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The beef is pierced with a fork.

It traced a glossy curve in mid-air before being steadily placed into the mouth of Judge Number One.

No need to chew.

Judge Number One's eyes widened, his pupils contracted sharply, as if he had been struck by something.

"Mmm-hmm!"

He nodded frantically, his chin almost hitting his chest, while chewing greedily.

He lowered his head, his knife and fork swiftly cutting into the steak. The blade sliced ​​into the crispy crust with a soft crackling sound, and pink juices immediately seeped out from the cuts.

He skillfully tossed the cut steaks into the sauce, the brown sauce coating the meat evenly, and then fed them one after another into his mouth.

"It's delicious!"

After finishing the entire steak, the judge finally had time to utter his first words, his voice filled with the exhilaration of a thoroughly enjoyable battle.

Immediately afterwards, he began his attack on the pasta.

He inserted his fork into the pasta, carefully lifted the bottom of the wooden plate, and as the excess sauce began to drip down, he continuously rotated the fork from bottom to top and from the outside to the inside, ensuring that every strand of pasta was coated with the sauce at the bottom of the plate as much as possible.

He didn't start eating the pasta until the brown sauce had almost evenly coated every strand, and the pasta glistened under the light.

It was finished in four or five bites.

While his mouth was still chewing and his stomach was just starting to wake up, he used the last broccoli florets as a mop, swishing them back and forth on the plate to wipe away all the remaining sauce.

The entire plate was incredibly shiny and clean, looking as if it had been washed.

"Um!"

He reluctantly put the last bit of broccoli into his mouth, his cheeks slowly twitching more than thirty times, as if he were savoring some rare treasure.

Only when everyone around him grew impatient and started clicking their tongues in frustration did he swallow it in one gulp, then snapped a thumbs up:

"This sauce is incredible! Even if it were dropped on shit, I'd hesitate, wondering if it was feasible to slurp it up, and whether the potential consequences would be worth it!"

This is a dull and unpleasant remark, yet it's incredibly relatable.

It made it seem as if one could truly see that outrageous scene.

"Ugh, I actually imagined that scene! You're absolutely disgusting!"

"He basically means the sauce is delicious."

"That still doesn't solve the problem!"

Hearing these comments, Judge Number One shook his head again and added:

"I exaggerated a bit just now..."

In a word.

This drew everyone's attention back to him.

I knew it!

There's no way a sauce could be this exaggerated.

The diners patted their chests, trying to calm their racing hearts.

"I forgot to mention that the steak itself is also very well cooked, no less so than the sauce. It's tender and juicy, with an explosively rich beef flavor, and the taste is absolutely superb."

He nodded, then tapped his knuckles lightly twice on the table to confirm:

"Mmm, top-notch cooking techniques, top-notch sauces and seasonings, top-notch combination... the three combined are simply divine!"

I go!

It turns out it wasn't an overestimation, but rather an underestimation!

After hearing his final evaluation, everyone understood and began urging him to try the steak at Wenji Restaurant.

"Eat up! See if the sauce is from the same source!"

"Yes, that's the key!"

"I think that person's cooking skills are definitely not as good as Chef Lingyun's. I just wonder how the sauce is!"

The first judge nodded.

He complied with public opinion, picked up a fork, cut off a slice of steak, and held it up in the air.

As the only judge currently qualified to speak, he took a serious and responsible approach and first carefully sniffed the air.

"Um!"

He nodded again, his nostrils flaring slightly.

"You know what, the sauces for these two dishes really do taste quite similar!"

A chorus of exclamations rose from all around, like waves of wheat rippling in the wind.

"That's amazing! It seems there really is a connection between the two!"

"That's true. Even if it's just hearsay, there has to be some basis for it."

"Wouldn't Ling Yun be equivalent to... Ding Chunqiu, who betrayed his master and ancestors? I'm afraid the original is a deaf-mute old man who can't defeat his traitorous disciple!"

"Who cares about whether he's a traitor or not, I'll eat at whichever restaurant is the best."

"You can't say that. If it really was stolen, shouldn't we at least pay some copyright fees?"

"It's hard to say what a secret recipe is. Ling Yun can easily claim it as his own secret recipe by simply adding a little something that won't affect the taste and adjusting the amount."

While everyone was discussing it.

Judge number one had already put the juicy steak into his mouth.

Take the first bite.

Hmm, it's fairly soft and juicy.

It's not even in the same league as Lingyun's steak.

if……

Ouch!

