CHAPTER 780: CHAPTER 777: GOURMET TABLECLOTH

By this point, everyone was no longer anticipating Shen Siyuan to make a fool of himself. That trick earlier had already won them over, so what they were looking forward to was the next magic performance.

Many sitting in the back couldn’t see clearly, so they all stood up and moved forward, leaving the original hall with half of it empty.

Today was a day of happiness for everyone, and seeing this, the leaders didn’t want to speak up and stop them.

With everyone’s expectant gaze on him, Shen Siyuan spoke again: "All the leaders below are seated, but as your boss’s boyfriend, I’m standing here talking to you, which makes me look less important..."

The crowd instantly burst into laughter, and some even heckled that they should bring a chair for him.

Even Wei Suhua volunteered to help from the stage.

But Shen Siyuan waved his hand and said: "I’m a person who hardly asks for help. My mom taught me since I was young, if something can be done without troubling others, then don’t trouble others."

As he spoke, his right hand suddenly flicked downwards, revealing a blue tablecloth in his hand.

The crowd below looked on with curiosity, instinctively holding their breath, waiting for Shen Siyuan’s next move.

Because they all knew he couldn’t possibly just conjure up a tablecloth.

Sure enough, Shen Siyuan flung the tablecloth aside like casting a net. The tablecloth spread out rapidly and then gently fell, but instead of hitting the ground, it took the shape of a chair and landed on it.

When Shen Siyuan drew back the tablecloth, a chair appeared underneath it.

The crowd gasped in astonishment and applauded vigorously, even the higher-ups and partners who were originally seated at the front desk stood up excitedly, wanting to move closer and see what was going on.

Shen Siyuan sat directly on the chair and beckoned Wei Suhua over.

Wei Suhua hurriedly stepped up and eagerly accepted the microphone Shen Siyuan handed over.

Shen Siyuan grabbed the blue tablecloth by its two corners and shook it forward energetically. As the tablecloth slowly settled down, the crowd noticed that, at some unknown time, a table had appeared underneath it.

And Shen Siyuan had just done a table-setting gesture.

"Good..." The crowd clamored with applause and cheers.

Even Wei Suhua standing next to him widened her eyes and discreetly knocked on it to ensure it wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

"How’s the show?"

Shen Siyuan crossed his legs and smilingly asked the crowd below.

"Fantastic."

"Let’s see another one."

"No wonder President Ruan chose you."

"Is this how you won over our President Ruan?"

"Start classes, I’ll sell a kidney for tuition."

...

The crowd seemed to be at its peak of excitement, clapping and cheering lively, even attracting many hotel staff over.

"Do you know why I can conjure these things?" Shen Siyuan asked with a grin.

And without waiting for them to answer, he continued: "It’s because this isn’t just a regular tablecloth."

As he spoke, he tapped the table, and everyone stretched their necks, curiously waiting for him to go on.

Siyuan didn’t keep them in suspense and promptly said, "Because this is a Gourmet Tablecloth. Do you know what a Gourmet Tablecloth is?"

"I do."

"Doraemon."

"Doraemon."

"Blue Fatty."

...

Everyone has had a childhood, and as the most classic cartoon from it, its many magical gadgets become unforgettable lifelong.

Among them, the bamboo dragonfly, Any Door, Time Machine are the most memorable, and the Gourmet Tablecloth is certainly one of them. Who didn’t wish for endless snacks as a kid?

"It’s a fake, tables and chairs aren’t food."

"Yeah, if you’re good enough, conjure up some food for us."

...

Someone shouted below.

Siyuan laughed and said: "This is an upgraded version."

He spoke while lifting the four corners of the tablecloth, and Wei Suhua quickly stepped forward to help.

Soon, the four corners of the tablecloth were folded together on the table.

Siyuan stood up, took the microphone from Wei Suhua and asked the crowd with a smile: "If I unveil this now, do you think food will appear?"

