Completely fainted.
In the deathly silence, only the faces of the other six Chef Demons gradually turned somber, their expressions twitching, faces ashen.
And on the plate, that pig's head was still intact.
Not only did it not lose its aroma as the temperature faded, but it also became increasingly enticing under the offering of the sacrifices, exuding an indescribable and wondrous sheen of oil.
Tempting the next sacrificial victim to take the stage.
Yet no one stepped forward anymore, no matter how patiently they waited, no one spoke again.
"What's wrong? What's wrong, everyone?
Guo ShouQue chuckled softly, inspecting those complex faces one by one: "Backing out just like that? Already feeling scared? Only one person has failed so far, right?"
Someone couldn't contain their anger and unease, growling softly, "This kind of thing... can it really be considered cuisine!"
