So he picked up his knife and fork, cut off a small piece of chicken, frowned, and put it in his mouth.
The other judges stared intently at him, as if he were taking some kind of poison and would collapse at any moment.
Then, the judges' panel fell into complete silence.
In the center of the venue, the host was still enthusiastically commentating, going on and on: "Now we see that some judges have started eating. I wonder what their evaluations will be! Hmm... what's going on? Why are the judges silent after they finished eating? Is it because this fried chicken cutlet is too awful and they can't think of any good words to say? Indeed, with Chef Wang's braised chicken as a benchmark, it's really hard for others to surpass it. In my personal opinion, this fried chicken cutlet deserves a maximum of 7 points..."
Suddenly, a strange cry from the judges' panel interrupted his explanation.
Turning around, I saw that the judge was actually...crying?!
The elderly judge put down his chopsticks, took off his glasses, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and wept uncontrollably. He seemed to be crying so hard that all the other judges panicked.
Everyone present was stunned by this scene, their eyes wide with disbelief. They wanted to figure out what was going on. Had they come to the wrong venue? Was this not a competition, but the scene of some kind of emotional column?
Chef Wang's heart skipped a beat, sensing something was wrong, and he immediately turned to look at He Jing.
He Jing stood calmly in the scoring area, her body straight, her hands clasped together, her posture natural and elegant.
She seemed to have everything under her control.
How could this be? She's only eighteen...
Could an eighteen-year-old girl really beat a chef with decades of experience?
Chef Wang tried his best to stay calm and not panic. It was possible that He Jing's cooking was just too terrible. He absolutely couldn't let his mind wander until the very last moment...
Meanwhile, the host was thinking the same thing: "Oh my god, this is a bit awkward. Has Chef He's fried chicken really gotten this bad? The other judges are all hesitating whether to take a bite or not. To avoid all the judges being driven to tears by how bad it is, I suggest we take it away..."
As soon as he finished speaking, staff members immediately came up to the stage to prepare to clear the plates.
At this moment, a female judge standing next to the veteran judge suddenly spoke up to stop them, saying, "Wait!"
Everyone was stunned again.
This whole thing has taken one turn after another, what's going on here!
The photographer cleverly captured a close-up of the female judge's facial expression. The beautiful young judge wore an expression of anticipation and hesitation, similar to opening Pandora's box. Her delicate eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. She picked up her knife and fork and slowly cut open the fried chicken cutlet in front of her. After the dark brown fried chicken cutlet was cut open, a pool of clear golden honey flowed out, and the meat inside was an extremely beautiful bright red!
boom--
The entire audience erupted in uproar!
What...what is this?!
It looks absolutely gorgeous!
The golden nectar flowed like the filling in a lava egg yolk mooncake, without a trace of impurity. The red of the meat was closer to that of a pan-fried steak, and it was excessively dazzling against the dark brown crust.
Even though each chicken cutlet is only 1 centimeter thick, it has such distinct layers, it looks incredibly delicious!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, as everyone was unable to contain their excitement and swallowing their saliva, the female judge forked up a piece and stuffed it into her mouth.
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