Chapter 317: : Questioning the fairness of the game

Feeling unbalanced may not be judged without prejudice.
"Don't you dare!" Zhai Ling became more unwilling and insistent. She turned to the public and said, "The culinary competition, which is known as the highest level, is just a pretence to become a trend. Whoever has the money can award it to others. Look at you. Don’t you feel blushing with his slogans and slogans?"
"Zhai Ling, you are questioning the past golden spoon chefs and at the same time insulting our professional ethics." A well-known gourmet, who is also one of the referees, stood up with a grim expression.
Zhai Ling's eyes flashed: "I didn't say that everyone cheated, but someone must cheat for personal gains!"
"Cheating for favoritism?" Li Weiyin couldn't listen. "I made the dishes in front of you. The score is to remove the highest and the lowest comprehensive score. The scores of each judge are also open and transparent. You said that not everyone cheated. , Then you see who is cheating?"
"Even if the score cannot be faked, everyone knows that you are a big sponsor. Maybe you set the topic. I don't know how many rehearsals at home. Come and compete with me. Is this fair?" Zhai Ling coldly Staring at Li Weiyin.
"Since you said that, even if you food, you still think it's fake, don't you?" Li Weiyin sneered, "Actually, you are so angry, not because you feel adulterated, but you happen to be It’s just the highest score for the knockout."
After being dismantled by Li Weiyin, Zhai Ling yelled in annoyance, "What do you know, what am I not reconciled to? Look at my hands, how much did we pay to learn how to cook? Look at your hands again, where is it like perennial People who enter the kitchen? You are rich and powerful, why do you want to cut off the future of others? What do you want to buy, you have to spend money to come here for gilding.
Obviously it is unfair, but you want to be just. Isn't this what it means? "
Zhai Ling stretched out her hand. Her hand was not slender. She even had scars and burns. She stretched out the of her left hand: "When we just made the garnish, this finger never got better. Day after day, new wounds were created. It will be deformed only when it is wounded."
She showed her palm again: "The knife wounds on her hand are nothing. These burns: there are hot pots, oily burns, oven burns, steam..."
Zhai Ling seemed to have said the voices of most of the people present. They couldn't help spreading out their rough hands and looked at them. Every wound was sad. Compared with them, Li Weiyin's hands were soft and slender, not at all. Like a chef's hand.
Her scars and choking in her words aroused the sympathy of many people.
"I'm not a chef, why should I have the same hands as yours?" Li Weiyin snorted. "As you said, I have a good family since I was a kid. My cooking is just a personal hobby. It's not that I have never been injured. I have money, and my one-hand maintenance costs more than 200,000 a year."
200,000 may be the annual salary of many more senior chefs for a year, and they will take care of it!
Suddenly everyone looked at Li Weiyin's eyes with a little complicated.
"But I have money and I was born in a wealthy family. This shouldn't be the reason why I was condemned?" Li Weiyin strode to the console and brought the unused dry silk in his basin to Zhai Ling." I cut it in front of everyone. I'm only 23 years old. That's right, but I haven't been a knife worker for ten years. It's impossible to do it, right?"