If you are unhappy, you may not judge with prejudice.

"Don't you dare!" Zhai Ling became more and more unwilling and persistent, she turned to the public and said, "The cooking competition, which is known as the highest level, is just a cover for the trend of inflammation, whoever has money can be awarded to whom, you look at your slogans and slogans, don't you feel blushing?" ”

"Zhai Ling, you are questioning the past Golden Spoon chefs, and at the same time insulting our professional ethics." A well-known gourmet, who is also one of the judges, stood up with a grim face.

Zhai Ling's eyes flashed: "I didn't say that everyone is cheating, but there must be someone who cheats for personal gain!" ”

"Favoritism?" Li Weiyin couldn't listen to it, "I'm cooking in front of you, the score is to remove the highest and lowest comprehensive scores, and the scores of each judge are also open and transparent, you said that not everyone is cheating, so you see who is cheating?" ”

"Even if you can't fake the rating, everyone knows that you are a big sponsor, maybe the questions are set by you, and I don't know how many times you have rehearsed at home, come to compete with me, is this fair?" Zhai Ling stared at Li Weiyin coldly.

"Since you said that, even if you taste my food, you will think it is fake, right?" Li Weiyin sneered, "Actually, you're so angry, it's not because you think it's adulterated, it's just that you happen to be the highest score of the eliminated." ”

was debunked by Li Weiyin, Zhai Ling roared in annoyance: "What do you know, what's wrong with me being unwilling?" Look at my hands, how much did we pay to learn to cook? Look at your hands again, where does it look like a person who has been in the kitchen all year round? You are rich and powerful, why do you want to cut off other people's futures? You can't buy what you want to spend money on, you have to spend money to gild here.

Obviously unjust, but to become just, isn't it what should be done and established? ”

Zhai Ling stretched out her hand, her hand was not slender, and even had a scar and burns, she stretched out the middle finger of her left hand: "When we just made side dishes, this finger has never been better, and it will only be deformed when new injuries cover old wounds day after day." ”

She showed her palm again: "The knife wounds on the hands are nothing, these burns: there are pot burns, oil jumps, oven burns, steam ......"

Zhai Ling seemed to say most of the thoughts of the people present, they couldn't help but spread out their rough hands and looked, every scar had a sadness, compared to them, Li Weiyin's hands were soft and slender, not like a chef's hands at all.

Her scars, and the choking in her words, aroused the sympathy of many people.

"I'm not a chef, why should I have the same hands as you?" Li Weiyin snorted, "As you said, I have a good family since I was a child, and my learning to cook is just a personal hobby, I am not without injury, but I have money, and the maintenance cost of my hands is more than 200,000 yuan a year." ”

200,000 may be the annual salary of many senior chefs for a year, and people will take it to maintain their hands!

All of a sudden, everyone's gaze at Li Weiyin was a little complicated.

"But I'm rich, I was born in a rich family, shouldn't that be the reason for me to be condemned?" Li Weiyin strode to the operating table and brought the unused dried silk in his basin to Zhai Ling, "I cut it in front of everyone, I'm only 23 years old, yes, but I haven't been a knife worker for ten years, so I can't do it, right?" ”