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... edients room to pick winter melon, tofu, pepper, etc., obviously she didn’t have a cooking direction yet. She needed to determine the correct combination and processing of ingredients through experimentation.


The three judges had high hopes for her and Shi Mingxu, and they hoped that she could find a direction as soon as possible.


The other three took very similar ingredients. Basically, they took all the ingredients recommended by the judges, and they were now pondering how ...

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