I'm fucking idiot!

What kind of seasoning did he use?!

Do you mean stinky salted fish with canned herring?

How did he come up with such an amazing marinade?

I stole your grandma!

Who would steal such a terrible formula to do business?!

wrong!

Dog poop just smells bad!

This stuff is awful, pungent, irritating, and incredibly bitter!

At the last minute.

The brain of Reviewer Number One engaged in one of the most rapid thought processes in its life.

A thought flashed through my mind like lightning:

It's so rotten that I can't be the only one to enjoy it.

People have the strongest willpower when they do bad things.

Judge Number One, with a willpower far exceeding his usual limits of endurance, swallowed the piece of beef with veins bulging on his neck.

Swallow it like that.

He felt as if a lump of that stuff had been thrown into his incredibly fragrant stomach, leaving him feeling completely drained, his shoulders slumped, and his eyes glazed over.

Damn Wenji Little Shop.

If I don't leave you guys with 800 negative reviews tomorrow, I'm not human!

He fiercely swore an oath of safety.

Judge Number One, having exhausted all his acting skills, took a deep breath and shook his head regretfully:

"While theirs were alright... Chef Lingyun's was definitely much tastier!"

Everyone panicked: "What about the seasonings? What about the recipe?"

Well...

Judge Number One stroked his chin, his brow furrowed, and said carefully:

"There are some similarities... but if we're talking about identical ones, they're completely different."

different!?

Another gasp of surprise erupted from the surrounding area, as if a pot had been boiled over.

"Since they taste different, then they must not be from the same recipe, right?"

"Then it's not stealing!"

"I just checked, and Ling Yun did indeed work there. They probably thought he stole it, but actually, someone else developed a better one."

After all this trouble...

Steaks were served one after another.

The judges took turns tasting the food and sharing their conclusions.

Second reviewer:

"Chef Lingyun's food is so delicious... um... Wenji Restaurant's... um... worth a try..."

Third Reviewer:

"Wow—this—Lingyun Steak is amazing! It's so good! I'm totally hooked...I have to check out Wenji Steakhouse...oh my god...I really have to try it!"

After the sixth judge finished voting, everyone gave their score to Lingyun, believing that Lingyun's steak was tastier and that there was no suspicion that he had copied the recipe.

"Chef Lingyun, justice truly resides in the hearts of the people!"

Zhang Moli smiled contentedly and let out a long breath:

"I knew it! Chef Lingyun, you're not that kind of person."

"Yeah?"

Ling Yun chuckled and joked, his shovel still flying across the iron plate:

"You've been scared twice already, remember not to be scared next time!"

Zhang Moli's face flushed red to the roots of her ears. Realizing the teasing tone, she turned her head away, not daring to look at Ling Yun.

Lingyun found it increasingly easier and easier.

Many customers tasted his steak for the first time today, and they gave him a lot of publicity.

According to Li He's observations.

There are at least a dozen accounts currently live-streaming this competition.

The live stream with the most viewers already has over a thousand people watching online.

Many people also said they would come to the scene immediately to see for themselves.

"Yes, it will get better gradually."

Ling Yun was not surprised at all by the growing popularity.

This taste is something any normal person would like.

"Let's take it slow, one step at a time, and walk steadily!"

Li He nodded excitedly, her ponytail swinging behind her head like a small flag.

"I...I vote for Wen's Kitchen..."

A slightly hoarse voice came from the judges' panel:

"The sauce on this steak is exactly the same."

Ok?

Ling Yun and Li He turned their heads at the same time and found that the person who had just spoken was the seventh judge.

Then,

Judge #8: "I...I also believe this was stolen."

Judge number nine: "Wenji Shop's sauce... um, cough cough... is original."

Judge number ten: "Lingyun...cough...Lingyun's is delicious, but it's still based on the sauce from Wenji Shop."

Eleventh judge: "I agree with tenth judge."

Judge No. 12: "Hmm, Ling Yun plagiarized... cough... plagiarized Wenji's Little Shop."

From the 7th to the 15th.

A total of nine votes were cast, all for Wenji Shop.

Li He's expression changed drastically.

She suddenly turned her head to look at the female host sitting in the last row, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, her knuckles white.

Even including the host's own votes, Ling Yun's best result is a tie.

Even if there's still one vote left for Wenji Shop.

Then Ling Yun has to... lose!

"That's impossible!"

Zhang Moli covered her mouth, but a scream escaped through her fingers.