บท 237: Secret Packet

"Hefeng!"

Shen Ruoqing immediately rushed forward!

Qiao Hefeng was lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"Oh my gosh! What's going on!" Shen Ruoqing shouted.

The production team immediately sent someone over to carry Qiao Hefeng away.

The entire arena was deathly silent.

Especially the ten old men and women who were going to be judges. Their backs were already wet with sweat!

They took a deep breath, and their fearful eyes turned to the boiling liquid in the pot.

At this moment, this wasn't as simple as a bowl of fish soup.

This was the main culprit that was about to take their lives!

Finally, an old man said in a low voice, "I'll let everyone have the chance to taste that dish first."

The middle-aged woman next to him laughed, "Why should we? You're old, so you should be the first one to taste it."