A deathly silence filled the air.
The pure white piece of rice cake fell straight to the ground, bouncing like a marshmallow before finally coming to rest.
The whiteness formed a stark contrast against the shiny black floor.
It was as if snowflakes had fallen into a black pool, becoming tainted. Everyone present frowned in unison.
The cameraman quickly caught on and immediately gave a close-up of Wei Zhong's hands.
Trembling!
In the frame, the hand that had just held the rice cake was visibly shaking.
Even two fingers were stretched so tight, twitching like they had been shocked.
The atmosphere turned delicate.
"This..." The female director, Lu Qinghong, said with amusement, "Chef Wei, it's just a piece of rice cake, isn't it? Why are you acting like you touched a deadly poison? Is the rice cake monster really that terrifying?"
"No!"
