The fragrance wafted from the basin on the countertop, palpable in its intensity.
White vapors spread like a dense spider web from above the young chef's head, quickly enveloping the entire venue.
The audience cooperated, each seemingly losing their souls.
From Bernard's perspective, it seemed a grand enchantment spell, inconceivable.
"Huh?!"
A whiff of the fragrance accidentally swept past his nose, Bernard inadvertently inhaled, and became stunned, tremblingly murmuring, "Why does the blood sausage taste… so strange?"
He couldn't help but take another sniff, feeling pounds lighter.
This top student from the French Culinary Institute bowed his head, his shoulders trembling as he evidently suppressed something.
A heavy atmosphere hung over the guest seating area.
"What a familiar spice pairing!"
Yu Hong, the leader of Yangquan Restaurant's team, had already stood up from his chair.
