Only those Spirit Chefs highly recognized by Fu Hang could be invited to the Beef Tasting Banquet at the Zhen Niu Pavilion.
This invitation, given in front of thousands of audience, sufficed to demonstrate Fu Hang's level of approval for Qin Lang.
In the audience, Lei Ke, who had advanced to the second round of the elimination competition, had not yet left.
At the moment, he was looking at the younger figure in the field, his face grave.
Wen Si Tofu...
During the previous Food Recommenders' tasting section, he was glued to the close-up on the big screen, thinking about a problem.
If he was the one to cut the tofu, could he cut it to such a degree?
Lei Ke, well aware of his own knife skills, had the answer in his heart.
No, he couldn't.
Something he couldn't do, yet this Spirit Chef younger than him could do.
This alone was enough for Lei Ke to take the other party seriously.
