Having lost the championship, Yang Zishan was simply unwilling to show her face in front of the media.
She felt both angry and annoyed, having prepared for so long and even specially hired a chef to develop a new dish.
All this was done in hopes of winning the championship at the food festival's final.
But in the end, the championship had slipped into someone else's hands.
Although second place wasn't bad, its shine could never compare to that of the champion's.
For their hotel, as well as Wu Xiaoshan's Wolong Mountain Brand Ingredients, this second place held no value whatsoever.
Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, Yang Zishan had already made her way to the center of the venue.
She wanted to taste for herself if Hua Youmin's mandarin fish heads, one red and one white, truly deserved the full marks every judge had awarded.
After taking a bite of the fish, her expression changed drastically.
"How is this possible?"
