I couldn't help but look at the eight-star judge who kept nodding and complimenting, and Jevre let go of his worries.

It seems that my food master's talent doesn't need to be hidden, just be more clever.

Time passed by little by little, and 230 colorful pictures were as if the illusionist had arrived in the scene, and they were served one by one in laughter and joy and shrill wail.

Jevre looked at the exquisite food that was evident in the scenery, but he was still under pressure.

Especially several top players, Jevre hesitated for a while, but still couldn't bear to do anything bad.

Even if they perform a little abnormally, it will not affect their promotion or waste!

However, looking at the dishes with all colors, fragrance and flavor, the fragrance that filled the entire training ground not only made Jevre salivate, but countless ticking sounds of saliva kept coming from the audience.

Looking at the pitiful Hopslin who could smell but not eat it, Jevre felt that he saw himself.

If the training ground was not temporarily equipped with a large number of trash cans, just saliva without stopping, it would be possible to create a small lake.

Fifty eight-star judges nodded and satisfied, smiled happily, frowned, or expressed expressionlessly to appreciate the food coming one after another.

Write down your personal score alone and hand it over to the staff.

Jevre secretly checked it out, and after he knew it, he kept improving his expected entries.

Hundreds of fish leaps into the dragon gate, five-color boiled water dishes and the pagoda to conquer ten thousand demons are the conceived dishes of Yevre.
Chapter completed!