As soon as Shen Lu entered, the contestants who had already advanced all turned to look at her.
Their expressions ranged from surprise and astonishment to contempt and disdain.
Shen Lu took in all their gazes without batting an eye, then found a less crowded spot to sit down.
With no Light Brain, all she could do was watch the competition.
A competition is just like an exam; once someone finishes early, it puts pressure on those who are still working.
Shen Lu could see that the faces of the remaining nine contestants had turned grim. Some with weaker nerves were even starting to lose their form, their movements becoming sloppy.
The competition had a time limit. When the final bell rang, there were still two people who hadn't finished cutting.
One of them was the female chef who had been taunting Shen Lu earlier.
She bit her lip, refusing to give up, determined to finish cutting the meat in her hands.
