However, Victor frowned, crossed his hands on his chest, and said in a serious tone: "Contestant Ye Ling, although your idea is interesting, it lacks practicality and is too fancy, losing the fundamentals of cooking. The participation of mecha in cooking competitions is not a joke, but to show the perfect combination of technology and food, rather than these fancy things." Every word he said was like a sharp sword, piercing Ye Ling's heart.

When the other contestants around saw this scene, they all covered their mouths and laughed. The mocking voices pierced Ye Ling like needles, making her feel hot on the face.

She felt as if she had been stripped naked in public and was extremely embarrassed.

Ye Ling suppressed her displeasure and retorted, "But I think innovation is the way to go. We can't stand still!"

Victor sneered and asked, "Innovation? What you call innovation is just grandstanding. If you want to win the competition, you should show some real skills, not rely on these empty words."

Ye Ling was speechless. Her chest felt like it was filled with cotton, making it hard for her to breathe.

She left the judges' table in frustration, her mood hitting rock bottom.

On the way home, Ye Ling always felt a chill on her back, as if someone was watching her secretly.

She looked back but saw nothing.

Is it an illusion?

She quickened her pace, feeling doubtful that things were not that simple.

Could it be that Jinx and his gang are still harboring evil intentions?

She secretly became more alert, it seemed that she needed to be more careful.

She deliberately quickened her pace, turned into the busy neighborhood, and disappeared into the crowd, with a cold smile on her lips.