Shen Lu didn't really mind letting Sang Yue get carried to victory with her a few more times.
Perhaps it was because she'd been around for a while, but Sang Yue was no longer the little model of virtue she used to be. The girl was pretty and a sweet talker—who wouldn't like her?
Sang Yue, for her part, wasn't too worried about the individual matches after the next round.
"I specialize in baking, after all. All the other Bakers like me were eliminated a while ago, so I'm the last one standing."
She propped her chin on her hand. "I even checked the best results for Bakers in the past. They usually get knocked out before this next round. I'm already very lucky, and I'm content with that."
She had entered the Kitchen King competition to generate buzz and traffic for her own shop, and she had already achieved that goal.
