At the same time, in Jingzhou…
Pei Qian was in his office as well. He read the various department's work reports from time to time while watching the Street Food Contest live-stream.
The first group was the pancake group. The vendors were progressing differently. Some of them had just finished flipping the dough, while others had already started sprinkling bits and pieces of green onions on it. While everyone was very skilled, there would still be a difference.
"I'm actually watching the live-stream of making pancakes. I feel like this scene is a little ridiculous."
Pei Qian could not help but complain.
The audience slowly increased, and the bullet screen comments became denser as he watched the situation in the live-stream.
"What the hell is this! A group of people dressed so formally, and yet they're selling pancakes?"
"There are actually judges for pancakes? That's too magical!"
