This time, Xiao Xin is likely doomed.
Master Ji had another small bite of the Wind Breath Braised Pork Belly on the right.
Just one bite, and Master Ji's chopsticks paused, his eyebrows furrowed.
Almost simultaneously, the other heads of the restaurant put down their chopsticks too, also furrowing their brows.
Seeing this, Master Chen laughed twice.
"Fellow restaurant owners, it seems the result is quite clear now. Place your chopsticks on what you believe is the tastier dish, the one that can be called Spiritual Food, the Braised Pork Belly."
Master Chen was full of smugness.
Little guy, thinking of competing with him? No chance.
Master Ji picked up his chopsticks and placed them on the right plate of Braised Pork Belly.
"Heh~"
Master Chen chuckled dryly, having guessed that Master Ji would be biased.
However, there were ten people present, and regardless of how much Master Ji tried, it was of no avail.
