In the entire competition venue, only Sun Ming was left struggling on his own, refusing to leave.
Everyone else had already gone to line up, and even several judges had run off because the dish Master Fan made was just too fragrant.
If fried rice signifies the pinnacle of restraint, then this stir-fried meat with seasonal vegetables epitomizes a flamboyant perfection.
The aroma of each vegetable was brought out to its fullest, giving one the sensation of meandering through a world of greens.
At this moment, the Food Square had turned into a place where everyone formed snakelike queues, winding forward to receive their own portion of the dish.
Meanwhile, the live broadcast on the internet was causing a huge stir.
"Boss of Little River Live appears at the chef competition?"
"Master Fan allegedly restricted from competition slots, starts his own kitchen to showcase his skills."
"The grudges between Master Fan and the Sun family, who is right and who is wrong?"
