island.

Now, he will be visiting Siesta Food Street for the first time, continuing to live up to his identity as an "invisible gourmet".

"But speaking of which, there are really a lot of promotions. Not to mention tourist discounts, there are all sorts of 'buy one pound, get half a pound free,' 'free drink,' and 'set meals' everywhere..."

The short, blue Safraa nimbly avoided any pedestrians who might bump into her, her keen sense of smell catching every shop unnoticed.

But Ethan, who considers himself a gourmet, strolled along the food street, holding only a bag of French fries sprinkled with pale green seaweed salt in one hand and a bottle of self-service ice water readily available on the street in the other, eating at a leisurely pace.

Clearly, he missed the famous shops and the enticing street stalls not because the food didn't suit his taste, but because he had other plans.

Finally, Ethan stopped in front of a shop bustling with people.

A bright red signboard with cartoon lettering, plus a smiling Liberian middle-aged woman doll wearing a monocle, hangs on the wall, waving her arms and legs.

This is "CFC"—Colombia Fied Chicken, also known as Colombian fried chicken, Gotachi, etc., and its spokesperson is a Colombian capitalist named Grandma Gotachi.

Terra is the world's largest fast food company, specializing in Liberi meat products and various hamburger-type foods.

Just as Colombian culture has expanded and permeated almost every country, this company has also taken advantage of the capital boom to establish itself in various regions.

Although many people are disgusted by Colombia's money-worshipping ideology and the various atrocities committed against other countries because of it, their love of food transcends race and national borders and is easily accepted.

Quick, delicious—and relatively inexpensive—it has become a love-hate choice for many when it comes to filling their stomachs.

However, this kind of dining also caters to the needs of tourists in the Siesta area who prefer to eat while strolling rather than sitting indoors for long periods.

Therefore, even though it is located in a neighborhood full of delicious food, many people still come to buy it.

However, the lines around CFC are not as long as those of other popular stores.

The people surrounded the store entrance rather than forming a straight line; they seemed more like onlookers than waiting.

"...Wow, there really is one, a competitive eating contest."

Ethan pulled out a flyer, smiled mysteriously, then crumpled it up and tossed it into the nearby trash can before squeezing into the crowd.

As expected, the crowd did not crowd the store entrance. Instead, a large open space was deliberately left, where several tables were set up with numbers from one to ten on them. However, on the table with the last number, there was a sign with the same number.

"Alright! Who else? We already have nine contestants! What's wrong? Aren't the generous prizes and a year's worth of all-you-can-eat vouchers tempting enough? For just 500 Lungmen Dollars, you can sign up for our 'Obsidian Festival Eating Contest'!"

A white-haired Liberian man with a red highlight on his head, wearing a golden apron, was shouting at the onlookers with a microphone in his hand.

"You know, even if you don't finish it all, you can still eat your fill! Why not?"

Even with such urging, most of the onlookers still looked hesitant, and some even retreated quite a distance in fright when the host took a step forward.

As a result, Ethan, who still didn't understand what was going on, was left standing in place, appearing to be very far ahead.

"Oh! Here comes a very short... but very brave young man named Safra! How about it, we're one contestant short, want to give it a try?"

The host looked down at Ethan and, after nearly saying something offensive, immediately beckoned him to participate in the eating contest, which featured some rather strange audience behavior.

"It's because the competition a few days ago was too brutal. They were all carried off the field. Who would dare to go up and challenge them now? ... Now they're trying to scam other tourists."

"Exactly! Look how small they are, what if they get overeating?"

But then a jumble of voices immediately arose, seemingly hoping that the short-statured Safra would back down.

But he didn't back down—instead, he casually waved to the audience behind him, took the sign with the number ten, hooked his finger on the rope, and swung it back and forth.

"How appalling... This kind of food-wasting, unorthodox competition, let me, Lord Ethan, teach you a lesson and show you what a real competitive eater is."

——Athlete Preparation Room——

"Hey, isn't this Ethan? You're here to compete too? Let's cheer each other on, whoever wins the prize money has to treat everyone to a meal."

Ethan held his face and looked up at the ceiling, with his two Saiyan colleagues beside him who he would definitely recognize even if he had never met them before.

*Much cheaper than a certain O&M store in real life.

[Main Text] Siesta's hottest holiday: Chapter Four I'm going to teach you how to do things!

Eating contests are held in many parts of Terra.

Some are due to folk customs, some are celebrations, and others are simply marketing strategies or hype.

As a gourmand, Ethan naturally respects the competitive eating activities in the first two scenarios.

However, he deeply resented the last type.

Some mukbang videos featuring large eaters are meant to guide patients with anorexia or similar conditions, which is respectable. Rhodes Island also plays similar videos to patients with loss of appetite due to Oripathy, in order to enhance their appetite. He is one of the recorders. Some picky eaters and anorexic patients, especially young children, find it very interesting to see food suddenly float up and disappear from the screen with a crisp sound, and gradually become more willing to eat.

However, driven by the desire for prize money and attention, some people consume food without savoring it, eat for other purposes, or even not to fill their stomachs, and then deliberately induce vomiting after eating to quickly prepare for the next match...

This is a desecration of food, a form of entertainment to the point of death.

So Ethan needs to make sure that the restaurant owners and the unscrupulous contestants understand what he is doing while he himself is feeding himself.

Not only should you finish eating, but you should finish it faster than them, and then enjoy the food so that everyone can appreciate its deliciousness, rather than feeling disgusted by the unsightly way people eat.

The crusade against the unorthodox gluttons! Begin!

This was Ethan's original plan, which seemed completely unfeasible because anyone you randomly picked from the street looked like they could eat more than him.

Despite their small stature, a competitive eater's ability to eat has little to do with body size. Being fat or strong doesn't mean they can eat a lot; on the contrary, fat or muscle may compress their stomach, making it difficult to hold too much food.

If we consider racial talent, the Phidias race is undoubtedly the most gluttonous.

Their innate physical flexibility extends even to their mouth, throat, esophagus, and stomach. The Phidias, skilled in swallowing, can even swallow objects larger than their own heads in one gulp.

But Safra, being a close relative by blood, also possessed a considerable appetite.

Ethan, on the other hand, is the best among his kind, and when it comes to eating, he won't easily admit defeat.

However, Ethan has now encountered the person he least wanted to meet.

"I...I don't agree."

"what?"

"If you can't even tell whether food is delicious or not, I absolutely won't consider you a qualified competitive eater!"

Ethan's voice always gives people a sense of worldly sophistication and sharpness, much like the impression he usually leaves on his operators: lazy and unreliable.

But when he said these words, his eyes became quite serious.

When he gets serious and uses his Originium Arts and metal yo-yo to disrupt the enemy on the battlefield, he always wears the goggles on his forehead. But at this moment, he chooses to look straight ahead.

When enjoying delicious food, never use goggles to block your eyes, or even sunglasses. Unless you have a physical defect, appreciate the food from all angles, including color, aroma, and taste. That is true respect.