These meat fillings, a total of eight soup dumplings are wrapped, and then placed in the steamer to steam.

Everyone was busy preparing their own dishes and had no time to watch others.

But the five judges above saw their every move clearly.

From the choice of kitchenware to cooking techniques, the use of ingredients and some small tricks, they observed it all.

"Fu Jiaxu, Ding Ruyun, and Fei Xiaomo performed quite well," said Guo Wenbo.

Gu Changfeng nodded, "The three of them are familiar with the cooking station, know where each kitchenware is stored, the location of each seasoning, saving time on recognizing things, making it a bit more handy."

Lowell said indifferently, "We secretly observed before. While the other nine were introducing themselves, Fei Xiaomo was familiarizing herself with her cooking station."

"After the introductions, the others went to pick on Fei Xiaomo. Only Ding Ruyun and Fu Jiaxu didn’t but returned to familiarize themselves with their positions," said Ye Huasong.

"With the competition approaching, they are still thinking about arguing," Guo Wenbo was first dissatisfied with those seven.

"It’s a pity they haven’t studied at Changping Culinary Academy, otherwise they would surely know. On the first day of enrollment, the principal told us at the opening ceremony to focus on our goals," said Luo Jialin, who graduated from Changping, "The competition is near, yet they have the mood to pick fights, meaning deep down, they never really took cooking seriously."

"For them, cooking may just be one of several skills to make a living, not something important. They lack sincerity and focus when facing cooking. Such a mentality is destined to keep them from going far. Ultimately, cooking is nothing more than a tool for livelihood for them."

Want to become a famous chef?

Dream of owning your own restaurant?

Desire to have your name known worldwide?

These are impossible now.

The other four nodded in agreement.

Luo Jialin smiled and said to Ye Huasong, "Teacher, pastry is your forte."

Although teachers at Changping require comprehensiveness, since you specifically teach this subject, the requirements naturally are higher.

Ye Huasong’s gaze fell on Ye Fei, "I’m looking forward to it."

Time is up, and the clock of the countdown rings.

Everyone stopped their actions.

Ten people, according to the numbers assigned during grouping, presented their dishes to the judges in sequence.

Unfortunately, Ye Fei was assigned number 10, making her the last one.

Fortunately, the steamer can maintain the temperature of the food well, so there’s no fear.

Number one, Lou Kangtai, served egg dumplings.

The dough is made with eggs, and egg yolk is wrapped in the middle.

The dish’s feature is that when cut open, the yolk in the middle should be runny.

The judges understood that Lou Kangtai simply wanted to impress Lowell by making a Western dish, trying to take a shortcut to get a high score.

Actually, as long as it truly tastes good, any kind of dish can garner a high score.

"Just average," Ye Huasong said indifferently, "The fishy taste of egg yolk wasn’t diminished."

Lou Kangtai felt indignant and wanted to say, is your taste so sensitive?

With the added spices and sauce, can you still taste the egg yolk’s fishiness?

Lou Kangtai looked expectantly to Lowell, but Lowell shook his head, "This dish is just of ordinary restaurant standard, won’t wow the guests."