Master Sun's comment, "This doesn't suit my taste," not only drew the attention of all the judges but also the gaze of the people busily eating their meals around him.
This time, the meaning of their stares was clear and unanimous: this man must be crazy!
Master Sun knew his reasoning was far-fetched, but he still endured the uproar of his taste buds and turned to leave.
As he turned, he encountered the elderly judge from Golden Tongue, who said, "Xiao Sun, have you lost your sense of taste?"
"If this doesn't suit your palate, then I think you are not suitable to be a judge."
The questioned Master Sun replied with a stiff smile on his face, "It's just a matter of personal taste."
The teacher from Golden Tongue shook his head and pointed at Master Fan's fried rice stall, saying, "Ordinary food can have different preferences, but with food of this level, there are no differences."
