The scene then changed to an interview with the participant who had been scolded by Ding Lao. He was sitting in a relaxed manner in the dark room.
"I... I don't think Chef Ding liked my soup," he started. The participant sat stiffly in front of the camera, his face still pale. Even though he had already managed to control his emotions, there was still a clear trace of someone who wanted to scream.
"He said his feet-washing water tasted better than it." He swallowed, his jaw clenched in frustration.
"I... I mean, that's fine. It's fine. He's a great chef. I'm sure his feet-washing water is probably... very flavorful." He gave an awkward laugh.
Then his expression slowly became serious.
"But... I still think my clear soup is good."
He immediately glanced around, as if worried that Ding Lao might somehow hear him through the camera.
"Yeah... I know it doesn't meet Chef Ding's standards. I know that. I'm not stupid. When he tasted it, I could tell immediately that he hated it."
