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

How did you finish it so quickly?

He must not have served enough!

Thinking of this, he casually scooped up another bowl.

It smells good.

This soup smells so good.

It uses lotus root starch, and the soup is rich, mellow, and sweet. The pork ribs are soaked in the soup but are not oily or greasy. With one bite, the bones inside fall off easily.

This was the best lotus root and pork rib soup he had ever had.

and many more!

What is he doing?!

The tall chef calmly put down the soup bowl.

"Nine...nine points." He gave the same score as the fat chef.

The live stream chat exploded with excitement.

[Another 9.9? One 9.9 isn't unusual, but two is a bit strange.]

[Giving Tang Weiwei full marks, but giving Gui Yin a 9.9 – you can tell it was intentional!]

[And did you see that? Those two chefs only took one bite of Tang Weiwei's dish, but they practically wanted to devour Guiyin's food. I saw it all.]

[A chef is a chef; he can't act. He wears his favorite dish on his sleeve.]

Look at that chubby chef, how many times did he glance at Guiyin's sweet and sour fish in just one minute? He clearly wanted another bite.

Not nine points, not ten points, but precisely nine point nine. Is the remaining 0.1 points their stubbornness?

Upon hearing the tall chef's score, the remaining skinny chef looked as if he had seen a ghost.

He refused to believe it and picked up his chopsticks to reach for the seasonal vegetables on the side, but was stopped halfway by the tall chef:

"Just one bite."

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to stop.

The skinny chef glanced at him sideways.

A simple green vegetable dish is not as tempting as a meat dish, nor as mouthwatering as fresh vegetables. How delicious can it be?

When a dark green leaf is put into the mouth.

The skinny chef only regretted that he hadn't caught a cold and lost his sense of taste today!

He had never eaten such delicious vegetables before!

What kind of monster is this?

How can vegetables be prepared to this extent?

In his entire life, he has never made such a unique and unforgettable flavor.

The skinny chef licked his lips.

It uses ordinary seasonings, and the dishes are made under the camera's lens, so there are no strange or illegal ingredients added.

When he couldn't resist taking another bite, he saw Shi An's strange expression and immediately put down his chopsticks.

He held up the scoreboard: "9.9 points."

Three consecutive 9.9s were even more sensational than Tang Weiwei's three 10s.

Song Yao secretly asked Song Lu.

"I feel like the atmosphere is a little strange."

Song Lu glanced at her foolish younger brother and whispered, "How can I not blame him? There's something fishy going on here."

"You mean all three chefs were bribed by President Shi and his group? Then why didn't they just finish the job and give Guiyin a five or six out of ten?"

"The remaining 0.01% is what they have left of their conscience."

Seeing that Song Yao was about to move forward, Song Lu quickly pulled him back.

"Don't stir up trouble!"

Song Yao didn't go up to continue supporting the event, but he still said something to the host:

"Then Mr. Shi and his team will be the winners today."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at Wang Lei with expectant eyes.

Wang Lei hesitated for a moment and looked at the three chefs, who were either looking up at the sky or looking down at the ground.

Wang Lei sighed. No matter what, that's how the program rules are; rankings are determined by scores.

The barrage in the live broadcast room scrolled wildly.

There's definitely something fishy going on!

[Why do I feel like Ghost Voice's cooking is the best?]

[Tang Weiwei is number one! Tang Weiwei is number one!]

[Get out of the way upstairs! Anyone can tell something's fishy!]

[I don't care, my favorite ship is the best in the world!]

The ghostly sound immediately went viral at 9:09 PM that night.

Wang Lei announced, "Congratulations to our guests Shi An and Tang Weiwei for winning first place in this episode!"

"Tonight, our production team has prepared a top-tier luxury suite for the first-place winner, as well as an ultra-luxury package for tomorrow's daytime! Enjoy!"

The moment he finished speaking, Song Yao was the first to malfunction.

"As expected of Miss Tang, she is not only elegant in public but also skilled in the kitchen. She and Mr. Shi are a match made in heaven!"

Song Lu covered her face, silently took two steps back, and moved away from Song Yao.

Tang Weiwei smiled and followed Song Yao's words, "Calling him Mr. Shi and Miss Tang is too formal. Call him Brother Shi and me Sister Weiwei."

Song Yao thought he had gotten on their good side, so he quickly nodded with a grin.

On the other side, the little butterfly was very unconvinced.

"The host's cooking is clearly the most delicious in the world."

Su Ran casually handed Little Butterfly a rice spoon, "Eat first, then go get your luggage and see what our accommodation is like."

At this moment, Tang Weiwei heard her words and smiled, "Teacher Guiyin, it's kind of you to bring a little one along. If you're not comfortable staying here tonight, you can come to our suite. It's over a hundred square meters, enough space for the two of you sisters."

Su Ran looked up at her; her face, glowing softly in the moonlight, was flawless and white. "No need to trouble yourself."

Tang Weiwei felt a surge of resentment when she saw Su Ran's face. She stopped talking to Su Ran, fearing that Su Ran would steal her live stream's popularity with her stunningly beautiful face.

At the same time, An Yecheng looked down at the face on the tablet that haunted his dreams, feeling empty inside. Hearing Tang Weiwei's intentional or unintentional boasting, his expression turned indifferent.

At that moment, the study door opened, and a familiar female voice came through.

"Ye Cheng, Mom made you a bowl of soup herself. You're still working even after you've finished work. Don't ruin your health."

The woman remained gentle and graceful, and even while holding a bowl of soup, her demeanor was utterly noble.

An Yecheng stood up. "Thank you, Mom." He took the soup bowl from An Xin and placed it on the table.

An Xin didn't leave. She stood there, looking at him kindly, "Mom will only feel at ease if she sees you drink it with her own eyes, otherwise it will get cold again."

An Yecheng's gaze fell on the fragrant chicken soup, and his eyes became deep.

"You really want to see me drink it?"

"Drink up, I've been away from home for so long, it's rare for me to make you soup."

"During the more than ten years you've been abroad, have you ever thought about me, who's been all alone in China?"

"What mother doesn't miss her child? It's just that the situation was special at the time, and the mother had no other choice."

"is it?"

"Don't you believe me? Mom admits that she made a mistake when she was young, which resulted in the birth of Shi'an, an illegitimate child. But that doesn't mean I don't love you."

After a long silence, An Yecheng picked up the bowl of soup and drank it all up right in front of An Xin.

An Xin smiled with relief: "That's a good child from Mommy."

An Yecheng did not respond. He took out a handkerchief with his slender fingers, wiped his lips, and then said in a low voice, "I'm a little sleepy. I'll go back to my room to rest first."

He walked forward, and An Xin behind him grew further and further away, his narrow eyes filled with frost.

A chilling voice echoed from the depths of his heart: Very well, a life for a life. Consider it my repayment of your blood ties. You no longer have the right or standing to stop me from doing anything.