No Surprise at All?

Over the flame, the steamer glowed. Colorful light was brewing and swirling inside, as if it would explode at any time.

The steamer, through the image in the fighting pit, was transmitted into everyone's eyes. The nobles were sneering. They had seen with their own eyes the scene where Bu Fang kneaded the buns, and they thought he must have given up. 

"He had kneaded rabbits and even foxes… Why don't he shape some of the buns like a pile of shit since he's just fooling around…"

They had been repeatedly slapped in the faces by Bu Fang. However, they were very resolved, for they did not think Bu Fang had any chance of winning this one.

In fact, of the four districts, District D was an exception. It was a lesser district, occupied by lowly exiles. Those people were all suffering, and they needed that kind of food to suppress the pain brought to them by the curses.