"Respected judges, please taste it."
Qin Lang served the dishes to the five judges, "This dish is called Red Braised Oxtail."
After saying that, he quietly stood beside Du Weiwei, waiting for the judges' evaluations.
"Is that all you're going to say?" Du Weiwei whispered, "During the judges' tasting process, you can introduce the dish more."
"Thank you for the reminder." Qin Lang smiled, "But I think, this should be enough."
A slight noise caught Du Weiwei's attention.
She turned her head towards the judging panel, and her eyes widened involuntarily.
The five judges were tasting the dishes with satisfying expressions on their faces.
When they tasted her dish earlier, they had no expression on their faces!
This...
Suddenly, Du Weiwei had a bad premonition.
"Phew!"
Zhou Yun, who had tasted the Red Braised Oxtail, exhaled a murky breath, wiped his mouth and then took a sip of water. He looked at Qin Lang with slightly strange eyes.
