"I protest!"
In the midst of the furious jeering from the onlookers, Jin Ming loudly expressed his discontent.
He, who had previously scored nine points, had been in a gloriously unrivaled position.
But who would have thought that he would actually lose to someone smashing cucumbers?
As a first-grade chef, how could he tolerate such an insult?
The noisy crowd gradually quieted down, waiting to see how the judges would appease Jin Ming.
"Well, now. You deal with this mess!"
The bald judge was very dissatisfied with the scores of the other four judges, and upon seeing Jin Ming's protest, he immediately shifted the blame onto them.
The four judges frowned, at a loss for what to do.
"It's not that we intentionally went against you; it's just that this kid's smashed cucumbers are really delicious."
