Next, the three judges began scoring.
The scores were 96, 95, and 96, totaling 287 points.
Seeing this score, Zhao Hui was full of disbelief.
On the contrary, Liao Jie and his group displayed looks of delight.
At this moment, Shi Zhengliang, who had been silent all along, slowly spoke, "Actually, in terms of taste, I personally find both dishes evenly matched. But the reason I gave Master Liao Jie a 95 is because—"
"The victory lies in the details."
"We all know today's event is the Dragon Gate Banquet. From the mountains and seas, to the renowned avian delicacies, each has their role."
In Zhao Hui's abalone with sauce, he used Dragon Gate's three-yellow chicken, which conflicted with the avian delicacies. In other contexts, this wouldn't be inappropriate, but since this is the Dragon Gate Banquet, rules must be followed!"
His words were reasonable, and although Zhao Hui was unwilling, he didn't say anything.
