Even so, Mr. Lu's face was still pale and weak.
“Oh my god, is she for real? A chef who knows medicine is a top-tier chef!”
“That’s insane! Not only can she handle a spatula, but she’s also good with needles? No wonder when she made that roasted duck the other day, the way she stitched the duck’s belly was ridiculously neat—turns out, it’s all professional-level!”
Mr. Lu thanked Amelia for her help, and the crowd instantly erupted in a big round of applause.
“Ding ding ding!”
The timer buzzed—competition time was up!
“My soup!” Amelia’s heart skipped a beat. She rushed back to her station, only to find the soup nearly boiled dry, leaving the flavor nowhere near what it should have been!
So... did she just lose like that?
“Come on, give her another shot!”
“Yeah,
