Another quarter-hour passed, and the pockmarked-faced female Spiritual Delicacy Master walked up to Xin Lin.
She picked up the cookbook in front of Xin Lin, looking stern.
"Spiritual Delicacy Master number seven, you may begin reciting."
Xin Lin thought for a moment, then began to recite.
"Hold on, what are you reciting haphazardly? Don't tell me you haven't remembered a single recipe?"
The pockmarked-faced female Spiritual Delicacy Master frowned.
The recipe on the first page was completely different from what Xin Lin recited.
Could it be, after flipping through it all just now, the other party didn't remember a single recipe?
At this level, she still wants to take the examination for a Three-star Spirit Chef?
The pockmarked-faced female Spiritual Delicacy Master's face grew long.
"Sorry, Vice Chairman, I forgot."
Xin Lin touched her nose, a bit embarrassed.
"Unbelievable, so pathetic to not remember even one?"
"Are Tu Su's people idiots or something?"
