Among these students, under the guidance of the mountain villa's chefs and servers, others managed to at least cook the dishes through, making them passable to the eye.
By the end of the meal preparation, they were almost moved to tears with joy.
However, the food they worked so hard to prepare paled in comparison to what Jiang Jincheng had made.
The aroma, once carried by the wind, could be sensed all around, and everyone stared hungrily at Jiang Jincheng's appealing spread like ravenous wolves, then looked back at their own barely-cooked or burnt offerings.
There's a saying that without comparison, there is no harm; this was a clear example.
Initially, they felt proud to actually cook a dish, but now they just wanted to hide their creations to avoid embarrassment.
"No way, that guy doesn't look very old, but he can cook so many dishes, and they even seem delicious; the disparity is too great."
