Some teams savored every bite carefully, even smacking the residue of seasonings, and argued for a long time over whether to use broad bean paste or lotus paste, dark soy sauce or light soy sauce.
Some teams, whether out of carelessness or genuine skill, or something else entirely, took a few symbolic bites of the dish, then quickly wrote on it, passing it to the next person, who then confirmed it and added a few more points...
The staff nearby saw it all. If it was correct, it was fine. But if it was wrong, the treatment for writing it randomly and writing it wrong would definitely be different.
This is what is stated in Article 1 of the competition rules: "The right of interpretation belongs to the organizer."
As the incense burned out, Shen Mo said, "Time is up. Please hand in your final answers to the staff and leave the competition venue in an orderly manner! Please refrain from making noises or whispering!"
Wang Shugen blew on the ink on the paper and said, "Come here, little brother."
Staff: "Please leave immediately."
Soon, the contestants with odd numbers went downstairs and were replaced by those with even numbers.
"I want to go to the toilet. The game is over, can I go now?" Wang Shugen raised his hand and spoke timidly.
"Please be patient and wait until the next game starts before going." Shen Mo said.
"Okay, I'll bear with it." Wang Shugen sat down again, hugging his arms a little nervously.
A team member nearby consoled him, "Brother Wang, don't worry. Our team is so successful thanks to you. I don't think other teams have such a good tongue like you."
Now we can see the difference. Some people are really good, and many of those who are in the same group with the big guys are thinking of giving up the competition.
"Don't praise me, I'm just a nobody." Wang Shugen forced a smile, still very nervous.
"Clang!" Shen Mo struck the gong again, "The game begins!"
Then he whispered to Wang Shugen: "The toilet is on the left after entering the kitchen. Go quickly."
"Ai."
Wang Shugen put his hands in his sleeves, his face full of gratitude.
"I was just wondering, where did you get this gong? It's not in the plan, right?"
"It used to be used to collect rewards," Shen Mo turned the gong over and held it in front of Liu Qinghuan. "You once put a silver ingot on it, and it won me over on the spot. How come you don't remember it? It doesn't matter if you don't remember. Put another ingot on it, and maybe you'll remember it."
Shen Mo was grinning, and Liu Qinghuan rolled his eyes at him: "You've forgotten your previous job. If you like, you can go back and continue to collect tips, so you don't have to work here for that meager salary."
Shen Mo: "Boss! I am completely devoted to you and loyal to you! Please don't misunderstand me!"
"You said that..." Liu Qinghuan touched his chin, "Aren't you afraid that Zijun will punch you to death?"
Ye Heng: Very fierce.
Shen Mo: QAQ.
"I still have to arrange the competition, so I'll take my leave first." Shen Mo went directly to the second floor, staying away from Liu Qinghuan and Ye Heng.
He swore that he would never talk nonsense again!
"Qinghuan, you are just taking advantage of the power of the tiger."
Liu Qinghuan pinched Ye Heng and said, "Zijun, you are asking for trouble."
Ye Heng: ...
You can't reason with women. —Ye Heng
"Miss Liu, master, the scores for the odd-numbered groups have been assessed." Yutang took out a stack of papers, which contained the answers that the groups had just submitted.
Liu Qinghuan took it and saw that everyone in the lobby was glancing at her with gazes like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. She paused.
Ye Heng glared at them, scaring everyone so much that they lowered their heads and turned their backs to them.
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