He continued to cue the process.

Five tourists were selected from the audience by drawing seat numbers and came on stage to taste the food prepared by the three groups of guests in turn.

The specifications for each group are uniform: three dishes and one soup.

After tasting the food, the five tourists looked at each other, and there was an indescribable expression on their faces.

Smelling a different smell, the photographer was very tactful and immediately passed the camera over.

But after waiting for a long time, the rating was still not given.

“…”

Five tourists walked to the tables of guests from Group A and Group C respectively and had a second tasting.

What we tasted was the third course.

Group A includes shrimps, and Group C includes squids.

Coincidentally, for this last dish, both groups A and C blanched it in the same way.

Zheng Baiqing, who was standing in the middle and being ignored, immediately looked unhappy, because these three points were destined to have nothing to do with her.

“…”

Five tourists sent a representative to speak - both types of food were handled very well in terms of meat quality, removing fishy smell and preserving fresh flavor, and there was nothing wrong to find.

But the main thing that confuses them is also the most crucial point about blanching food.

—On top of the bowl of dipping sauce.

“…”

The tourist representative seemed to be hesitant to speak, not knowing what to say.

But in the end, they discussed and gave a score.

"Group A three points."

"One point for Group B."

"Two points for Group C."

"Oh my god, this shouldn't be the case." Zhang Yang was surprised: "Xiaoxue, that is the dipping sauce recipe your master taught you. I have nothing to say after tasting it. How come——"

"Does the one made by the guests in Group A taste better?"

Lin Xue remained silent, but it was obvious that she could not accept this result.

The third scoring guest, Meng Qiong, soon came on stage.

After she finished eating, her expression changed for some reason and she suddenly raised her hand to suggest a pause.

The director walked over with a confused look on his face: "What's wrong?"

Meng Qiong was wearing a microphone, so she could clearly hear her voice: "Do the dipping sauces for groups A and C taste the same?"

Just a short sentence.

There was an uproar at the scene.

Several tourists who had just walked down from the stage echoed: "Well... the taste is indeed very similar."

This is exactly the reason why they hesitated to speak just now.

Because, during the introduction session, the guests from Group C specifically stated that this dipping sauce was independently made by guest Lin Xue, and it was a secret recipe that had never been leaked to anyone.

But now this 'secret recipe' tastes like the dipping sauce of the guests in Group A?

This kind of thing... is really embarrassing.

"How is this possible?!" Lin Xue was the first to question it.

Meng Qiong looked at Lin Xue: "I think you can come and try it yourself."

Lin Xue took the clean disposable tableware handed to her by Meng Qiong without hesitation. She only used the tip of her chopsticks to dip a little from the bowl and put it into her mouth.

Then he suddenly raised his head, his whole body became solemn, and looked around: "Who in your group made this dipping sauce?"

Qunjie raised his hand blankly: "It's me..."

Lin Xue almost asked out loud: "How did you get this formula?!"

"Searched? Where did you search?"

"...It should be on the Internet." Qunjie's uncertain look made Lin Xue frown even more tightly, and she even began to get a little excited.

"This is my master's recipe. How can I find it on the Internet?!"

Sheng Yuan said calmly: "I gave it to him."

Before Lin Xue could speak.

Zheng Baiqing had already come over and spoke quickly: "Then where did you get it from?"

"Xiaoxue definitely wouldn't have spread the recipe for no reason," Zheng Baiqing turned around and asked with concern, "Xiaoxue, think about it carefully. Before today, have you ever put the dipping sauce on the menu of your restaurant?"

Lin Xue shook her head affirmatively: "No, there has never been one before."

Zhang Yang nodded beside him to testify for Lin Xue. Since the show started, the restaurant's menu was discussed by the two of them together. He knew everything about it.

It was never included in the menu...

but--

A very vague fragment of memory suddenly flashed through Lin Xue's mind.

Before he could think about it, he was interrupted by Zheng Baiqing's sharp voice: "This is very strange. How did the formula leak out and then spread to the Internet?"

"So Sheng Yuan, which website did you search for this from?" he asked in a sarcastic tone.

Sheng Yuan frowned slightly: "I didn't say I searched it online."

She said frankly: "It was the tutorial given by Master Wu Hui."

Lin Xue was stunned on the spot: "My master???"

Zheng Baiqing acted as if she had heard a joke: "You should draft your lies before telling them. Everyone knows that Chef Wu Hui is a judge in the chef competition in the neighboring province and hasn't arrived at the program recording site yet."

"Oh, he hasn't arrived yet, so I'll give you a recipe first?"

"Everyone, wait a moment," Meng Qiong spoke at the right time, attracting everyone's attention: "When I came back from outside this afternoon, I seemed to have heard that Lin Xue's notebook was lost, and everyone helped to find it?"

"Was it at that time... that the secret recipe was leaked?"

Lin Xue nodded: "Yes, Sheng Yuan found it and gave it back to me."

Zheng Xueqing next to her clapped her hands as if she had discovered something important, and said, "That's right!"

Then she instantly pointed the spearhead straight at Sheng Yuan.

"Sheng Yuan, you peeked at Xiaoxue's notebook, right?!"

As soon as these words came out.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

In the afternoon, the looks and expressions of the staff present became somewhat subtle, and one could not help but make associations.

——The loss of Lin Xue’s notebook had nothing to do with Sheng Yuan.

But the notebook was picked up by Sheng Yuan, and there was no lock on it. If someone was curious and wanted to open it and take a look... it's hard to say.

“…”

Meng Qiong, who guided the wind direction seamlessly, stood at the back, turned his head, and gave a complacent look to Gu Yun in the front row of the audience.

Gu Yun looked at the scene on the stage, feeling a sense of relief welling up in his chest, and his gaze on Sheng Yuan seemed to be poisoned.

"know?"

A deep male voice beside her made Gu Yun tremble all over.

Shi Xuan seemed to be keenly aware of the interaction between Meng Qiong and her.

Gu Yun quickly hid the emotions in her eyes in panic, then showed an innocent expression and asked in confusion.

"What?"

"Ah Xuan, who are you talking about?"

(End of this chapter)