Master Chen was busy drinking and paid no attention to the Pockmarked Face Vice Chairman.
The Pockmarked Face Vice Chairman didn't expect things to turn out like this.
Wan Ying was dead, and in the chaos just now, several Spiritual Delicacy Masters from the association were bitten.
Yet ironically, the person who most deserved to die remained unharmed.
"Vice Chairman, I'm the only one left. Does this mean I've passed the three rounds of assessment?"
Xin Lin looked around at the mess and chuckled to herself; those who needed teaching a lesson had been taught.
"You passed nothing. You didn't make the Five Flavors. Just like them, you didn't finish the spiritual food within the time limit. You're unqualified."
The Pockmarked Face Vice Chairman took a deep breath.
She promised the Fourth Prince that she would not let this woman from Tu Su Mansion become a Three-star Spirit Chef.
