"Now is the time for compliments. Negative comments are irrelevant. I'm just asking you to rate the appearance of this cake and the sauce on a scale of 10. How many points would you give?"
"19 points." Without hesitation, he jokingly said this in a completely non-joking tone.
"By the way, if it were based on a 100-point system, it would be 1500 points."
"Hey, hey, doesn't that completely mismatch?" Feng Ruye said in a half-sarcastic tone, "Then on a 10-point scale, shouldn't it be 150 points?"
"No——Because that would make it seem like I didn't fully understand what you meant, and there's another very important reason——"
"And the reason is...?"
"That would make it feel like—ah, it's just 50 points more than a mere 100. It's like, even though it's clearly a 10-point scale, if I give it 60, it doesn't feel like it's six times higher than the original score, but rather like a cold joke about just barely passing—but in reality, I'm very satisfied. So, I used 9, the largest natural number, after 10 to express that I truly believe that if it were a design, it would be so beautiful that I wouldn't hesitate to describe it—"
I even thought it would be nice if I could ask the chef to add this coloring to the menu, but it seems that’s not possible—”
"Um?"
"It's frustrating to say, but neither I nor the chef have the skills to make the color scheme this gorgeous. Also, if most people here tasted the cake, it would be a psychological trauma, and if they saw the sauce like this, they would have a stress reaction. So, what was originally a rare and creative color scheme has now become a waste."
A large amount of words poured out of Duan Zhenye's mouth, and he always had a calm attitude, which was quite attractive -
Should we say that he is worthy of being a man who won a lot of fans in his previous life? Now, when he stood here, he also became the focus of attention -
In fact, if he continued to develop this attribute, he wouldn't have to be confined to an industry where his talent wasn't that great. In Chu Shangli's opinion, he was more suitable to be a reviewer than a producer. He had his own unique insights into both language style and food.
"So, do you understand? Gong Yitian and Young Master are simply saying this – the enemy you're facing is, of course, one whose food is extremely unpalatable, at least that's how it looks now. However, if the food isn't just unpalatable, but also mediocre in appearance, then of course you'd undoubtedly win. However, you're now facing an evaluation where you can get 15 times the score out of 100 – perhaps even higher. This is quite extreme –"
Feng Ruye said softly, "With all due respect, your current appearance is just barely passing. If you continue like this, you might lose in an unexpected way—not due to strength, but due to so-called contempt. So, why not choose the safer option and let others decide the dimension?"
The Chu Shangli of the past smacked his lips—as if he sensed trouble—
But, it doesn’t matter—
Chu Shangli knew that when his past self sent out such a signal, it meant that he had already decided to accept the challenge.
Chu Shangli really still hoped that his past self would face the challenge frankly.
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