Last but not the least, Huang Shenghao's Honey Yogurt Panna Cotta with Blood Orange Sauce. Upon seeing it, Lu Xinyi thought how her plating was subpar to this man! She pursed her lips and tried not to frown from her own silliness.
Did she not receive enough creativity or artistic genes from her parents? Why couldn't she come up with this kind of elegant-looking dishes passable as restaurant or magazine cover dishes?
She chided herself. This wasn't the time for self-pity!
At that time, He Haotian lowered his fork and eyed the dessert.
"Seeing the plating of this dish—when you look at it, would you still have the mood to eat it?" He murmured beside his apprentice.
Lu Xinyi nodded. She couldn't blame her mentor for thinking the same thing. Just the colors alone made it a visually stunning dessert, and she bet that it tasted just as stunning.
