"My name is Wu Xiaoshan, and for this food festival registration, I want to cook braised mandarin fish and stir-fried Chinese cabbage," Xiaoshan replied confidently.
"So it's Mr. Wu."
Director Liu didn't show any change in expression; he instructed a staff member next to him, "Quickly bring the registration form over."
After a pause, he looked at Xiaoshan with a smile and said, "Mr. Wu, although there are no specific thresholds set for contestants in our food festival, there are still rules in the competition."
"As for the judging of the food festival, any dish must possess elements such as color, aroma, flavor, and presentation. I don't know how much expertise you have with these two dishes, but I still support you; good luck!"
Liu Wei had never seen his uncle, Liu Haitang, speak to someone with such a humble attitude, and moreover, to someone he had always looked down upon, Wu Xiaoshan. His emotions were incredibly complex at that moment.
