Soon, someone had finished their dish, and it was none other than Wu Xiaoshan's old classmate, Huang Yun.
"Contestant Huang Yun's Couple's Lung Slices are complete, and now we ask the staff to present the dish to the judges," announced the host.
Following the host's gesture, a staff member brought the dish to the judges' table.
"70 points."
"68 points."
"73 points."
After tasting, the three expert judges each gave their scores.
Then, the two guest judges also awarded the dish scores of 75 and 78.
Huang Yun's face darkened as he heard these scores, and he quickly walked over to Xiaoshan.
"Xiaoshan, let's just go. These judges are too picky. This Couple's Lung Slices is my signature dish, and they didn't even give it 80 points. It's downright bullying!"
Seeing the frustrated look on Huang Yun's face, Wu Xiaoshan comforted him with a smile, "Don't worry, this kind of opportunity is rare. Even if we don't score high, it's good to come and learn."