"Broken?"
Tiqie Ji was taken aback.
"Exactly, broken," Xia Yu said.
"That's right, broken—"
The five judges looked up simultaneously, their expressions complex.
Thud, thud.
Ghost Father took two steps back, his face slightly stupefied.
"Broken? Impossible!"
"With the ingredients, your 'Demon Big Snake Meat' against my 'Gem Meat,' the Forbidden Spice 'Merck's Stars' against my Taboo Rice 'Star Rice'… and then, there's the brand-new natural fats, which are no less than your Taboo Egg Liquid!"
As he spoke, Tiqie Ji's eyes flickered, as if a drowning man about to perish had clung to a lifeline, struggling wildly.
"I admit, we are equally matched in terms of ingredients."
Xia Yu spoke calmly, his demeanor and tone steady. Despite being on the verge of victory, he showed not the slightest hint of joy.
Such bearing was simply not what one would expect from a high school chef.
