Xin Lin took a sip and set down the bowl.
She frowned, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, the other five Spirit Chefs took sip after sip.
As Spirit Chefs, their taste buds were naturally more acute than the average person.
Yet after tasting the soup, the Spirit Chefs all shook their heads in disbelief.
This soup was unusual.
It was smooth on the palate and lingered beautifully, suggesting a myriad of ingredients; surely this soup was a Spiritual Food Soup of at least third-rank quality.
It had to be said: the Wangjing Spirit Chef Association really showed their financial muscle by using three-star Spirit Cuisine for the exam, but most of these Spirit Chefs had never dealt with three-star Spirit Cuisine, meaning there would inevitably be a big problem.
Some of the ingredients, they hadn't even seen, let alone describe.
Having drained a bowl of soup, the Spirit Chefs scratched their heads, struggling to discern the ingredients within.
Xin Lin had only taken one sip.
