The day of the cooking battle arrived. Hours before the main event, the cooking arena was already filled with students and spectators waiting for Han Yixin and Lu Xinyi to show up. At the backstage, people were busy preparing the stage while Han Yixin and Lu Xinyi were on their own dressing rooms, waiting for the time to arrive.
"Yixin, you shouldn't give Lu Xinyi a chance to win," Wen Shufen whispered to Han Yixin while she combed the latter's hair and tied it on a high ponytail.
"Shufen, don't know what you did to offend Lu Xinyi, but don't you think you owe me an explanation?" Han Yixin looked at Wen Shufen's reflection in the mirror and saw how she faltered.
"I told you, it was Lu Xinyi who started it. She must have been jealous of you and couldn't wait to take your spot." Wen Shufen swallowed down the lump on her throat.
