"My cooking!"
As the porridge was brought to the table, Xia Yu took the three bowls from the tray and placed each in front of the three judges.
"Plain porridge?"
Just as the camera zoomed in on the bowls, a close-up revealed a scene that elicited gasps from the crowd.
A thick white mist continuously rose, and it was not just mist—within the delicate white ceramic bowl, the porridge seemed covered by a thin white luminescent film, partially veiled, igniting a strong sense of mystery and drawing people to explore.
"No, it's not plain porridge!"
Eyes can be deceiving.
But from close range, Qiushan Hong, Indira, and Shinohara Shigetaro, the three judges, saw through the illusion in the bowl at a glance.
"Barley, lotus seeds!"
Qiushan Hong's eyes locked firmly onto the porridge, staring at the tiny floating particles.
These small grains weren't mushy and stood out unmistakably against the rice porridge.
"What else?"
