"Time's up! Please, present your dishes before Senior Brother Yang!"
The three ladies all presented their what they'd prepared.
Mu Lin made Kung Pao Chicken.
She proudly fluffed her hair, as if preparing to deliver an important speech.
"As you can see, my dish looks quite different. Now, I'm not saying mine's better than what any other woman might prepare, but it's certainly superior."
Yang Wei and Tianyi tilted their heads, confused.
Yang Wei then asked, "Uh, isn't that the same thing?"
Mu Lin chuckled and replied, "Oh no, dear, quite different."
Basically, mine and theirs can never be compared because I have the power of nostalgia on my side. They're not on my level!
While she was reveling in her triumph with a smug smile, everyone looked at her, puzzled by the sudden silence.
Yang Wei then said, "Lin'er?"
Mu Lin snapped out of her daydream and clapped elegantly.
