"This is impossible, the cleaver has been tampered with; how could it not have shattered after so many chops!"
Zhou Zheng was becoming anxious; he was mixing some soup base, and unconsciously scattered all of the seasoning into it.
Li Tai's breathing also became rapid involuntarily: "That cutting board is hollow and can't possibly withstand the force of chopping; how did he manage to cut the vegetables?"
The four of them instantly tensed up, their gazes all fixed on Chen Yu, just waiting for him to make a fool of himself.
According to the rules of the competition, if there was the slightest mistake with Chen Yu's equipment, he would be declared the loser.
But as time went on, Chen Yu became more and more adept, and his speed also kept increasing; on the cutting board, he had prepared ingredients for a total of seven dishes.
The four of them gave up any hope and could only bury their heads and concentrate on cooking their own dishes.
