Dark Horse

The round started after everyone got into position. They had placed twenty platters on every single kitchen counter. Each platter contained an ingredient that the contestants would need to identify. Even though the platters were covered, everyone in the room could smell a strong herb like smell.

Standing on stage this time, Wang Ming felt so much better. All the other contestants all looked at him with respect and admiration. Except for a few cases, though the one he felt the hardest was Cheng Kecheng's stare. Though what was weird is the emotion he exuded, he looked happy, even ecstatic. Why would he look at him like that? But Wang Ming just chalked it up to that he felt happy he didn't get disqualified and that he made it through.