"This is my bento!"
A faint smile of confidence graced Ailisha's face.
She placed five trays, one by one, in front of the five judges.
"This..."
The expression of each judge subtly changed.
"What's happening!"
As the camera revealed the bento, once the steam had dissipated, the audience gasped in disbelief, their eyes widening.
"Why has this happened!"
Dojima Yin's voice deepened, "Miss Ailisha, what is this dish you've brought up? Your bento has lost the flashy aspect of molecular gastronomy—it's too ordinary, lacking any visual shock! I remember you've said more than once, 'Cooking is an art, the deeper you delve, the more it shines beautifully'..."
"And now, your dish is like a jewel whose shine has dimmed!"
Dojima Yin looked heartbroken.
In fact, in his heart, Liang Yashan and Tiqie Ailisha had always been the strongest contenders for the elite ten.
Now that one contender was about to fall, how could he not be distressed?
