Everyone turned to stare at the five judges, awaiting the declaration of the final result.
Ricky's breathing had accelerated drastically. He could decipher the choices of the five judges from their words, but he was still hoping for a miracle. He had made that sauce after three years of hard work and countless failures, all in an effort to improve the flavor of his rotisserie's roast meat, which had remained the same for decades. It was an endeavor that required an extensive amount of courage and wisdom.
He couldn't lose. This restaurant had been passed down in three generations of his Barkly Family. If he were to lose it to someone else, how could he continue to live on in this world?
Amy was already joyfully tucking in to her second kebab. She was not in the slightest concerned about the final verdict. In her eyes, there was no one who could possibly beat her father, so it was clear that he would emerge victorious.
