Who is it?!

At the moment of desperation, someone shouted out.

All eyes turned towards the source of the sound, and it turned out to be the chief judge.

Resurrecting from death, he sat up once again with an imposing manner.

Not only radiating light from the top of his head but also looking sternly ahead.

"He... he's resurrected!!"

The emcee exclaimed, combined with the divine light above the chief judge's head, resembling a deity in a play.

However, the chief judge then said, "No need for the lights."

It turned out that the lights were operated by the staff, yet the audience below was still incredibly excited.

The reason was quite simple, this was no longer just a cooking competition, what the audience was witnessing now was a super judge who had overcome death's cuisine, climbing back from hell.

"He truly lives up to being the chief judge!! He just won't die!!"

Applause continued, the emcee and audience could only clap continuously.

But the chief judge simply raised his right hand slightly, maturely signaling for everyone to calm down.

"I have objections to the scores from earlier!"

Immediately, a more explosive statement stirred the atmosphere to boiling point.

"What?!"

The female judge looked to the side in astonishment.

At the same time, Cyclone also saw an opportunity.

Though now facing a life-and-death situation over one point, compared to entering the stage where he would definitely lose in the second round, the current situation offered a chance to win a gamble.

"In terms of 'style' and 'pressure,' I believe your score is reasonable."

Cyclone clenched his fist, his mind racing.

If there were no objections to 'style' and 'pressure,' it meant that the score the chief judge wanted to overturn was for 'taste.'

If it was 'pressure' being challenged, Cyclone would lose.

But regarding 'taste,' between trash and trash, Cyclone had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Just now, I had a meal in the cafeteria in heaven..."

To the chief judge's statement, everyone couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

So, you really died?!

"You have never tasted Little Dragon's dishes, you cannot possibly compare the 'taste' of both sides!"

"What?! How can this trash have any taste!"

"It does!!!"

Suddenly, the chief judge's eyes sparkled.

"It's the taste of love!!!"

"..."

With that one statement, the atmosphere in the entire venue hit a low point.

But Cyclone heard it, and it was now Cyclone's chance.

Ignoring whether the chief judge was poisoned in the brain and became silly, but if he said that, then Cyclone had to move forward.

"It's impossible!! What taste of love?!"

Even before the female judge, Adam the head chef roared in opposition.

But Cyclone wouldn't be intimidated, as he confronted the chief judge while advancing confidently.

"You dare to question the chief judge's expertise?!"

"What?!"

Cyclone knew that at this moment, only through words could he secure victory for Little Dragon in this competition.

"If you believe my dish does not possess the taste the chief judge mentioned..."

Cyclone picked up the castle from hell.

"Then taste it yourself!!"

With a devilish grin, Cyclone raised the black poison high.

"My specialty, guaranteed to blow your mind!"

Head chef Adam stared at the monster in Cyclone's hand.

"You, you... I dare to eat it!"

And with that, Adam fainted.

With no objections, Little Dragon advanced through the preliminary rounds, officially entering the preliminary competition of the Great Dragon Festival.

Even Cyclone couldn't believe how things had turned out.

"Indeed, the Great Dragon Festival is full of surprises~"

Amidst the enthusiastic cheers, Cyclone's scheme was like a grain of sand in a whirlpool, carried along by the strong current of the Great Dragon Festival, turning into entertainment.

Back home, Cyclone recounted the day's events to Little Dragon.

In the midst of laughter, Little Dragon regained her health.