Instead, they focused intently on the competing parties, occasionally whispering and discussing.
Yan Xiaoman, on the other hand, stared longingly at the ingredients, swallowing her saliva from time to time.
It couldn't be helped; the aroma was simply irresistible!
Glancing at the timer, Lin Xian chuckled and said: "Dear, just hold on a little longer; soon you'll be
able to taste it!"
Yan Xiaoman pouted and whined: "Aw, if only I had eaten something before coming out,
now I'm so hungry!"
They hadn't eaten much for lunch and skipped dinner, so smelling the delicious aroma made them hungrier.
Time ticked away little by little.
With over half an hour left until the first round ended, Zhao Hui's traditional sauce abalone dish was already prepared and now being plated.
At this moment, five young ladies in cheongsams each carried a bowl of soup to the judges' table.
Pre-dinner soup?
Seeing the soup in front of them, Lin Xian couldn't help but be slightly puzzled.
