章 778: Who Will Win?

The judges' sudden violent actions scared the audience.

They stared blankly at the judges who were acting no differently from starving ghosts before shifting their gazes to the dumplings, which were disappearing very quickly. Seeing this, the audience's jaws dropped in shock.

Bu Fang, on the other hand, was calm. With his arms crossed, he expressionlessly watched the judges.

Shrimpy laid on his shoulder, blowing bubbles out of its mouth. The steam on its body had long scattered. Its round eyes stared at the judges, who were like starving ghosts, as a curious light flashed past its eyes.

Bu Fang raised his hand, patting Shrimpy's head.

Nethery's movements were swift. As she directly used her hands instead of chopsticks, a piece of fried dumpling was quickly in her hands.