If you feel uneasy, you may not be able to judge with prejudice.

"You don't dare!" Zhai Ling became more and more unwilling and persisting. She turned to the public and said, "The cooking competition, which is known as the highest level, is just a guise of being inclined to attract power. Whoever has money can be awarded to whom. Look at your slogans and slogans, don't you blush?"

"Zhai Ling, you are questioning the past chef Jinshao and insulting our professional ethics." A famous gourmet, also one of the referees, stood up and looked cold.

Zhai Ling's eyes flashed: "I didn't say that everyone was fake, but someone must have committed favoritism and fraud!"

"Personal fraud?" Li Weiyin couldn't listen. "I cooked in front of you. The rating is to remove the highest and lowest comprehensive scores. The scores of each judge are also open and transparent. You say that not everyone is cheating, so how do you see who is cheating?"

"Even if you can't make a false score, everyone knows that you are a big sponsor. Maybe the topic is all set by you. I don't know how many times I have practiced at home. Is this fair?" Zhai Ling stared at Li Weiyin coldly.

"Since you said that, even if you taste my food, you will think it's fake, right?" Li Weiyin sneered, "Actually, you are so angry that it's not because you think it's adulterated, but you just happen to be the highest score for the eliminated person."

After being exposed by Li Weiyin, Zhai Ling roared in anger: "What do you know? What's wrong with me unwilling to give up? Look at my hands, how much do we have to study cooking? Look at your hands, where are you like people who have entered the kitchen all year round? You are rich and powerful, why do you still have to cut off other people's future? What can you buy if you want to spend money? You have to spend money to come here to gilt.

It is obvious that it is unfair, but it has to become just. What is it not to be bothered and established?"

Zhai Ling stretched out her hand. Her hands were not slender, and there were even scars and scalds. She stretched out the middle finger of her left hand: "When we just made the side dishes, this finger never healed. Only when the new wounds covered the old wounds day after day would it deform."

She showed her palm again: "The knife wounds on her hand are nothing. These scalds: some are hot, some are oily, some are roasted in the oven, and some are steamed..."

Zhai Ling seemed to express the thoughts of most of the people present. They couldn't help but spread their rough hands and looked at them. Every scar was sad. Compared with them, Li Weiyin's hands were soft and slender, not like the chef's hands at all.

Her scars and the choking in her words aroused the sympathy of many people.

"I'm not a chef, why do I have the same hands as yours?" Li Weiyin snorted, "As you said, I have been from a wealthy family since I was a child, and I am just a personal hobby in learning cooking. It's not that I haven't been injured, but I have money, and the annual maintenance fee for my hands is more than 200,000 yuan."

200,000 may be the annual salary of many senior chefs, so they use it to maintain their hands!

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes looked at Li Weiyin a little complicated.
Chapter completed!