God of cooking

Chapter 48: Unexpected fame (5)

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Gulp.

A gulping sound was heard. It was Jo Minjoon. He looked at the chips that were coming out of the boxes with a serious face. Blue team one, red team one. Blue team eleven, red team eleven. It was at the moment when they each had seventeen chips, with a total of thirty four coming out when Alan opened his mouth.

"Now, one of the boxes doesn't have any more chips."

The participants just heard that as a declaration. Alan looked at Jacob.

"Jacob. Do you think that your team will win?"
"Yes."
"And what's the reason for you to be saying that?"
"I believe in my teammates."
"Do you think that you have performed the role of the head chef well?"
"It's a difficult question for me to answer. I think that my teammates would be having the answer."

Alan just looked at Jacob. His eyes seemed intricate and nervous rather than gentle. Jacob didn't evade his sight. Alan said in a low tone of voice.

"If you have to pick someone from your team that performed the best, who would you pick?"
".......It's troublesome. It would be too simple to say that everyone did well. Fine. I will pick Marco. Because it was the only dish we didn't even have to wash."
"Then, if you have to pick the person that performed the worst, who would you pick?"

Jacob couldn't reply immediately. He could only be like that. Because if he named someone, in the end, that person would only get hurt. And there were no particular people that made such a mistake as to bad mouth like that. Jacob replied with an awkward voice.

"I will pick myself. I tried to adjust to the head chef's seat, but I don't get the feeling to have completed my role well."

At those words, Alan didn't say anything. In the middle of the nervousness, only silence could be heard, and only after a while did Alan smile.

"You seemed to be replying trying to evade my question, but your answer seems to be quite true. I won't refute that. I will only say a word. Jacob. You have done the best as a head chef. Remember that."
"Thank you."

As the conversation between the two ended, Kaya's face became ugly. Because it was obvious who Alan was going to target next. Alan turned his head to look at Kaya. Chloe that was next to her, wiped the sweat that was on Kaya's forehead with a towel nervously. Alan that was looking at them expressionlessly opened his mouth.

"Kaya. I will also make the same question to you. Do you think that you are going to win?"
"I don't know. Because in the end, you just have to look at the results. So why are you asking me this? If you ask me if I'm going to lose I would reply that I wasn't confident, but if I say that I'm going to win, then it will be a proofless confidence. Isn't that right?"

At Kaya's bold question, almost all of the people that were next to her laughed bitterly. They knew well about Kaya's temperament, but they never thought that she would be able to speak so challengingly to a judge like Alan. Was it a bluff? Or did she only know to reply like that?

Alan didn't get angry. Because those words weren't so harsh for him to get angry. She had just hit the mark. And Kaya's eyes were also slanting, but there was no need to point out things like this one by one. Because he was a judge and not a teacher. Alan said unconcernedly.

"I won't mind about what you reply. Just do so. Are you confident?"
"I told you. That you have to see to know. I don't know."

Alan's eyes twitched. Saying the truth, he felt a bit perplexed. Because he never thought that he would listen to this sort of answer. However, now that he looked clearly, it seemed that Kaya that had said those words seemed more perplexed. It seemed like she had never expected to say those things that sharply. Alan took a short breath and opened his mouth.