To be on the safe side, Zhang Fan decided to add spiritual energy directly to the ingredients and conduct further research later.

Golden specks of light slowly fell into the pot.

Add salt to the pan, stir-fry a few times, and the fried rice is finally ready.

Under the expectant gazes of everyone, the fried rice was finally served on a plate.

To ensure everyone had enough to eat, Zhang Fan cooked one pot, while Qing Tuo had already cooked five.

The fried rice made by Qingtuo was golden in color, with the egg evenly coating every grain of rice. It was cooked to perfection and garnished with bright green scallions, making it look very tempting.

Zhang Fan's fried rice had the egg and rice separated, the egg pieces were unevenly distributed, and some pieces of egg were even burnt and had a faint burnt smell.

Chefs are not only required to have excellent culinary skills and produce dishes that are visually appealing, fragrant, and delicious, but also to be able to cook quickly.

Everyone unanimously felt that the outcome of this competition was already decided.

The competition was judged by a voting system, with all participants serving as judges.

Except for Bai Rou'er, everyone tacitly scooped up a large spoonful of Qing Tuo's fried rice.

The moment you take a bite, the fresh aroma of eggs, the sweet fragrance of rice, and the refreshing scent of scallions are truly satisfying.

Bai Rou'er only tasted a little bit of Qingtuo's fried rice. Although the taste was decent, she felt it was missing something.

She unconsciously furrowed her brow slightly, eager to try Zhang Fan's cooking.

To be fair, the other employees only took a small bite of rice.

With a confident air, Kinto watched as his employees fed themselves, waiting for them to spit it out.

Just as he expected, the moment the fried rice was put into their mouths, everyone's pupils suddenly dilated, and their bodies froze on the spot as if they had been petrified.

Then, realizing what was happening, they rushed to grab Zhang Fan's fried rice.

Qingtuo shook his head secretly, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes. These people actually went to put on an act just to please the young lady.

Zhang Fan's fried rice was completely devoured, and everyone looked on with lingering satisfaction, licking their lips as if still savoring the delicious taste.

Bai Rou'er: "Let's vote now."

Everyone then came to their senses and stood behind Zhang Fan, lightly hooking their fingers to receive zero votes.

Bai Rou'er: "Qingtuo, do you accept Zhang Fan now?"

Qingtuo snorted coldly, holding his head high: "You bunch of opportunists."

Someone explained, "No, you'll know once you try it."

"I have never eaten anything so delicious."

"It smells so good I almost want to swallow my own tongue."

The praise was endless, but Qintuo only felt that they were hypocritical.

Bai Rou'er: "Try Zhang Fan's fried rice before you speak."

The fried rice was completely sold out long ago.

Qintuo could only eat the rice grains that hadn't been scooped out of the pot.

The moment it entered his mouth, Qingtuo's pupils dilated sharply.