Picking up the steak and taking a bite, Ma Ge smacked his lips and whispered to Lao Zhao.
"Is this steak? Why is it so tough? Is it because we haven't eaten it before and are not used to it?"
When Lao Zhao heard what Ma said, he said, "Maybe you are mistaken. Try mine."
He opened his box, motioned to Brother Ma to try it, and took a piece for himself as well.
Chew it.
Well, it's very woody and a bit hard to chew.
The part of the vegetable salad that touched the steak became a bit sticky due to the temperature of the steak and looked as if it was not fresh.
But Lao Zhao is not picky about food. He will eat as long as it fills him up.
But he was a little disappointed, because he had thought that the lunch boxes of the blue team would be similar to those of the red team.
Old Zhao was thinking about it and decided to vote for the red team.
Just as Lao Zhao was thinking about something, he heard a commotion from the contestants' side. When he looked over, he heard a man shouting.
"Open the eyes of people like them"
"Lack of knowledge"
"They have never even been to a high-end restaurant. It's an honor for them to eat my food here."
Lao Zhao's heart instantly sank. He knew that he didn't understand food and was not worthy of understanding food.
Just living takes all my energy, so I don’t have time to think about food.
But,
But,
Old Zhao felt upset and wanted to stand up and loudly refute the man.
He didn't understand what the person was talking about: beef grade, doneness, or vegetable salad.
I don't understand why I get this kind of evaluation if I feel the steak is not tasty.
But he is obviously a human being, and he knows whether the food he eats is delicious or not.
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