Shen Qian also looked at Qin Yu with eyes brimming with anticipation.
Qin Yu just shrugged his shoulders, reluctantly picking up the chopsticks and gently prodding the braised pork. He shook his head slightly, a hint of disappointment in his eyes as he examined the dish before him.
"This plate of braised pork is indeed better than the previous two, but it only comes infinitely close to that of a nearly Godly Chef, just infinitely close to a Michelin four-star level.
It is still within the Michelin three-star category, perhaps at the most can be considered the peak of Michelin three-star level!
If it came from a Michelin three-star chef, I would have given it high praise! But if it comes from a chef almost deserving of being called a Godly Chef,
Heh...
Not up to standard, take it back!"
Qin Yu put down his chopsticks, his interest waning visibly.
