Obtaining a silver spoon

Qin Hua was immersed in his own cooking. Perhaps it was because of the pressure from Yuan Zhou, or perhaps it was the final radiance of the setting sun, but this was the best performance he had done in recent years. He felt that he had already touched something else.

Wait a minute, the final radiance of the setting sun didn't seem to be a good word. Anyway, he had entered the state and didn't hear any other sounds in his mind.

Well ... Although Yuan Zhou was in such a state almost every time he cooked.

"Head chef Qin, you live up to your reputation. You're really not bad." After Yuan Zhou finished cooking, he raised his head and took a look at Qin Hua. He immediately understood. He was too familiar with this state and was quite happy for head chef Qin.

"Clang!"

The sound of the plate touching the table was like a signal. The food was served. The five judges paused for a moment before they started moving their chopsticks.