"Moon Knight, what do you think?"
Hearing Rafelia's inquiry, Velin said with a serious expression, "They all look quite good, but whether they are truly good or not, I'll need to taste them to know."
Rafelia was stunned for a moment before reacting. Her focus was on this competition, while her companion's focus was clearly on the delicacies currently being cooked.
Since that was the case, she would just go along with it; as long as the other party approved, it was all that mattered.
As time passed, this Ten-Year Best Chef Championship entered its most intense stage of confrontation.
Velin's gaze constantly shifted back and forth between the five cooking stations. If not for the occasion, he would have loved to go down right now and stand guard by the stove, ready to dig in the moment the food came out of the pot.
On the VIP viewing platform, Kyle thoughtfully observed the process of the five contestants handling and cooking ingredients, extracting their strengths to learn from them.
Come to think of it, he seemed to have abstained from cooking for two years. He could actually try out these new cooking methods when he went back this time.
Unwittingly, amidst the breath-holding concentration of tens of thousands of people, this competition drew to a close.
"Congratulations to Master Leya on finishing her cooking. Next, let us quietly await the works of the other four masters."
After completing the final plating, the Eight-winged Seraph reached out, removed the apron from her chest, and set it aside.
Looking at that food radiating a golden glow, Velin's face was filled with anticipation. As a judge right now, however, he needed to maintain a certain level of decorum; after nodding with a feigned air of dignity, he averted his gaze.
His line