On the players' spectator seats, Tang Xie looked at Qin Lang, who had not come to the spectator seats but was casually chatting with the trio. An intense desire to compete surged in his eyes.
This was the third time.
He had already lost to Qin Lang three times in their duels.
This proved that he was still insufficient and needed to work harder.
Next time, he definitely would not lose again!
"Ding——"
With the sound of the bell, the last closed kitchen door finally opened.
A young man, about 20 years old, with a head full of unruly hair tied up by a bandana, pushed out a kitchen cabinet car calmly with his deep brown eyes.
"Contestant Lei Ke has finished his cooking!"
"He is the only contestant from outside the local area in this competition. Let's see what kind of dish he has brought from Danju City!"
With all eyes from the venue on him, Lei Ke remained calm.
Everything was under his control.
Even being the last to appear was all part of his plan.
