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The inspectors stared at the plate of bloody, unidentified matter, exchanging bewildered glances, none daring to take the first bite.

They were kicking themselves. They spent 30,000 star coins to buy a spot here, and this is what they get to eat?

It was so red it looked like flesh had been cut out of a crime scene; an unsuspecting person might think a corpse had been brought up.

Even the most unpalatable dishes in the Imperial repertoire weren't this creepy! They're not vampires! Why make it so red!

Everyone's faces turned green, and they froze in place, holding their cutlery, caught in a dilemma.

Bai Jian, completely oblivious to the awkward atmosphere, assumed everyone was being modest and grinned, "I've made a slight improvement; I added red dragon fruit to the juice. Doesn't it look more appetizing? Haha, sirs, please don't be shy, please try it!"

Since we're already here, and it's only been "modified" a little, the taste shouldn't be too outrageous.

The inspectors, with a "let's give it a try" attitude, slowly started using the fork.

Before they could even take two bites, four of them turned pale and spat out the red paste. The remaining person was so stiff that he couldn't swallow or spit it out.

One outspoken inspector finally couldn't hold back and yelled, "It's awful! It's sickeningly sweet and salty, and the raw oil smell is like soaking a rotten rag that's been sitting in a sugar jar for three years. Plus, the texture is like sucking up two mouthfuls of sticky phlegm."

He slammed his fist on the table: "Do you even know how to cook? Your skills are worse than my second uncle's."

Others: "Please stop talking, Yue—"

"vomit--"

"vomit--"

Immediately, the scene was filled with the sounds of vomiting.

People who share scents online are also bewildered.

[This doesn't make sense. No matter how much this dish is improved, it shouldn't be this bad. Could the prosecutor have been bribed by Lu Weiliang?]

[If Lu Weiliang truly possessed that ability, would she need to conduct a live stream to prove it?]

[That's not necessarily true. What if it's Xize Lu, or Yan Mu?]

[Brothers, Sentinel trusts Sentinel, and I believe White Sword was just nervous for a moment. Please give him another chance.]

[I can't stand tour guides who are bossy and domineering. If it weren't for the need for guidance, I'd beat them up on sight. Don't worry, everyone, there's still one more dish to come.]

[It was Lu Weiliang who played tricks. Let me tell you, she might have even switched the seasonings. Could an adult like Bai Jian not tell the difference between salt and sugar?]

[To be honest, I was originally standing here, but I saw how rude and extreme you all were. You ate and drank with the guide, and then cursed at him afterward. It was disgusting, so I left.]

[Don't bother seeing me out. Get back to being the guide's dog.]

[Now I finally understand why the Director dislikes the Sentinels. Even though we were discussing cooking, he insisted on steer the conversation towards the conflict between the Director and the Sentinels. The Director choosing you guys is like picking through a pile of shit.]

[Then let's not be picky about directors, let's just exterminate them, hahaha.]

[Remember the fastest online novel website: 20 ...

[Extinction! Extinction! Extinction!]

[The sentries earn everything they need—food, clothing, shelter, transportation—what else does the guide have besides a bit of mental strength?]

[Stop talking, keep watching.]

Bai Jian finally realized he had messed up, but being a big-whistle enthusiast, how could he easily admit that he was worse than a low-level guide?

He rubbed his hands awkwardly, scratching his head as he argued, "It's not fair. Why is Lu Weiliang's place in a familiar spot? I'm completely unfamiliar with this place. The cooking here is terrible, not even as good as my stove at home. And the salt is bad too, it's all small grains. I'm more used to using the large grains of salt at home."

"I'm starting the second dish now. I'm definitely going to beat her. Cheer me on, guys."

Upon hearing this, the restaurant manager, who was watching from the sidelines, was furious.

This loser not only refuses to admit his poor skills, but also dares to say his stuff is bad? In interstellar space, coarse salt is for feeding pigs!

He quickly gathered the restaurant staff to explain in the public chat, but the chat was soon flooded with messages from White Sword's fanatical followers.

……

On the 076 side, as the stir-fried chicken giblets were served, Lu Weiliang's side experienced another surge in comments.

The scene was completely out of control. Everyone was arguing and fighting backstage over a bite of food, creating a very unpleasant scene.

Lu Weiliang carried a steaming plate of freshly cooked stir-fried chicken giblets to seat number 3, in front of Shenyu. Her eyes crinkled into crescent moons as she said, "My lord, would you like to try some while it's hot?"

I thought to myself, "Look how skinny you are, you'll definitely have a big appetite soon. I'll make you faint with just three bites of delicious food."

Shenyu stared intently at Lu Weiliang, but before he could speak, Rufeng behind him glared at her fiercely.

If eyes are weapons, Lu Weiliang would already be dead and without a complete corpse.

At first glance, she seemed so young.

She shrank her neck, took several steps back, and then, realizing the wind was getting strong, she made her escape.

At this moment, the other inspectors, suppressing their aversion to the offal, slowly raised their forks. As they hesitated, the enticing aroma wafted into their noses, and finally, the craving in their mouths overcame their reason.

One person took the lead and started eating, as if a switch had been flipped, and the others also stopped being reserved and began to eat as well.

Inspector No. 1 took a couple of bites and paused slightly, "The taste is very unique. The first bite is fiery spiciness, followed by the wok hei (wok aroma) from stir-frying over high heat. It's sour and spicy, with a lingering aftertaste."

Inspector No. 2 nodded repeatedly: "To be honest, without seeing the preparation process, I would never have guessed that it was chicken innards. It was cleaned very well and had no fishy smell."

Supervisor No. 5, standing to the side, swallowed hard and raised his hand, saying, "It's fresh, fragrant, and spicy, perfect with rice. I request an extra bowl of rice... no, three bowls, thank you."

The silent number 4, taking advantage of number 5 raising his hand, snatched the plate and shoveled the chicken giblets into his own bowl.

When number 5 looked down, not only were the chicken giblets gone, but the plate was also gone.

Just when everyone thought Shenyu wasn't going to try it, he lowered his eyes, picked up a fork with his slender fingers, slowly picked up a piece of chicken giblets covered in red oil, brought it to his lips, and chewed a few times.

His expression was very indifferent, so indifferent that it was impossible to tell whether he was satisfied or not.

Inspector No. 1 asked curiously, "What do you think?"

Shenyu simply uttered two words: "Delicious."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like pearls falling onto a jade plate. Number 4's hand, which was shoveling rice, froze in mid-air, and the whole place fell silent.

You must know that in the hearts of the people of the empire, the minor priest has always been an immortal who lives on dew and wind, and whose whole body is imbued with a divine nature that is untouched by the dust of the world.

For someone of his stature to lower himself and personally comment on a dish of everyday street food, it's clear that the dish must taste absolutely delicious.

Although it's just two simple words, it's more powerful than any praise.

Lu Weiliang nodded in satisfaction, but when she looked up, she met Ru Feng's fierce gaze. She glared back without backing down, but the other person's eyes only sharpened.

She was a little puzzled. There was no trace of this person in the original owner's memories. What had she done to offend him?

Meanwhile, the setback on the other side did not affect Bai Jian at all; on the contrary, it allowed him to gain the support of a group of low-level sentries by leveraging the traffic.

He was extremely arrogant, boasting in the live stream:

"I reported Lu Weiliang for cheating. That blue-haired man must have secretly reminded me. Even though he was wearing a veil, I saw his mouth move."