"Actually, that's not a spice,"
Xia Yu said calmly.
"Not a spice? What is it then?" the Indian Old Lady judge pressed.
"Wait a moment!"
Following the camera, Xia Yu walked back to his workstation and brought back an opened box of fat, placing it on the judges' table.
"This is..."
The Indian Old Lady picked it up, sniffed it, and her eyes showed a hint of shock, "This is cattle-pig-bird fragrant fat oil!"
"Fragrant fat oil?"
The other four judges stood up one by one, dipped their fingers into the box, scraped out some fat crumbles with their nails, and sniffed them under their noses, each revealing a strange expression, looking like they wanted to speak but hesitating.
The audience had a moment of realization.
They suddenly remembered the scene when Xia Yu had specially requested ingredients from Chiyoda Aichi. Was it specifically for this box of fat?
"That's impossible!"
A voice disrupted the odd atmosphere among the judges.
