Daddy, Come Home For Dinner!

Chapter 894: Chapter 894: Screwed Over by a Useless Teammate

"Then can we assume that the judges of the International Cooking Competition might do the same? Can we assume that what Zhuang Mingyan did this time was under the aegis of the International Cooking Competition?" Zhao Gushen said each word distinctly, one by one.

The audience, who were originally preparing to send complaint emails to the International Chef Association and the organizers of the International Cooking Competition, seemed to have had a door to a new world opened for them.

Could it actually be phrased like this?

Everyone noted it down.

Highlight the key points!

Organize the words immediately and send them!

In the judges’ seat, Zhuang Mingyan’s expression had already changed.

At this moment, she truly began to feel nervous.

Just now, when the audience was so outraged, she was only angry, not panicked. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

In fact, there was even a bit of pleasure.

The pleasure lay in the fact that even though those audiences were so furious, they still couldn’t do anything to her.

That she could so easily control the ranking of the contestants, everything was in her score.

Whoever she wanted to win, would win.

It felt as exhilarating as if she was mastering the fate of others.

But now is different.

The reasons Zhao Gushen laid out, they intended to use these reasons to question the organizers of the International Cooking Competition.

By then, not only would everything she did be exposed.

But she wouldn’t even be able to keep her job, let alone use her power to threaten Ye Fei, or to entice Zhao Gushen.

Zhuang Mingyan was already a bit flustered, trying to think swiftly that she needed to resolve the issue before Changping questioned the organizers of the International Cooking Competition.

To first touch base with the organizers of the International Cooking Competition over there.

Communication between officials doesn’t happen that quickly.

There are many things both sides need to negotiate and prepare for.

So before that communication, she still has time to deal with it.

But Zhuang Mingyan did not expect that in the stands behind her, and the audience watching the live broadcast over the internet through their screens.

They were all already rolling up their sleeves to send emails.

The on-site audience found it not so convenient to send emails.

Although they could use their phones, writing an email on a phone is still relatively slow.

But the audience watching the live broadcast in front of their computers were already watching while editing emails.

Following what Zhao Gushen said, recording it down one by one, then reorganizing the language and embellishing it.

"As expected of someone who does big things, their mind reacts faster. He directly came up with so many reasons, each one enough to pin Zhuang Mingyan down."

"And each cap is bigger than the next, even if the International Cooking Competition organizers wanted to downplay the situation, it would be pretty troublesome."

"Yes, because this is concerning the reputation and prestige of the International Cooking Competition."

"The International Cooking Competition over there, as long as they don’t want to be affected, they must first deal with Zhuang Mingyan."

"They definitely wouldn’t sacrifice the authority and honor of the International Cooking Competition they’ve built over years for just one Zhuang Mingyan."

"Zhao Gushen immediately raised the stakes, now it’s no longer just about Zhuang Mingyan personally, it’s not something that can be brushed off as her private grudge. Instead, it directly escalated to the level of the International Cooking Competition organization."

"For many years, the International Cooking Competition has also suppressed our domestic chefs, it hasn’t been all that fair and just. Thanks to Zhuang Mingyan for giving Changping a reason to rise."

"The International Cooking Competition over there probably never thought they’d be messed up by a pig teammate."

"Hahaha! Yes indeed!"

On the live broadcast screen, there were so many dense bullet comments that they nearly covered everyone up.

"Zhao Gushen spoke too fast, what do I do if I didn’t catch everything?"

"You’ll have to jot it down during the replay and send the email later."

"I learned shorthand, I’ve got it all down, I’ll post it in the comments, be sure to check it out."

"I just noted the key points, everyone still needs to reorganize the language themselves."

"Don’t wait until the replay to send the emails, it’s best to send them now."

"Yes, don’t give Zhuang Mingyan time to find opportunities to exonerate herself. We have to catch her off guard!"

"The competition I was so looking forward to has been completely ruined by her. I won’t be satisfied unless she bears the responsibility she should."

Zhuang Mingyan was already being roasted on the fire.

If she didn’t say something now, she’d be at a complete disadvantage.

So, Zhuang Mingyan stood up, with steeled nerves, assuming an upright and principled stance, and said, "I judged according to my own standards."

"The preference for taste is a very subjective matter. Ye Fei’s cooking simply doesn’t meet my standards and taste, that’s why I gave low scores. You can’t say I’m deliberately scoring low just because my palate differs from the other judges’, right?"