"Ga ga ga ga ga ga ga..."
Strange sounds.
Chiyoda Aichi was completely flabbergasted, thinking there was a problem with the microphone. With a forehead slick with cold sweat, he looked desperately toward the audience, only to find that the director and a group of staff members had similarly puzzled expressions.
Ga ga ga ga!
The sound grew louder, and finally, Chiyoda Aichi figured out where it was coming from—it was emanating from Xia Yu's cooking station.
At that moment, Xia Yu just happened to be taking the last deep-fried bun out of the oil, draining the fat, and placing it atop the towering golden Dessert Tower on the plate.
"Ga ga ga ga!"
It wasn't just the newly fried buns that were making noise. As Xia Yu walked slowly with the plate, the entire plate of golden fried treats was emitting a strange, loud laughter.
That's right.
To Chiyoda Aichi and everyone else's ears, the sound was that of open, hearty laughter.
"How is this possible!"
