Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

“That’s true, and it’s nice to have someone to contrast with in our group. The worse she performs, the more professional she makes us look.”

“Hehe, we’ve been talking for so long, but we haven’t introduced ourselves yet. After this round, we’ll have to interact in future competitions.” The first person to speak said.

“Let me introduce myself first, my name is Albert Lambert, and I come from Sun City.”

“What a coincidence, I’m your fellow townsman. My name is Filbert Henly, also from Sun City. I know of this Albert Lambert, he’s the head chef of the most famous online restaurant in our Sun City, very strong.”

“Not at all, everyone here is a professional chef, I’m just slightly famous in little Sun City.” Albert Lambert humbly said, “There are always people better than oneself, I wouldn’t dare to be arrogant.”

However, his humble words couldn’t conceal his proud nature.

“My name is Blake Walker, I come from Sea City, but I work as a sous-chef in a restaurant in S City. There’s no helping it, the competition among restaurants is too fierce, always having a head chef on top of me, so I wanted to take this opportunity to sign up and try it, prove myself. With the experience of the

Pingla Culinary Competition, if I switch restaurants, my chances of becoming a head chef will be greater.”

“S City, the competition pressure must be enormous. Which restaurant do you work for?” Filbert Henly asked in surprise.

“I work at ‘Blaze’ restaurant.” Blake Walker replied. “Wow, brother! That’s a famous high-end restaurant!”

Everyone was shocked and admiring.

In an instant, Blake Walker stole Albert Lambert’s limelight.

Albert Lambert’s smile had frozen.

“You wouldn’t just rank highly in our group, but even in the entire major competition.”

“Not at all, I’m just a sous-chef, not a head chef, there’s still a long way to go.” Blake Walker humbly said.

Afterward, everyone continued introducing themselves.

“My name is Adam Dominick, and I come from Harville.” “My name is Yergo Powell, and I come from Goldburgh City.”

“Stephan Luther, from Boreedville.” “Bella Turner, Havenport.”

“Harper White, from Farow City.”

“Iris Doone, from Huxley City.”

Although these six people came from different places, they all now worked in Belfard.

At this point, Albert Lambert, who had been overshadowed earlier, suddenly addressed Cindy Clarke: “Are you Cain Velman? That’s not your real name, right? I’ve never heard of the surname Velman’.”

Unlike their previous introductions, Cindy Clarke was familiarizing herself with everything on the cooking station.

From utensils to seasonings, so as not to be flustered when she actually started cooking.

But she had heard all the words they had just said.

When they discussed her, including their disdain for her, they didn’t intentionally lower their voices.

They didn’t care if she heard them, probably thinking that she would definitely be eliminated in this audition.

They would never see her again in the future, so they didn’t need to save face for her.

Cindy didn’t feel like saying much to them, it was better to let the results do the talking.

But she didn’t expect that when she didn’t speak, these people would become even more presumptuous.

Albert Lambert was clearly provoking her.

“Why don’t you use your real name for the competition?” Bella Turner also asked, “I remember the registration page said to use your real name, which matches the ID information, right?”

“And you’re wearing a mask, not even showing your face?” Yergo Powell also questioned.

“These things, I have applied to the organizing committee, and they have approved.” Cindy didn’t feel like explaining too much to them..