The sudden scene left everyone dumbfounded.
It wasn't until about ten seconds later that the crowd burst into laughter again.
The bald judge, with a look of smug satisfaction, disdainfully looked at Zhang Xiaowei and scored directly, "Zero."
Without any tasting, to give a zero was a clear insult to Zhang Xiaowei.
"You haven't even tasted my dish yet, what gives you the right to score me a zero?"
"What right? Simply because you're not a chef at all, and the way you cook is utterly rough. Just watching the process of you cooking, I've lost all appetite. What qualifies such a thing to be judged by me?"
The bald judge, full of contempt, arrogantly excused himself with such twisted logic.
Zhang Xiaowei was filled with indignation but managed to keep a composed expression.
"So you mean to say that in this competition, tasting the dishes made by the contestants isn't necessary and the judges can freely score based on their mood, correct?"
