Mag and Harris carried their cut potatoes over to the judges' table.
Everyone looked at Mag's lifelike potato golden dragon, then looked at Harris' pieces of potatoes on the plate, and immediately came to a conclusion in their heart. There seemed to be no suspense for this first round?
"Why does this golden dragon look a little familiar?" Yabemiya murmured softly.
Elizabeth, who was standing next to her, whispered, "It's based on you."
"Huh???" Yabemiya was stunned, and then immediately blushed.
"You first, my young friend." Harris stood in front of the judges' table, and waved his hand gentlemanly.
Mag swept his gaze across the messily placed pieces of potato on Harris' plate. All the shapes and sizes differed as if a child had chopped them up haphazardly. He couldn't help cocking his eyebrow. Was he planning to let him win the first round?
