At last, Zhou Kang and Zhao Xun finished cooking. Ma Xiaoxiao, perhaps feeling embarrassed too, volunteered to carry the dishes over.
Everyone tacitly avoided mentioning the rather undignified farce from earlier.
Of all the tables, the one with the most people was the quietest.
It left even the host a little reluctant to announce that these would be their groups for the next day...
Meanwhile, the production team's voting results were out. The group whose dish received the most votes would get 100 yuan.
"Here's a rather cruel announcement: the table you're sitting at now is your group. You'll be surviving like this for the whole day tomorrow!"
At the host's words, Zhao Xun's expression instantly soured. Beside him, Zhou Kang patted him, signaling for him to stay calm.
Song Dimu's immediate reaction was relief that he hadn't agreed to team up with them.
Bai Junwang had badmouthed Xia Shule, so he didn't like him.
"I'll cook shrimp for you tomorrow." Song Dimu looked at Xia Shule with tenderness all over his face, as though watching his own child enjoying his food so much. His cheeks were stuffed full, like a little hamster.
Xia Shule hadn't swallowed the food in his mouth yet. He looked at Song Dimu in delighted surprise and nodded repeatedly.
A little later, the director came over, carrying several empty bowls.
"Based on everyone's votes, first place goes to Song Dimu's braised fish. Second is Zheng Fanfeiran's cola chicken wings, third is Xu Suidong's cold noodles in chili oil, and fourth is Zhou Kang's stir-fried water spinach."
"First place gets 100 yuan, second gets eighty, and third gets sixty. Since the last two groups have joined together, they'll get forty yuan."
"This money is for tomorrow's living expenses. Tonight, you can still use what's in the