The air was filled with various smells, mainly oil and fish, which confused his sense of smell, so he had no choice but to give up.
He approached the past with his love for the profession, put on a smile again, and began the interview: "Guest number 6, what are you enduring?"
Number 6 was slightly dissatisfied: "I already told you not to ask, and isn't it obvious? Of course it's for making soup."
"This soup..." Is it really safe to eat?
But before he could finish speaking, number 6 had already lowered his head to test the temperature of the plate, dipped a small spoon in the oil to taste it, and then picked up the whole plate, pouring nearly a third of it into the casserole, which made the host almost suffocate.
This is so oily!
The host began to genuinely worry about the personal safety of the judges, and also worried about how much money the production team and Goddess Ling would have to pay if their precious tongues and stomachs were poisoned after the episode ended.
Finally, he secretly rejoiced that although he, as the host, couldn't taste the delicious food, he also didn't have to drink poison.
The host asked a few more questions in a daze, but was only given perfunctory answers. Then he went to the table for number 7 and caught a glimpse of number 6 scooping a spoonful into a bowl and handing it to his assistant, who looked very resistant.
A smile like that of the Big Bad Wolf appeared on Number 6's young and simple face as he said gently, "Come on, David, help me taste it and see how it is."
David took it with trembling hands, his arm muscles bulging again. The burly, level-five enhanced human looked at him, his face pale: "Can I not drink it?"
"You're my assistant."
David looked to the host for help, but the host silently looked away.
David took a deep breath and shouted, "Director, I want to go home. I'm not going to be this assistant anymore."
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