A table full of dishes, almost entirely consumed by Xia Yu alone.
At the end, he wiped his mouth with a napkin, his expression one of contented reminiscence.
It had to be said, the cuisine of these Far Moon graduates was at least on par with that of a five-star hotel's head chef.
"It seems that the IGO rating information really is outdated," Xia Yu thought to himself.
Among these dozen graduates, the weakest was probably at the level of a Four-star Chef, and among the many dishes, there was a French dish that shocked Xia Yu.
He just stared at a small plate on the table.
On the delicate white porcelain plate, there were only six or seven pieces of foie gras, and Xia Yu had already eaten three pieces before he dared not eat anymore.
"Definitely a Nine-star Chef, or even Special Grade level!" Xia Yu inhaled sharply, reminiscing the melt-in-the-mouth sensation and couldn't help but use his fork to pick up another piece of foie gras to taste.
The ultimate indulgence!