"No."

"Yes."

"Can we order?"

"Any food is possible? Can we have BB Corn?"

...

"Wow, the person who mentioned BB Corn had a great idea." Siyuan praised.

Many below didn’t know what BB Corn was, but with his years of experience in the gaming industry, Siyuan surely knew all kinds of popular manga. BB Corn is an ingredient from the comic "Food Captive".

Used to make popcorn, a single kernel can expand enough to feed hundreds, possessing extraordinary aroma and rich taste.

Those who understood burst into laughter, while those who didn’t were curiously asking around.

"My Gourmet Tablecloth is the upgraded version; for something like BB Corn, it would need a Gourmet Tablecloth Plus version..."

As everyone was captivated by his words, Siyuan suddenly lifted the tablecloth on the table.

They then saw a table full of food appear, all local delicacies from Qiong Province, including seafood, Huo Le Crab, Jiaji Duck, Wenchang Chicken, along with snacks like Qingbufang, Qiongzhou Rice Noodles, and even bamboo rice. But the most surprising was the roasted suckling pig in the center.

"Wow..." The crowd exclaimed in amazement.

Wei Suhua standing near, her eyes nearly popped out, as she had been watching the tablecloth all along and hadn’t noticed how these things appeared.

"Are these things real?" someone below questioned.

"Yeah, can we taste them?"

"Sending a representative is fine too."

...

Upon hearing this, Siyuan laughed and said: "Today President Ruan surely isn’t lacking for you to eat. This share is for myself alone, but to quench your curiosity, let’s have Wei be the one to try it out for its authenticity."

Siyuan finished, casting his gaze over to Wei Suhua beside him.

As someone who can host, Wei naturally wouldn’t shy away from the spotlight, and with a graceful manner, she replied: "Well then, I won’t be polite."

Then she reached out and grabbed the roast suckling pig on the table.

"Hey, hey, that suckling pig is my reserve dish, don’t eat it," Siyuan hurriedly said.

The crowd roared with laughter again, and Wei Suhua turned her wrist, grabbing a duck leg nearby and directly took a bite.

"I can vouch for this; it’s real, delicious, flavorful."

Wei Suhua was sharp, holding up the duck leg like a declaration to inform everyone.

"Shhh, she’s a shill..." The crowd below heckled.

"Alright, this concludes my performance."

Siyuan said, pulling on the corner of the tablecloth, triggering gasps and even instinctive eye-closing from some.

Then they realized nothing had happened. The table, chair, and all that food had vanished into thin air.

The only thing left was the tablecloth held in Siyuan’s hand.

Thunderous applause erupted from the crowd below, even those who had sarcastically remarked at Siyuan, like the rebellious Han Yanxia, were now honestly clapping in admiration.

Indeed, Shen Siyuan’s performance had left everyone feeling both stunned and impressed.

Yet the show seemed not over; Siyuan shook the tablecloth in his hand and said: "Today, in the audience, there’s a friend of mine, a college classmate and a long-time good friend. He’s a second-generation wealthy person, so during college I often ate with him and borrowed various gaming equipment from him. I’ve never been able to repay him. I wanted to treat him to a meal, but unfortunately, my wallet is thin. Today I’ll use this opportunity to gift the Gourmet Tablecloth to him, so that he can eat whatever he wants, as my treat..."

Siyuan said this, tossing the tablecloth forward, almost seeming alive, as it flew directly into the arms of Hong Wenqing among the audience, who was elatedly and clumsily catching it, watched eagerly by everyone around him.

"To use it, just think of the food you want. If the food doesn’t appear, don’t come to me—consider your sincerity instead..."

The audience below laughed at this; wondering if he was already preparing a pretext?

"Alright, my performance is over, now let’s return the stage to our host," Siyuan handed the microphone back to Wei Suhua.

The crowd roared with applause once more, while only Hong Wenqing remained engrossed in examining the tablecloth in his hands.