On the tall competition platform, a wooden stick had somehow appeared, which Sun Qian and Gao Xuan were earnestly cleaning with clean cloths.
The crowd was drawn over by Lin Yuan, all loudly discussing. Isn't this a culinary competition? Why are they using a stick? Could it be they're going to perform some juggling trick?
Their discussion seemed like it was from a different world compared to Lin Yuan; at the moment, she was holding a small pot and earnestly simmering something on a small stove.
Her serious manner was as if taking her eyes off the pot for even a moment would make its content vanish.
While earnestly wiping the stick, Sun Qian and Gao Xuan quietly speculated its purpose.
Although both were helpers in this competition, they actually had no idea what dish was to be prepared; they just did whatever Lin Yuan asked of them.
