The chefs have been talking, eating and handing out samples for almost two hours by the time they call it quits and begin to return to their hotels. Just like last year, there seem to be no hard feelings after the cooking competition, just food and friends.
"See, this is how a competition is supposed to end." I laugh, waving back at the crowds of people still socializing in the event arena.
"I don't think it works if you have just finished punching them in the face though." Karl teases me, but Elder Song looks like he's considering if food might actually make competitors stop caring about getting beat up.
"Thoughts, Elder?"
