"Please have some—"
Xia Yu served soup to each of the five judges.
Holding steaming bowls of soup, the judges exchanged glances, excluding the leader.
"What's it like to hold a bowl of tasteless soup?"
Wei Qinglian roughly felt like she'd come up with a title for a Bihu article.
The leader boldly moved his spoon, dipping the white spoon into the dark-colored soup. As he scooped a large spoonful and brought it to his mouth, he paused suddenly, slightly moved, staring at the ripples swaying on the spoon.
A shadow of a fish flickered and disappeared from his sight.
"Has it appeared again?"
As he spoke, resolve surfaced in the leader's eyes. He decisively turned around, tilting the spoon towards the sink, and the hot soup splashed down.
Sizzle.
The splashed soup scattered into countless droplets.
An overwhelming scene unfolded!
