It's time to serve the dishes.
Xia Yu heard the end bell, and placed the last dessert he was holding onto the plate.
Then he stepped back two steps, gazing at the golden Dessert Tower built high on the tabletop, he sighed lightly and wiped the faint sweat on his forehead, "Luckily, everything is under control, the cart is not turning over!"
He packed up the sewing kit.
Xia Yu looked at the open kitchen on the opposite side. Wei Zhong had already taken the lead, instructing the staff to transport steamers to the judging panel, with a hot mist spreading all the way.
Seeing Wei Zhong taking the lead, Xia Yu gestured remotely for him to proceed.
A cough.
The elder goes first, let him go first then, Xia Yu maliciously chuckled internally, "I've heard that going first is bound to lose!"
Superstition, should be respected a little.
