Chapter 218: Chapter 218
"I want to ask about Salad Group 5, because I personally like to eat salad, but this one tastes a bit strange to me—an indescribable odd sensation. Miss Lowell, can you explain what’s going on?" a popular judge asked.
Quinn Lockwood frowned slightly, pondering for a moment, not quite understanding what strange taste she was talking about, then got up and walked to the stage, sniffing lightly.
"Are you referring to the lemon juice taste? To neutralize the fishy smell of crab meat and egg whites and to make the sweetness and fruitiness of the salad more prominent, I specially added some lemon juice and mango," Quinn Lockwood said, standing at the center of the stage. Her voice was clear, pure, and crisp, with her slightly upturned lips radiating confidence and composure.
The professional judges nodded one after another upon hearing this, and after some discussion, two of them voted for Group 5.
The current chef looked at the sauce salad on the table in front of him and nodded appreciatively.
The audience and the comments under the livestream became increasingly lively, with many food enthusiasts leaving messages and private messages on Quinn Lockwood’s X, hoping she would share the salad recipe. Some bold netizens even suggested that Quinn do more livestreams to teach everyone how to cook.
The final evaluation results were a tie between Group 5 and Group 3, and because Quinn Lockwood was Group 5’s assistant, she did not participate in the voting.
While the professional judges were discussing who should be chosen as the champion, a girl with short black hair raised her hand from the popular judges’ seat and said, "Teacher Savannah Lowell hasn’t voted yet!"
Upon hearing this, all the professional judges and popular judges looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Logically speaking, Quinn Lockwood, as an invited judge, should participate in the voting, but as Group 5’s assistant, to avoid suspicion, she really shouldn’t be involved in the voting.
Quinn Lockwood lowered her gaze, with a slight smile on her lips, rubbing the surface of the table. Then she leaned back in her chair and said, "Indeed, I didn’t vote, firstly because as an assistant on stage, I don’t feel it’s appropriate to vote, and furthermore, I’m not professional enough. If my involvement affects the professional judges’ final judgment, I wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences."
"But..." It seemed the short-haired girl wanted to say something more, only to be interrupted by the host with a smile.
"Savannah Lowell is right. Up next, our professional judges will make the final decision." The host gracefully stood in the middle of the stage, his gaze pausing slightly when it swept across Ariana Lynch, then quickly returning to normal.
It must be said that Quinn Lockwood’s words just now were very clever. If the host really let Quinn vote, it would imply the show’s crew didn’t consider those professional judges seriously, and it would appear as if they were purposely backing and flattering Quinn.
We must know that those judges are all renowned master chefs and leaders in the restaurant industry both domestically and internationally. Although the host received orders to cooperate with that short-haired girl, she’s not foolish enough to offend those judges.
Ariana Lynch leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed, her eyes slightly slanted towards Quinn Lockwood, a surge of resentment rising immediately.
The final competition result was that Group 2 won first place, while the Group 5 with the current chef was awarded second place.
Even though they did not win first, Quinn Lockwood and the current chef were still very happy, taking lots of commemorative photos with other contestants and judges. Everyone liked Quinn, and some assistants from other groups were even running around looking for pens to get Quinn’s autograph.
Just as she left the show venue, Quinn Lockwood was intercepted by Ariana Lynch.
"Savannah Lowell, you really are full of surprises." Ariana paced back and forth, scrutinizing Quinn Lockwood while clapping, as if sincerely praising her. Get full chapters from novel·fire·net
"Ariana, what do you mean by this? I don’t quite understand," Quinn Lockwood said innocently, blinking at the woman in front of her, who was full of displeasure towards her.
Ariana Lynch looked at Quinn with cold eyes, her lips twitching, and a trace of sarcasm flashed by. She then grabbed Quinn’s wrist forcefully as if trying to crush it.
Quinn was initially stunned, but then a realization flashed in her mind.
It seemed the troubles on the show just now were caused by the woman in front of her. However, she did not expect that after experiencing such an injury, Ariana’s endurance had become worse. She couldn’t wait to settle scores after just a few failures.
"Ariana, what’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you? Or, is it because of Jonah Hansen? We’re just ordinary friends, please don’t misunderstand..." Quinn’s eyes slightly narrowed, her apricot eyes filled with mist, her voice involuntarily choked.
Upon hearing this, resentment instantly surged in Ariana’s beautiful eyes. At this moment, voices of other actors came from behind. Gnashing her teeth, Ariana released her grip on Quinn’s arm.
"Ariana..." Quinn bit her lip, tears swirling in her eyes.
The voices of other actors talking grew closer. Ariana lowered her fiery gaze and then turned to leave.
Quinn stood in place, watching Ariana’s departing figure, a mocking smile gracing her lips.
Since you care so much about Jonah Hansen, you two might as well be buried with me.
After taking some commemorative photos with a few juniors, Quinn left the show as night fell. As she had other engagements the next day, she returned to the hotel to study her script.
Returning to the hotel and freshened up, Quinn just took out her phone and found that Anna had called her more than twenty times. When she called back, a sharp and anxious female voice exploded from the other end.
"Savannah Lowell, what did you do? You just got famous, and now you’re out causing trouble! Out of everyone, you had to go after someone’s fiancé! Now the whole internet is calling you a homewrecker, telling you to leave the entertainment industry!"
"What on earth are you talking about?" Quinn was bewildered by Anna’s scolding. Whose fiancé did she interact with? How did she inexplicably become a homewrecker?
"You don’t know yet? Check the internet to see what trouble you’ve caused. Not even God himself can save you now, and I’m going to suffer along with you!" Anna was so furious that her face alternated between red and white, but not because of Quinn’s flirtations or romances—being a third party had nothing to do with her.