The system makes me so beautiful that I don't care about anyone else's life or death.

No one knew how much Tang Weiwei wanted to lash out in public, but this was a live broadcast.

She was also surprised that Su Ran dared to argue in public, not caring at all whether the audience would gossip or her own image and reputation.

Little did Tang Weiwei know that what Su Ran needed least right now was her image.

Even if she was framed and vilified online, Su Ran didn't care.

Tang Weiwei thought that many people would criticize Su Ran for being impolite in the comments, but who knew that the comments would be like this.

[That was a beautiful insult.]

Come on, curse me, I can take it, ghostly voice!!!

My child is hardworking and sensible, helping to prepare the lobsters. Anyone who dares to say anything bad about her, I'll be the first to tear her mouth off!

[Teacher Guiyin is in such good spirits! She immediately retaliates when her own child is wronged.]

Who doesn't love a protective, adorable voice?

When his wife was being bullied, Shi An naturally had to stand up for her.

“Ghost Voice, Weiwei has lived a rather simple life since she was a child, and it's not what you think. Besides, she'll be your boss's wife in the future.”

The implication was clear: I am Yu Ran's boss, and you are just an artist signed to my company. If you try to overstep your bounds and talk above me, then you are in the wrong.

Su Ran tilted her head and smiled, touching the top of the little butterfly's head with one hand.

"Let's not play with them anymore, let's eat."

Shi An felt a lump in his throat, unable to swallow it.

It's clear that Tang Weiwei can cook, but her food isn't as fragrant as Su Ran's, and the portions are only enough for two or three people.

Su Ran considered that the photographers carrying equipment would be physically exhausted for a long time, so she made the meat into large chunks.

In addition, Little Butterfly has a big appetite; her tiny belly is equivalent to that of five adult men. Su Ran specially prepared a bowl of rice for her.

The table was laden with delicious food, including meat, vegetables, fish, and shrimp—at least ten dishes in total—along with a large bowl of rice on the side, leaving everyone speechless.

The dishes that Shen Kong and his son cooked were burnt and had a burnt smell, making them inedible. Seeing Su Ran's table full of dishes, they had originally thought they could force themselves to finish their burnt food, but now they couldn't taste it.

So Shen Kong, who was usually quiet and reserved, simply picked up his bowl and chopsticks and ran to Su Ran's side.

"Teacher Guiyin, can I have a meal with you?"

The host interrupted him as soon as he said that.

"Don't finish eating, give it a score first."

"Why bother with the scoring process? It's obvious who won at a glance."

Tang Weiwei, standing next to her, looked rather unwell.

It is indeed very obvious.

The dishes that Song Lu and Song Yao cooked were also decent, but they were just home-style dishes and not nearly as lavish as Su Ran's.

Although they didn't know exactly what it tasted like, seeing Su Ran's photographers eating non-stop, without even glancing up at them, was more effective than anyone else simply saying it was delicious.

Tang Weiwei's dishes were quite exquisite, but compared to Su Ran's, they were bland and tasteless.

Does this even need a rating?

Despite saying that, Wang Lei still insisted on following the procedure.

The program invited three chefs to slowly eat with chopsticks, and the program team scored each chef's group, with each chef receiving a maximum score of ten.

They first tasted Tang Weiwei's dishes, and then they were amazed.

One of the chefs asked:

"This dish is delicious. Did you specially learn it from Chef Li?"

Tang smiled slightly: "You have a really good palate. This dish was indeed taught to me by Chef Li himself."

"I never expected Miss Tang to win Chef Li's favor. This dish truly reflects Chef Li's teachings. I give it a perfect score."

Upon hearing this, the other two chefs also kept praising it.

"Although the ingredients are ordinary, Ms. Tang's combination of seasonings and cooking techniques brings out the deliciousness of the food to its peak."

"If Miss Tang could come to our culinary world, she would definitely be an extraordinary genius!"

"Even I can't learn a third of the skill required to make this dish."

"Ten out of ten, I give it ten out of ten."

"I agree!"

Tang Weiwei couldn't help but smile. She really wanted to give Su Ran a smug look, but since this was a live broadcast, she had to be humble and proper. So she smiled and said, "I'm not as good as all the chefs say. I've only learned the basics."

Song Yao flattered her from the side, "You got a perfect score after only learning the basics. If Sister Weiwei had learned it thoroughly, that would be amazing."

Shi An glanced at him. "My fiancée is naturally formidable."

Tang Weiwei covered her lips and smiled shyly.

This move caused a surge in comments in the live stream chat.

Is Tang Weiwei's cooking really that good?

"That's for sure. Those are all famous figures in the culinary world. For Tang Weiwei's cooking skills to be praised by them, they must be quite excellent."

[Tang Weiwei is amazing! With such talent, even if she doesn't become a star, she could still make a name for herself in the culinary world. Just thinking about it is so exciting!]

The comments section started praising Tang Weiwei again, completely forgetting about her earlier argument with Su Ran.

Next, it was time to sample the food from the other guests.

Needless to say, the dish was poorly presented, tasted bad, and lacked all the color, aroma, and flavor of the dish. I gave it a sympathy score, for a total of 3 points.

Song Lu and Song Yao's dishes were simple and ordinary, but they were delicious. They received a total score of 20.

Finally, it was Su Ran's turn.

The three chefs stared at Su Ran's face for a few seconds, thinking that such a beautiful girl seemed to have never lifted a finger to cook, but she could actually make ten dishes, and they looked quite appetizing.

There was a sweet and sour fish dish. The chubby chef in the middle thought to himself, "If this kind of dish isn't done well, it's usually too sweet. I'll just say it's too sweet and give it a 7 or 8 out of 10. That would be a fair assessment of this beautiful girl's skill."

So he picked up his chopsticks and took a piece.

Savor it carefully, just like before.

Sweet and sour, tender and fresh, with a crispy outer layer, biting into it and finding it perfectly complemented by incredibly tender fish meat, his entire taste buds were thoroughly stimulated.

He was stunned.

Then I picked up another piece.

not enough.

Add another piece.

It felt like I hadn't even finished tasting the food before it was swallowed.

How can this be done?

He absolutely had to taste it to determine whether it was right or wrong!

So just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks again, the skinny chef next to him grabbed his wrist.

Only then did he come back to his senses.

Omg!

Bad thing!

He glanced subtly at Tang Weiwei and Shi An's expressions.

The smiles on their faces were almost impossible to keep up.

He cleared his throat and said in a pretentious manner:

"Not bad, 9.9."

The other two chefs stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Does this scoring system even have decimal points?

The little butterfly was also surprised that its host's score was lower than that damned woman, Tang Weiwei!

It knows its host's cooking skills. Even people with anorexia would have to be fed a few bowls of rice by its host before leaving!

There's definitely something wrong with these chefs!

The other two chefs looked at Su Ran suspiciously. For the fat chef to risk offending someone and give her a 9.9, it seems this little girl has something to offer.

"Thank you, Chef. The other two chefs can also try it." Su Ran was not discouraged by the score. Whether it was good or bad, the audience would see it.

The tallest chef immediately pulled out his spoon. He didn't touch the sweet and sour fish that the fat chef had eaten, but focused his attention on the only soup in the middle—lotus root and pork rib soup.

This is a very ordinary dish; no matter how exquisite the taste is, it's still just at the level of an ordinary family.

In other words, no matter how well the soup is cooked, in his mind it's only at most an 8 out of 10.

With a confident smile, he scooped up a bowl of soup, and was about to take a small sip when he was captivated by the rich aroma of lotus root.

The bowl of soup was empty.