The time ticked away, and with the one-hour limit approaching, Luo Chao remained unmoved.
Zhou Delong was sweating profusely with anxiety, while Lin Yun stared unblinkingly at the pot on Luo Chao's cooking station, seemingly hoping for a miracle.
It was at this moment that a rich aroma of braised meat suddenly filled the air!
Upon catching the scent, Luo Chao stood up and reached to lift the lid off the pot.
As soon as he removed the lid, a cloud of white mist burst out!
The mist swirled around Luo Chao, and everyone felt as if Luo Chao was an Immortal descending from the Immortal Realm!
But if Luo Chao were an Immortal, he would certainly be the God of Food!
When the mist cleared, inside the earthen yellow pot, neatly arranged chunks of braised meat gleamed enticingly red under the light!
The sauce beside the meat on the surface continually bubbled with lively pops under the heat.
