Daddy! Come Home for Dinner! Chapter 127 - 127: You Think Too Highly of Yourself

Chapter 127: You Think Too Highly of Yourself

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She ca to compete, not to gain approval from these people.

“You’re not being fair here,” Adam Dominick frowned and said, “We all followed the registration requirents strictly, why are you different?”

“Besides, what are you hiding? Wearing a mask and not daring to use your real na,” Stephan Luther sarcastically complained.

“Then take your opinions to the organizers,” Cindy Clarke said coldly, “I applied to the organizers and got permission.”

She was confident and unapologetic.

Cindy Clarke glanced at them coldly: “Or, do you all want to use this thod to make quit, so that you’ll have one less competitor?”

“You? A competitor? Don’t make laugh!” Harper White mocked in amusent.

The food blogger Cain Velman sure knew how to inflate his own worth.

Harper had also watched Cain Velman’s cooking videos online but found them diocre.

Teaching ordinary people and making simple, convenient ho-cooked als was acceptable, but it was not enough in front of professional chefs.

But if she were to say this to Cindy Clarke, Clarke would tell her that an ordinary ho would not cook like a professional chef.

Firstly, the variety of seasonings available would be limited, making it impossible to prepare such a complete array.

Also, where would ordinary people be able to match the various techniques of professional chefs?

Moreover, many chefs like to use lots of oil, but which ordinary household would pour half a pot of oil when cooking?

As a food blogger, Cindy Clarke’s videos were naturally for a wider online audience, taking into account the habits of ordinary people.

How could she possibly follow the chefs’ thods?

Albert Lambert sneered disdainfully: “What a joke! You’re just an amateur food blogger, not a professional chef at all. Would we consider you a competitor? You think too highly of yourself.”

“Indeed, to be frank, in our eyes, there are only nine competitors in this group, and you’re not one of them,” Stephan Luther said.

Cindy Clarke nodded, “In that case, there’s no need tor you to worry about whether my not showing my face and using my screen na et the registration requirents. Because you don’t even think of as a competitor, right?”

“Since I’m soone you all look down upon, why are you bothering with ?” Cindy Clarke smiled slightly, “Please go back to your positions and prepare for the competition. Don’t let this affect your mood and performance. Otherwise, if your scores are low, you might bla for affecting you.”

Cindy Clarke glanced around them and noticed that only Blake Walker and Iris Doone had not said a word from the beginning.

She didn’t know what these two were thinking and was not interested in finding out.

She just lazily watched the other seven.

All seven of them were quite irritated by Cindy Clarke’s words.

Although they looked down on her, what she said was not wrong.

But why did it make them feel so frustrated?

It was like punching a soft cotton, making them feel irritated.

Extre frustration.

At this mont, the five judges returned to their seats after their break.

No one dared to say anything more, and everyone went back to their positions.

All five judges looked at Cindy Clarke.

They saw the na “Cain Velman” written on the na tag on her table and noticed her wearing a mask.

But they didn’t say anything.

Because the organizers had contacted them, and even Adrian Zhekova had personally contacted them.

If Adrian Zhekova was contacting them personally, they naturally had to give him face and show respect..