Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

The tremendous pressure and countless guests had all gathered in the Drifter, but they had just begun. Whether it was the pressure of time or the result, there was even the fragrance of the noodles that spread out. As chefs, they had already understood how big the gap between them was.    

Despair was nothing more than this.    

Even if they wanted to get a chance and win, they would not be able to find any motivation even if they wanted to continue cooking.    

This was a competition with no suspense of victory or defeat. The first place would definitely be the Drifter. The second place would be Jiang City's first grade, which had been maintaining a steady state of mind and had some customers in front of the shop. Apart from these two shops, there was no other shop that had hope.    

It was sad.    

Some people didn't quite understand what was happening, while others were sighing with emotion.    

"Truly born at the wrong time. Sometimes, no matter how hard you work, it can't completely match the crushing of talent. There are too few people who can still persist and do the most basic thing that chefs should do at this time..." On the side of the judges' seats, someone was shaking his head and sighing.    

They did not look down on these chefs who gave up and even pitied them. This was a situation that normal people would naturally show when they were unable to bear it. However, the truly excellent chefs would definitely persist at this time. And now, the person who could be called an excellent chef on the scene... Besides Wu Lai, there were only two of them.    

One was naturally Wang Xinrui, and the other was an old chef whose hair was a little white. Although he was also shocked by Wu Lai, his many years of being a chef made him persist in his position. Slowly, he put his heart into cooking.    

His chefs originally wanted to give up as well, but they were infected by the chief chef's movements and that calm aura, and each and every one of them calmed down and started cooking their own dishes.    

"Old mister Xi indeed has composure. It's a pity that he is already old. This is probably the last time he will participate in the Chef Competition, right?" On the judges' side, another person sighed with emotion.    

"Yeah, Mr. Xi is almost seventy years old. He has been unwilling to retire. He has always said that as long as there is someone who likes to eat his dishes, he will not retire, but his body... " As he spoke, someone shook his head, "Time doesn't forgive people!"    

"It's a pity. Back then, I often went to support the old sir, but it's a pity, a pity..."    

The old man's cooking movements were very slow. It was not just careful and careful. More importantly, it could be seen that he was no longer capable. His eyes would occasionally flash a trace of loneliness, but it would soon turn into a more focused expression as he faced every movement in his hands.    

He knew very well that he definitely could not compete with young people. However, he thought that in this last year of his life... Participating in this last competition, regardless of winning or losing, could be considered as giving his career as a chef. He should draw a period that could not be considered to be perfect but was also satisfied.    

Wu Lai also looked at the old man on the other side. His movements also slowed down a little. As he brought the noodles over, he said, "Everyone, wait a moment. I want to have a taste of your skills. I might ask you to wait for five minutes."