A culinary duel without cheers or discussions has reached its most thrilling climax.
"Plop..."
The old man, Xia Qing, held a clean cloth in his hand, constantly transferring bamboo tubes that had been roasting for a long time off the grill.
One bamboo tube after another fell onto the platter, resembling sugarcane, stacked one by one without any exotic presentation.
As a certain bamboo tube was placed on the platter, it suddenly trembled and emitted a pleasant sound. It was evident that after an hour of baking, the bamboo had dried and began developing visible cracks.
In this manner, a whole platter of bamboo tubes was brought onto the judges' table.
"Everyone, please enjoy—"
Xia Qing said.
Behind the table, the five judges, having removed their hoods and revealed their true appearances, glanced up at the imposing Xia Qing, their expressions cold or friendly.
Yan Qi, the friendliest among them, had a hint of a smile in his eyes.
