A wave of unexpected sabotage had hit before the competition, leaving Xia Yu anxious.
He had never experienced such unanimously favorable treatment before; before obtaining the special grade or along the journey of culinary duels, he was usually on the under-estimated and disfavored side, accustomed yet indifferent.
But now, as the situation suddenly flipped before the game, and the whole network sang his praises, it seemed as if a mysterious force had struck...
Xia Yu always felt something was off.
If he messed this up and fell from the clouds, his aura dissipating, wouldn't it be terribly disastrous?
The higher you are held before the game, the more careful you had to be about falling.
He could feel in the darkness, pairs of cold, mocking eyes just waiting for him to make a fool of himself, that moment would be the cue for public opinion to flip.
"Relax, it's steady!"
