Chapter 222: Wait A Minute
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Hence, he took up his knife and fork, cut off a small piece of chicken cutlet with it, and put it into his mouth with a frown.
The other judges stared at him as if he had taken so kind of poison and would fall to the ground in the next second.
After that, the judges’ table fell into dead silence.
In the middle of the venue, the host was still enthusiastically explaining and crazily delivering, “Now, we can see that one of the judges has already started tasting it. I wonder what kind of evaluation the judges will make! Eh… What was going on? Why was there no movent from the judges after they finished eating? Could it be that this fried chicken was too horrible and they couldn’t think of any good words? Indeed, with Chef Wang’s perfect braised young chicken, it’s indeed difficult for others to surpass it. In my opinion, this fried chicken can only get 7 points at most…”
Suddenly, a strange cry from the judges interrupted his comntary.
He turned around and saw that the judge was actually… Crying?
The elderly judge put down his chopsticks and took off his glasses. He wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand and cried shalessly. He looked so sad that the other judges panicked.
Everyone present was stunned by this scene. They were dumbstruck and widened their eyes in disbelief. They wanted to figure out what was going on. Could it be that they had entered the wrong venue? Was this not a competition, but so kind of emotional column?
Chef Wang’s heart skipped a beat. He felt that sothing was wrong and imdiately turned to look at He Jing.
He Jing stood calmly in the scoring area, her body straight and her hands clasped together. Her posture was natural and elegant.
She looked like she had everything under control.
Chef Wang thought, “How was this possible? She was only eighteen years old…”
Could it be that an eighteen-year-old girl really outshines him, an old chef who had been cooking for decades?
Chef Wang tried his best to calm himself down and not panic. It could also be that He Jing’s dish was too unpalatable. He must not let his imagination run wild until the last mont…
At the sa ti, the host thought the sa thing. “Oh my god, the situation is a little awkward now. Has Chef He’s fried chicken tasted so bad? The other judges are hesitating whether to eat it or not. In order to prevent all the judges from crying because of the bad taste, I suggest that we take it down…”
As soon as he finished speaking, a staff mber imdiately went on stage and prepared to collect the plates.
At this mont, a female judge beside the elderly judge suddenly stopped him and said, “Wait a minute!”
Everyone was stunned again.
This matter was turning one after another. What was going on!
The photographer cleverly took a close-up of the female judge’s facial expression. He saw that the beautiful young female judge had an expression similar to the anticipation and hesitation before opening Pandora’s box. Her eyebrows were very conflicted. She picked up the knife and fork and slowly cut the fried chicken in front of her. After the dark brown fried chicken was cut open, a clear golden honey flow flowed out from it, and the at inside was extrely beautiful bright red! Boom!
Everyone was in an uproar!
This… What was this!
It looked too exquisite!
The golden honey flow was like the filling in a quicksand egg yolk mooncake, completely free of impurities. The red color of the at was closer to that of a well-cooked steak. All of this was showcased against the backdrop of the dark-brown outer coating, creating an excessively dazzling sight.
Even though the chicken cutlet was only about 1 centiter thick, it possessed such distinct layers that it looked exceptionally delicious!
Under the gaze of everyone, unable to resist the waves of excitent and saliva-inducing reactions, the female judge picked up a piece and placed it into her mouth..
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