So he did not try any more and simply sat there.
Lu Qin was not interested in this kind of fusion cuisine either. Although the dish tasted decent, it still fell short of his own cooking.
The others all spent at least five minutes tasting it before scribbling down their comments.
After finishing, they all glanced at Lu Qin, more or less covertly.
It gave Lu Qin the feeling of being the first to hand in an exam paper.
What an international joke. Four taels of Tongji Meat could yield three taels and seven qian of shredded meat?
The ten minutes were almost up.
Some people had just finished filling out their tasting evaluations and let out a long breath.
Others had frowned throughout the tasting process as though they were answering college entrance exam questions, even breaking out in sweat.
Lu Qin could not help wondering. They were merely helping taste a dish. If they had something to say, they said it; if not, they did not.
Were they afraid that, with so many people present, failing to identify anything would make them lose face?
On second thought, Lu Qin felt that was probably it.
At that moment, Rong Xuan Ji Restaurant's manager, Zhu Li, came in and collected the fourteen evaluation forms.
Then she led the group into the kitchen.
The kitchen had been cleared out, leaving only a long table in the middle with fourteen cutting boards on it.
A piece of Tongji Meat sat on each cutting board.
Lu Qin had initially thought there were more dishes to taste in the kitchen, but looking at the setup, were they supposed to cut meat?
What was Fang Ya up to?
A staff member brought in two tripods, placing them at opposite corners of the kitchen before