Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

All the judges quickly finished the chicken in front of them and looked intoxicated.    

    

"I can feel the sea breeze from the Central Coast, the refreshing breeze from the Bei, the spiciness that is unique to China... I can feel the sea breeze from the Central Coast, the coolness from the Bei, and the spiciness that is unique to China... One second! One second!"    

    

When they finally put down their chopsticks, all the judges fell silent.    

    

"Alright, contestant Wu Lai has finished tasting his dishes. Next, let's continue to taste the other contestants' dishes!" As the host spoke, his eyes occasionally glanced at Wu Lai's fowl calling. It could be seen that he also wanted to give it a try.    

    

Unfortunately, all the roosters had been destroyed, and as the host, he didn't have the time to taste them.    

    

However, after Wu Lai's stunning performance, the dishes that were served next were extremely tempting despite their color and fragrance. The plate presentation was also very attractive. However, no matter from which angle one looked at it, unfortunately... After eating Wu Lai's Eight Treasures Chicken, these judges looked at these dishes again. They all felt bored.    

    

When they faced the other dishes, they all ate two mouthfuls before commenting. They didn't continue eating. It was a huge difference compared to when they faced Wu Lai's work.    

    

"Alright, all the judges have finished their tasting. Next, it's time for the highly-anticipated evaluation segment!" The host noticed the unwillingness and helplessness on the faces of the chefs other than Wu Lai.    

    

Everyone could see that the final result was obvious from the performance of the judges.    

    

"There's no need to say anymore. The final champion will definitely be Wu Lai. As expected of the person who can defeat Chef Zhou."    

    

"Yeah... After Master Chef Zhou, every year, Master Chef from the Chef Competition would be won by Hua Xia. I don't know if I should admire him or feel sad about it. "    

    

... ""    

    

" Alright, now let's ask the judges to give us a score! "    

    

Following the host's words, all the judges pressed their scores on the screen in front of them.    

    

"Okay, all the scores have been given out. Now, let us reveal the answer!" The host announced loudly.    

    

"Pierre Cardane, 47 points! The two judges gave a full score. Indeed, our French Master Chef is still so strong! He is the final contender for the throne! "    

    

"From North America..."    

    

"He is from South America."    

    

Everyone's score was announced, and the highest was still Pierre Cardane. 47 points. This score was considered a very high score in previous years. One should know that the Chef Competition had only won 47 points last time.    

    

Only Wu Lai's score was not announced.    

    

"Alright, I believe everyone is waiting for this score to appear. Now, let me reveal this mysterious young man from the east. What is his final score!? " As he spoke, the host looked at the result in his hand.    

    

Five seconds, ten seconds...    

    

The host maintained this action and did not speak. Everyone became even more curious.    

    

"Maybe there is a problem with our machine. Now we actually did not get Wu Lai's points..." The host looked at the empty spot on Wu Lai's score and began to explain to the audience.