Chapter 713

Chapter 713:

However, recognizing that this might be his only shot at changing his life, Malcom steeled himself against the mounting pressure.

Though his hands trembled with nervousness and stress, he pushed forward, carefully following Ashton’s instructions.

Despite being just an assistant, Ashton was busier than the head chef, seamlessly juggling tasks like chopping vegetables, slicing meat, and guiding Malcom through the intricate steps of cooking.

“Heat the pan until it starts to smoke, then add oil to stir-fry the ingredients and release their aroma. Keep a close eye on the oil temperature—too hot, and you’ll burn everything. We’re pressed for time, Malcom, so there’s no room for mistakes in your cooking.” Even while managing Malcom, Ashton’s sharp eyes darted to observe the other competitors.

Of the teams present, Ashton saw no significant threat apart from the Figueroa brothers’ team. The other three restaurant teams, shaken by the imposing aura of the Figueroa brothers, had visibly lost their confidence, leading to repeated errors in their cooking.

Meanwhile, the Figueroa brothers took their time, casually assessing their competition before beginning to cook.

Yet, as Ashton observed their movements, he noticed they were preparing three seemingly ordinary dishes. Was this an attempt to humiliate Malcom, or did they have some hidden strategy?

Suspicion stirred within Ashton, but he maintained his composure. Soon, the twenty-minute cooking period came to an end, and each team presented their dishes to Jeremiah and the two other gourmets for scoring.

When it was the Figueroa brothers’ team’s turn to showcase their dishes, Covington’s gaze flicked toward Malcom, who was still scrambling to finish his plate. Disappointment and disdain briefly flashed in Covington’s eyes.

“Time’s up, and you haven’t finished your dish? I thought your skills might improve without us, but you’re still just a loser! And you, Ashton—letting someone who can’t…”

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“Even tell sugar from salt, take charge of the cooking? Clearly, you’re not serious about winning. With that attitude, you don’t deserve to win either!”

As his taunts echoed through the venue, three plates were placed before the judges.

Jeremiah and the other judges, anticipating the refined artistry of master chefs, froze in surprise at the sight of three very ordinary dishes. They exchanged puzzled glances but soon picked up their knives and forks to taste the offerings.

With each bite, their initial surprise and hesitation melted away. Unlike the other dishes they’d sampled, these plates left the judges nearly scraping them clean.

Jeremiah couldn’t help but remark, “These are perfect classics. Each ingredient is showcased beautifully—truly satisfying!”

Yet, after a moment of admiration, he let out a soft sigh. “It’s a shame, though. As flawless as they are, these dishes are far too ordinary to earn a very high score.” Following a brief discussion, the judges awarded a total of 90 points.

The three brothers, however, looked less than pleased. Though they refrained from voicing complaints, their dissatisfaction was clear in their expressions.

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