"The eleventh apprentice, Shanben Xiaoshu!"
At the entrance of the main hall, the ice-faced miko cast an indifferent gaze.
"It's my turn! It's my turn!"
Shanben Xiaoshu, as if pardoned, immediately got up and dashed into the main hall.
Hmph.
Ujou Mamie put away her phone, knelt on her cushion, and scanned the ever-composed Xia Yu with a mental nod of approval.
"Mr. Xia Yu, being ranked later this time shouldn't discourage you," Ujou Mamie said, her anger subsided, smiling kindly at him.
"For me, I've attended at least ten training camps over the years, accumulating enough experience to finally have confidence. But you are still very young; if you can pass the assessment before the age of twenty, you'd already be a rare young top-class chef."
She emphasized the word "young."
"In this session of the training camp, you and Shanben Xiaoshu are the youngest, everyone else, like me, is over thirty."
