Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe Chapter 46: Eliminated or Not, Eating Bingfen Comes First

Dreya and her girlfriend returned to the studio holding ice powder but had barely touched the seat before their sweaty agent called them away.

"Quick! Plans have changed, we need to rehearse. Co with quickly!"

They didn’t have ti to think about anything else, they quickly set down the ice powder and ran.

The rehearsal wasn’t too fast or too slow, just waiting for your turn to walk through and it would end, depending on your assigned number.

Thinking that they’d only had less than a third of the ice powder and it was left quietly on the table, slowly warming up, losing its intended flavor and might even lt.

Dreya anxiously bit her nails and paced back and forth, her girlfriend wasn’t much better.

"Why isn’t it my turn yet? I’m dying of anxiety!"

"My ice powder, oh please God, don’t let it lt!"

This thing was limited edition, it’d surely be sold out by the ti work ended, for them that was the only portion they’d have today.

Plus, they’d heard when they bought it that the food truck opened blind boxes every day, it only ca back sporadically. Who knew when they’d have it again?

The more they thought, the more anxious they got, a heavy sense of resentnt hovered over their heads and the pressure around them dropped to the extre.

The stage manager suddenly shivered all over, instinctively turned his head towards them, and t with two pairs of resentful eyes.

"Wh... What do you an? Why are you looking at like that?"

He scratched his head, a bit confused, then exchanged eye contact with the two girls, seemingly seeing so urgency in their expressions.

"In a hurry? What number is it, let see... 127... Dreya? God, it’s her? The one next to her seems to be her junior sister, right?"

The man’s eyes lit up, without thinking he raised his walkie-talkie: "Number 127 and 128, get ready!"

Dreya trembled all over, the surrounding low pressure instantly vanished, and unparalleled confidence surged from deep in her heart.

She quickly pulled off her jacket, revealing a sexy white bikini underneath, her perfect curves clearly exposed.

"Ice powder, I’m coming!"

Her eyes were firm, shining brightly as she looked ahead, walking with tall strides forward, her snow-white legs casting residual shadows under the dim lights.

Her girlfriend hurriedly took off her jacket as well and followed behind her to the corner, but didn’t step out, waiting for the call to enter.

"Whoa!"

Dreya’s vigorous steps paired with her sharp gaze and devilish, perfectly long figure instantly drew the attention of the staff present, so brand representatives nodded frequently from below the stage.

"No wonder she’s the new model queen, her aura is perfect! And that disdainful gaze like we’re all trash, just dust, not worthy of her regard!"

"Even though she’s walking fast, her steps aren’t chaotic at all, rhythm control is perfect, all poses in place, impressive!"

There should have been several pose segnts, but it was only a rehearsal. Dreya was solely focused on the ice powder in the rest room, and couldn’t be bothered to care about so much. She symbolically walked to the end, paused for two seconds, then turned without even a smile.

"What’s up with her, ignoring the segnts..."

The agent under the stage frowned, just about to call her back, but was stopped by the jewelry brand rep beside him.

"Doesn’t matter, Dreya’s level is known to everyone here, no need to waste her ti. Let her rest more to perform better tonight."

"Indeed, just that circle alone almost srized . If she were to pose sexily, I’m afraid my aging heart wouldn’t take it."

Dreya had no idea what was happening beneath the stage, she didn’t even notice who was down there. Her pace quickened, and just as her girlfriend stepped out from the corner, Dreya disappeared around another corner.

"??? "

Seeing Dreya step down from the stage, her girlfriend was stunned.

What’s going on?

Logically, at her appearance ti, Dreya should have just arrived at the front of the stage, posing, right? Did I miscalculate the ti while lost in thought?

This can’t do, every second the ice powder is left warms it a bit more, flavor is diminishing!

Thinking of this, anxiety also flashed in her eyes, quickening her steps.

"Wait? Isn’t this..."

"I think she’s from the sa company as Dreya? Their numbers are consecutive, this step frequency, this gaze, and this aura, so similar!"

"Hey Dave, why does your company still have such high-level newcors hidden away, it’s excessive!"

"Although her figure and looks aren’t as outstanding as Dreya’s, her runway style indeed makes her a rare find."

The agent blinked blankly, staring at the girl on stage who, just like Dreya, paraded around once and turned to leave.

Why is she daring to not pose???

Is she crazy!

And yet, receiving accolades from the bosses?

Is this so secret Dreya shares?

"Hey! Darling, I’m back!!"

Dreya couldn’t even care to put on her jacket, clicking on her high heels she dashed back to the resting room and slamd the door open. Seeing the surface of the ice powder box still sprinkled with fine white frost, she finally relaxed.

She touched it, cool and delightful, not much different from before.

Eagerly she picked it up and slurped a mouthful of icy mint water, then spooned so semi-transparent ice powder, its smooth and slightly thick texture danced on her tongue like playful little fish.

Next, a piece of bright red waterlon, its surface stained with sothing that seed like a cookie, she didn’t recognize it, just ate on.

As she bit into it, a unique fruit acid made her involuntarily scrunch her face, only to be imdiately washed away by the subsequent sweetness.

"What’s this? So interesting."

Quickly she found that flat square slice again among the little ingredients, with a faint reddish purple color, slling of refreshing fruit, resembling so preserve.

"Great Xia’s unique dried fruit? I should ask next ti, this seems perfect for a pre-show pick--up."

That mont of tartness truly left a lasting impression, a feeling she’d never experienced before.

"I’m back!!"

Dreya waved at her: "Don’t rush, it’s still cold, how did you do?"

"I don’t know, wasn’t I late to appear? Afraid of disrupting the rhythm later, I didn’t pose... slurp, ha, that’s the taste!"

"Huh? Who said you were late to appear?"

"I thought you finished walking?"

"Emmmm... because I was afraid it’d lt, I didn’t pose, sped up by ten seconds, didn’t you count seconds?"

"?????"

The woman opened her mouth wide, looking incredulous.

"Finished, I’m done for, definitely already pre-determined for elimination..."

Dreya is leagues above her, it’s just rehearsal, so it’s fine for her not to pose, but how could she dare not to?

Nonetheless, she had a great mindset, easily bouncing back.

"Oh well, it’s not like this is the first or second ti eliminated, let’s enjoy the ice powder first~ "