Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

Chapter 132: Show Some Respect for Your Teacher and the Path

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“Although the meat and shrimp and crab’s rich flavors are delicious, it becomes greasy if you eat too much.” Cindy explained, “So, I added a little lemon vinegar to the shrimp and crab meat to neutralize some of the greasiness.”

“But the taste of vinegar is not obvious, and it doesn’t overshadow the original taste of the filling and soup.” Hunter praised, “Its subtle flavor is actually quite amazing.”

“I thought that since it would also be paired with vinegar and ginger, I didn’t add too much to the filling.” Cindy explained with a smile.

When Charles tasted it, he couldn’t help closing his eyes: “The meat filling has a springy texture, and when bitten into, the soup immediately bursts out. The taste of the soup and meat filling is incredibly layered. I think calling it a soup dumpling is no longer appropriate, exploding soup dumpling is better.”

Michael joked, “Charles, your Chinese is impressive.”

“Oh, Teacher Gordon, why are you eating a second one?” Rosaline noticed that Wesley had already reached his chopsticks into the steamer basket for one of the remaining three dumplings.

“I want to taste it more carefully.” Wesley said.

Seeing that there were only two left, Charles immediately said: “I’m a guest, please give me some courtesy.”

So, he quickly reached out his chopsticks too.

Unfortunately, he was still too slow, his chopsticks skills were no match for Michael’s.

The second dumpling was intercepted by Michael.

Hunter, reacting quickly, grabbed the last one with his chopsticks while saying, “Rosaline, I’m your teacher so please show me some respect.”

Rosaline: ‘ .

Charles: ‘

Cindy was dumbfounded.

She originally intended to take the remaining three to let Morgan and Peggy taste them while they were hot.

Of course, if Adrian was willing, he could also have a taste.

But now, they were gone.

Finally, Michael remembered their presence and coughed, maintaining his last bit of dignity: “Alright, your round of competition is over, you may leave now.”

Everyone reluctantly looked at Cindy.

It was clear by now that the judges really liked her cuisine.

It was a pity that there were no extra dumplings, otherwise they would have liked to taste if they were really as delicious as the judges said.

It was just a dumpling, right?

How delicious could it be!

Cindy, a food blogger, was just an amateur and not really a chef.

How great could her cooking be?

Albert and the others looked at Cindy with suspicion.

She didn’t follow the rules, wearing a mask and participating in the competition under a pseudonym. Who could guarantee that the judges wouldn’t give her special treatment?

However, no one had the courage to say anything at this point.

It was the last auditions of the day.

The contestants packed up and left the racecourse, while the judges left through a different exit.

As soon as she came out, Morgan ran over and hugged her: “Cindy, how did it go? How did it go?”

Adrian also came over, Cindy glanced at Morgan and Peggy.

Finally, she looked at Adrian and said with a smile, “The theme of this round was dough products, and I chose soup dumplings. The judges gave quite positive evaluations, and I think passing the auditions shouldn’t be a problem.” Albert and the others gave a small ‘hmm’ when they heard her words.

She was fine, but they were now in danger.

Cindy heard them, but chose to ignore them and said, “Let’s go, I’ll tell you more on the way.”

The four of them left the racecourse together, and Cindy said, “I made eight dumplings, just enough for the five judges to have one each, leaving three freshly out of the steamer for you to taste. Who knew the remaining three would also be taken away by the judges..”