Afternoon.
The pleasant self-service meal time had ended.
Yi Lin burped contentedly and returned to his booth.
Yi Lin's booth displayed some ordinary crops—nothing special, and no one showed interest.
Among the five booths, the ones that attracted the most attention were Qian Duoduo's "Giant Cauliflower" and Wang Gebi's "Tailor Booth."
Overall, the scene was quite bizarre.
Wang Gebi's booth had a group of bashful townswomen gathered around.
Yi Lin shook his head helplessly, but he didn't care.
Finally.
It was time to announce the "Best Agricultural Crop Award."
Louis, accompanied by the governor, came to the front of the five booths.
Actually, for the five Angel Envoys, it didn't really matter who would win first place. What was most important was the mysterious reward Louis mentioned.
To fully exploit the trials and maximize returns under equal conditions was a compulsory lesson for every seasoned Angel Envoy.
"Here it comes, here it comes!"
