Chapter 125 - 125: Adrian Zhekova Really Brings Trouble

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The competition venue needed to be cleaned up and the ingredients restocked.

Therefore, they could only enter in 15 minutes.

Someone casually asked a contestant who had just finished their round: “What was the theme of your round? Was it difficult? How were the judges?”

In order to be as fair as possible, the audition’s themes varied in each round.

“Our theme was duck cuisine,” someone said. “It’s hard to say how difficult it was. If you stick to the conventional and don’t stand out, then it’s not difficult. If you want to be innovative, then it’s hard. The judges were of a high standard and very fair, which is beyond doubt.”

Of course, the one who asked didn’t expect the other to say anything bad about the judges.

They couldn’t pick up any useful information from this conversation either.

At this moment, someone announced that the contestants for their round could now enter and prepare.

“Go Cindy!” Morgan Clarke clenched her little fist, cheering for Cindy Clarke.

“Cindy, you can definitely do it!” Peggy Lewis was full of confidence in Cindy. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

After all, in the formal advancement competition, meeting a strong opponent might be a bit suspenseful for Cindy.

But during the auditions, Peggy Lewis never doubted that Cindy would get through.

However, to avoid arousing resentment, Peggy Lewis did not dare to say it out loud.

She didn’t want to make enemies for Cindy right at the start.

Cindy smiled and nodded at them, then subconsciously looked up at Adrian Zhekova.

Adrian Zhekova gave a slight smile, suddenly raising his hand and placing it on top of Cindy’s head, rubbing it twice: “You definitely can.”

Cindy’s face turned red: “Thank you .

After that, Cindy turned around and ran off.

As a result, she was so nervous that she tripped over her own feet and almost fell down.

Staggering, she braced herself against the wall to steady herself.

However, feeling incredibly embarrassed, Cindy didn’t dare look back and hurried into the competition area.

Peggy Lewis shook her head, thinking that Adrian Zhekova was only causing trouble.

If he jumbled Cindy’s thoughts before the competition, what would happen if it affected her performance?

When the contestants for Cindy’s round entered, the venue had already been rearranged.

Each person had their own cooking station.

Name tags were also placed on the counter for each contestant. Cindy’s name tag, as she requested earlier, read “Cain Velman.”

Cindy found her cooking station and stood by it.

When the other contestants saw the name tag on Cindy’s cooking station, they all looked at her in surprise. “So, she’s Cain Velman,” someone said.

But not everyone knew who she was.

Many professional chefs would not pay attention to a food blogger.

In their eyes, food bloggers were all amateurs.

“Who is Cain Velman?” some asked.

“She’s a nonnlar food blogger who caused allite a stir with another food

blogger, Zoe Silverstone, not long ago. Both of them signed up for the competition,” someone explained. “You can search her up online later.” “So, she’s a food blogger,” someone said after hearing the explanation.

There was a clear disdain in his tone, as if looking down on food bloggers.

“I didn’t expect amateurs to participate in the competition this year. Isn’t this a joke?”

“This is really belittling the Pingla Culinary Competition.”

“And belittling us professional chefs.”

“However, isn’t this a good thing? At least, now we know that we have two fewer competitors. Cain Velman and Zoe Silverstone may be successful as food bloggers, but they aren’t fit to be professional chefs. We can directly eliminate them. Our chances of advancing will be greater..”