The more Shen Lu thought about it, the more anxious she became.
She wished she could fly to the Military Hospital that very instant to see for herself.
Inside the competition hall, the Eldest Prince greeted the crowd and took his seat on the special judges' panel. The moment he sat down, as if guided by some unseen force, his eyes fell upon the girl at the very end of the row.
With eyes like clear springs, she peeked out with half her head, curiously sizing him up. When she saw his gaze sweep over her, she playfully stuck out her tongue.
It was a small, playful gesture, yet it inexplicably stirred something in his heart.
The Eldest Prince lowered his gaze. As the host announced the start, he pushed aside the fleeting, strange feeling.
Sang Yue, whose skills as a Baker were maxed out, had very average knife skills—just that of an ordinary person. She naturally had no idea how to perform advanced techniques like slicing tofu.
