She was here to compete, not to seek the approval of these people.

"This isn’t right," Di Xingguang frowned, "We all came strictly following the application requirements, why are you different?"

"And what’s there to hide? Wearing a mask, not even daring to use your real name," Lu Yanghua sarcastically complained.

"Then you can go and raise your issues with the organizers," Ye Fei said coldly, "I applied through them and got their permission."

She was self-assured.

Ye Fei shot them a cold glance: "Or maybe, you’re thinking that by doing this, you’ll force me to quit and lose a competitor?"

"You? A competitor? Don’t make me laugh!" Yin Qiaoqiao laughed angrily.

This Fei Xiaomo really knew how to flatter herself.

She had seen Fei Xiaomo’s cooking videos online before but thought they were nothing special.

Teaching ordinary people how to make simple and hassle-free home-cooked dishes was one thing, but in front of professional chefs, it was nothing impressive.

But if she really said that to Ye Fei, Ye Fei would tell her that in an ordinary household, no one cooks like a professional chef.

First of all, the variety of seasonings is limited; it can’t be as comprehensive.

Moreover, the various techniques of professional chefs are not something ordinary people can pull off.

Also, many chefs like to use lots of oil, but in an ordinary household, who would pour half a pot of oil?

As a food blogger, the videos Ye Fei made were for the general audience, so naturally, she would consider common household habits.

How could she follow a chef’s methods?

Lou Kangtai mocked with a sneer, "What a joke! You’re just a food blogger, a mere amateur, not even a professional chef. Like we would consider you a competitor? You’re really overestimating yourself."

"Exactly, to be honest, from our perspective, only nine people are competing in our group, we didn’t count you at all," Lu Yanghua said.

Ye Fei nodded, "In that case, whether I’m abiding by the registration rules by not revealing my face and using my username shouldn’t matter to you. Because you don’t see me as a rival, right?"

"Since I’m someone you look down upon, why are you even challenging me?" Ye Fei smiled slightly, "Everyone, just go back to your positions and prepare for the competition. Don’t let your minds get distracted at this point, causing you to perform poorly. If your scores end up low, don’t blame me for affecting your performance."

Ye Fei glanced around, noticing that Fu Jiaxu and Ding Ruyun hadn’t said a word from start to finish.

She didn’t know what these two were thinking, nor did she care to know.

She just lazily watched the other seven.

These seven were left wordless by Ye Fei’s retorts.

Clearly, they looked down on Ye Fei, but what she said wasn’t wrong.

Yet why did her words make them feel so unsettled inside?

It felt like they were punching soft cotton, a pointless effort.

It was intensely frustrating.

At this point, the five judges returned to their seats after a break.

The others didn’t dare to say more and returned to their positions.

The five judges all took a look at Ye Fei.

They saw the name card on her table read "Fei Xiaomo," and she was wearing a mask.

But they said nothing.

Because the organizers had already contacted them, even Zhao Gushen personally got in touch.

For Zhao Gushen to personally contact them, they naturally had to show some respect.