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At the competition venue in Xiangmaoducheng, sunlight filtered through dappled shadows of trees, casting dappled patterns on the ground. As time passed, three hours quietly went by, and a tense atmosphere permeated the entire venue. The contestants paused their work and placed their carefully prepared dishes on the table. Some contestants' hands trembled slightly, their eyes filled with trepidation, and they frequently glanced towards the center of the venue, where the judges would soon take their positions.

Gao He stood in front of the stall, his eyes wide and mouth agape, looking utterly incredulous. He looked around, but the wealthy businessmen and celebrities he had expected were nowhere to be seen. Only a group of poorly dressed, weary-looking commoners were walking towards him. A flash of anger crossed his eyes, and he clenched his teeth, his fists clenched, and his body trembled slightly.

"Hmph, what do these poor bastards know?" He curled his lip in disdain, his brows furrowing into a deep frown, his eyes filled with contempt. "This is utter nonsense. How can these people judge the delicious food I've carefully prepared?" As he spoke, he kicked the stool next to him hard, making a loud bang.

Gao He strode angrily to the area where the organizers were located, his face flushed red, his eyes wide with rage, and shouted, "What the hell are you doing? How could you let these poor bastards be judges? This is a matter of fairness and impartiality in the competition!"

He slammed his hands on the table, staring intently at the organizer, and demanded, "I participated in this competition expecting fair and impartial judging. But who are these people? What right do they have to judge our work?"

"This match is crucial for us, and I don't believe they can give a fair evaluation. The organizers must give me a reasonable explanation, or I will absolutely not let this go!" Gao He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, looking determined to get an explanation.

"I need an explanation for this today, or I won't let it go easily!" he said, stomping his foot hard, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

Standing on the high platform, Li Changfeng looked at Gao He with piercing eyes and said firmly, "What you said is wrong. Food is the most important thing for people. Everyone has the right to enjoy delicious food. How can there be a difference based on status? Does that mean only the rich can taste good food, while the poor are not?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding crowd, and continued, "The significance of a master chef lies in bringing delicious food to the masses, allowing everyone to enjoy it. Whether rich or poor, everyone should be treated equally. We are holding this competition to let more people experience the charm of food and give everyone the opportunity to participate."

Li Changfeng looked at Gao He with unwavering eyes and questioned, "If it's just to cater to the so-called wealthy class, then what's the point of our competition? Where is our spirit of culinary mastery reflected? Only when ordinary people can also taste delicious food can we truly embody the way of the culinary master."

Gao He gritted his teeth, his face alternating between pale and flushed, his knuckles turning white from clenching his fists. He swept his gaze fiercely around the arena, wanting to say something more, but his lips moved, and in the end, he swallowed his words.

Although he felt resentful, he knew that venting his anger now would be pointless. After taking a deep breath, he reluctantly stood in front of his stall, his eyes filled with frustration.

As the people began to taste his dishes, he watched intently from the sidelines, occasionally grumbling to himself. But no matter how much dissatisfaction he felt, he could only suppress his anger, forcefully restrain his resentment, and silently await the outcome of the competition.

At the Xiangmao Capital arena, sunlight streamed onto Fang Xiaobei's stall, drawing a crowd that focused intently on the bowl of mutton pilaf. Fang Xiaobei smiled and handed the bowl to an elderly man, who took it, sniffed it gently, and narrowed his eyes.

"The aroma is truly enticing!" the old man exclaimed, then scooped up a spoonful of rice and put it in his mouth. After chewing a few times, a look of delight appeared on his face. "The rice is soft, sticky, and sweet, the mutton is absolutely delicious, and the spices are just right. Every bite is like a dance on the tip of my tongue."

A young woman eagerly stepped forward, took the bowl, and her eyes lit up after taking a bite. "Wow, this mutton pilaf is so delicious! The tender mutton and the soft, sticky rice blend perfectly, and the spices have a unique flavor that's irresistible." She said, while continuously shoveling rice into her mouth.

A burly man stood to the side, looking at the mutton pilaf in the bowl, swallowing hard. He took the bowl and began to eat heartily, mumbling, "This mutton pilaf is so satisfying, it's incredibly delicious. Every bite is full of the rich flavor of the mutton and the sweetness of the rice, it's truly a delicacy."

A child nearby watched everyone curiously, then took the bowl and tasted it. "Delicious, so fragrant!" the child exclaimed happily, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

Everyone enjoyed Fang Xiaobei's mutton pilaf, their faces beaming with happiness. They praised the dish and said they would try making it themselves when they got home. Seeing everyone's joy, Fang Xiaobei felt a warmth in her heart.

Next to Fang Xiaobei's stall, the aroma of Lin Yu's roasted whole lamb also attracted many people. A burly man stepped forward, picked up a piece of lamb, took a bite, and exclaimed, "This roasted whole lamb is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The aroma of the lamb spreads on the tip of the tongue, the meat is firm, and the cooking time is just right."

Looking at Su Yun's colorful fruit and vegetable salad, it was vibrant and very tempting. A young woman picked up a spoon, gently scooped up a spoonful of salad, put it in her mouth, and exclaimed with delight, "This salad is refreshing and delicious, the flavors of various fruits and vegetables blend together, it's both refreshing and full of vitality."

Meanwhile, Gao He's soup remained untouched. An old man frowned and said, "He's always been arrogant towards us common folk. Now that he's so high and mighty, why would we want to taste his food?"

After tasting the dishes prepared by the contestants, the people began to discuss them. A scholar-like man said, "Miss Fang's mutton pilaf is both simple and delicious, truly making the people happy. Lin Yu's whole roasted lamb is perfectly cooked and has a unique flavor. Su Yun's salad is refreshing and refreshing, quite distinctive. As for Young Master Gao's soup, although it contains rare ingredients, it lacks a bit of sincerity towards the people."

Everyone nodded in agreement; Fang Xiaobei's mutton pilaf received unanimous approval. Everyone felt that this mutton pilaf was not only delicious but also easy to make on a regular basis. This competition not only showcased the contestants' culinary skills but also allowed the public to experience the charm of delicious food.

On the field in Xiangmao Capital, sunlight streamed into every corner. Li Changfeng stood on the high platform, holding a list in his hand. He cleared his throat and announced loudly, "Fellow villagers, the results of this competition are in. Fang Xiaobei has won the championship with a perfect score of one hundred votes! This is her fourth consecutive victory."

The people cheered upon hearing the result. Fang Xiaobei stood on the stage, a happy smile on her face, tears of emotion glistening in her eyes. She bowed deeply to the crowd below, thanking them for their support.

Li Changfeng continued to announce: "Lin Yu received 95 votes, and Su Yun received 93 votes. They have both achieved good results."

Lin Yu and Su Yun smiled happily upon hearing their vote count. They congratulated Fang Xiaobei and were also proud of their efforts.

Finally, Li Changfeng announced: "Gao He received fifty votes. Although he did not win the championship, we hope that he can learn from this competition and respect the people more in the future, and make better food."

Gao He stood below the stage, his face ashen, his heart filled with resentment. He looked at Fang Xiaobei, his eyes brimming with jealousy and anger.

At this moment, everyone around him was talking about Fang Xiaobei's victory, but Gao He felt as if he were in an isolated world. His heart was filled with hatred, and he felt that he had been greatly insulted.

He turned and left the field, plotting his revenge against Fang Xiaobei. He secretly vowed to make Fang Xiaobei pay the price for today's victory.