บท 699: Blood Profits, No Losses

The third round of the competition began. The judge for this round was the shop owner, so the dishes only needed to be approved by the shop owner.

Mo Ruyue looked at the other two people who were already busy.

Actually, Mo Ru Yue didn't know what to do at this time. She wasn't a professional chef, so she didn't expect to enter the third round.

One of the two chefs was dealing with the fish, while the other was dealing with the pig's head.

It seemed like two tough dishes.

Mo Ruyue looked at the materials behind her and hesitated.

Below the stage, Mo Chengfeng looked at Mo Ruyue with a folding fan in his hand and a trace of worry in his eyes.

Did Ruyue not know what she had done?

Actually, Ruyue could earn money from cooking any dish she wanted, but the money might not be as much as the first and second place.

"Damn it, I can't compare to those two guys."