"Here's your fried rice. Please enjoy your meal." Lu Xinyi served the bowls to the judges. The rich aromatic scent of her fried rice teased their nose. The scent was nostalgic and weirdly familiar to the two judges. It immediately assaulted their nostrils, making their stomach grumble just by the scent alone. All of them gulped; they had tasted several fried rice earlier, but this was the only one that made them feel hungry.
With four pairs of eyes staring at her, Lu Xinyi hesitated to move from her spot as she waited for them to take a taste on her dish. The covers of the bowls were lifted, and the sudden mist that was trapped inside dissipated, surprising the judges.
Qu Shaowei, the head manager of the senior year students was in awe. He hadn't seen and tasted this familiar dish for years; and when Tian Lingyu made the same thing last year during his entrance exams, Qu Shaowei regretted not being part of the panel of judges back then.
