If you only looked at the colors of the dishes, Xia Yu's was somewhat superior.
The stove-cooked pumpkin cubes maintained their shape.
Curry sauce poured over the white rice was clearly defined in yellow and white, giving off the aura of a food photograph post-processing.
By comparison,
Yashan Liang's curry, with chicken pieces, rice, and curry sauce, also had no obvious flaws, but it conveyed a sense of not quite meshing well with Tanaka Hikari and Xingping Chuangzhen's tastes.
"Then let's try Yashan's first!"
Xia Yu didn't argue, grabbed a plate of curry, picked up a small silver spoon from the table, scooped up a steaming spoonful of sauce, and held it up to her eyes.
She sniffed the aroma.
Just as flawless, with no impurities detectable by smell alone, this was proof of Yashan Liang's masterful seasoning skills.
She opened her mouth and swallowed.
