By then, no matter who gets eliminated, it won't be a pleasant experience.
Could they still be friends after that?
Fu Jiaxu returned to his spot in a fit of anger, continuing to turn the rotisserie.
From time to time, Fu Jiaxu would make a cut on the leg of lamb to ensure the meat inside was also roasted, sprinkling some salt in the process.
However, looking at everyone else's ample spices.
The entire place was already filled with a fragrant aroma.
And he only had salt, which surely meant he would lose.
Unless someone else's dish was undercooked.
But by this point in the competition, only a few were left.
Those who have lasted until now wouldn't make such basic mistakes.
Fu Jiaxu knew he was doomed to lose!
The anger in his heart grew more intense, making him increasingly agitated.
He couldn't help but wonder, why was he even competing?
No matter how he tried, he was going to lose!
Why was he still taking it seriously!
