Gasps.
In kitchen number one, several half-sphere cameras tucked into corners all focused their lenses on the closely observed young man.
"A stick!"
Xia Yu seemed to have found a pitch-black stick from some corner.
The stick appeared to be made of metal; it gleamed slightly with a metallic luster in the light of the charcoal oven.
The key was that after Xia Yu took out the stick, he quickly washed it on the kitchen counter, dried it with a cloth, then turned back to the large charcoal oven to check on the "Jile Rice" bobbing up and down in the boiling water...
Whoosh—
Suddenly, a black shadow flashed, and more than half of the three-foot-long black stick disappeared into the boiling water.
The gathering hall went from gasps to dead silence.
Viewers watching the live broadcast were probably choking on this scene.
Online, an old man using a VPN to watch the broadcast was taken aback.
"…That's a pastry rolling pin, right?"
