Nian Shutong pointed forward, and the four heads leaned in, slightly colliding with each other.
"This…"
"That…"
"Got it?"
"Got it."
"Good."
"No problem."
Lian Qing, Lin Mu, and Master Fan all responded at the same time, prompting Nian Shutong to nod, stand up, and with a calm, confident smile said, "Alright, let's get moving."
All four glanced once more toward the entrance of the chef competition, then turned and left, their steps hurried but mostly filled with excitement.
Today was just about securing a spot in the competition; the actual contest would begin tomorrow.
Each year, the competition attracted quite a crowd since the food that day was free. Although the portions weren't large, getting a taste was still pretty good.
Each visitor or passerby at Food Square could receive ten unregistered tickets; these tickets could be cast for anyone—those they favored could get more votes, while those they disliked could be ignored entirely.
