976 Clear, Spring-like Dumplings, Immortal Energy Rising in Spirals

Five soup dumplings sat quietly inside the steamer. 

Halo appeared above them, shooting dazzling rays of light into the sky. 

Above the sky, the black clouds had scattered, and bright, gold light shone down, making Bu Fang sparkle. 

"The soup dumplings… are done?" 

The audience was quiet, and no one dared to breathe. 

Since the result would be known very soon, everyone was nervous. They wanted to know if Bu Fang would get the Immortal Chef title, or if he would end up beaten by Tong Chen, the Young Master of the Tong family, like a dead dog. 

They watched the center of the room with wide eyes. Those five soup dumplings in the steamer would determine everything. 

However, after sucking in another breath of cold air, the audience became noisy once more.

As they had spent half the day in astonishment without any conclusive results, they have become irritated, hissing and booing as loud as they could.