As Sui Han looked, that youth raised a hand to wave at him, and around him sat many spectators who had come to watch the competition.

Two young girls were sitting next to the youth.

Sui Han was surprised: Weren’t they afraid of the dragon in the strange youth’s hand?

That dragon was a brownish-gray color all over, with a pointed beak that was a foot long. The horn growing out of the back of its head looked the same length as its beak. Its wings were temporarily folded, and when retracted, it exuded a full-bodied evil aura.

The sharp edges would probably cut the girls’ skin if its wings were spread open.

Sui Han withdrew his gaze and ignored the person.

That youth just smacked his lips, lowered his arm, changed to a posture of propping himself up with his legs, and continued to enjoy the competition leisurely.

Sui Han thought that perhaps they couldn’t see the dragon.

It was just like his own few spirit pets; if he didn’t deliberately show them off in front of people, the world wouldn’t be able to see them either.

“What are you thinking about?” Bai Bai bounced over like a cheap pest, probably having watched too many team competitions and wanting to throw out some pre-match trash talk. “Are you thinking about how to curry favor with me later if you lose, so I’ll agree to cooperate with you?”

Yes, he was a famous streamer on Xingcai, and he always felt resentful about Sui Han’s rejection of his request for cooperation.

He had been thinking about how to get back at him.

Sui Han ignored him, treating Bai Bai like air, and just walked past with Huan Huan.

Bai Bai: What the hell!

“Don’t be too arrogant; you’ll lose today!” Bai Bai glanced at Brother Leopard beside him, giving him a “go and prepare quickly” look.

Brother Leopard was also somewhat unconvinced when facing Sui Han.

The dish he had prepared today was roast duck. Slicing the roasted duck was a considerable test of knife skills, and he was very confident.

Sui Han walked to the table and tilted his head to look at the little fox. “I’ll draw lots today; your luck is not good.”

Huan Huan, licking its paws with great enthusiasm, raised its little head to look at its owner, its mouth twitching, and then lowered its head to continue playing with its paws.

Sui Han silently prayed in his heart, reaching into the box and pulling out a card.

The host quickly seized the opportunity, chasing after Sui Han and asking, “Ah, haha, hello, streamer Sui Han! I just saw you pause when you were drawing lots. May I ask what you were thinking?”

The host urgently needed to know the streamers’ pre-match psychological activities because this would be good material for later editing.

[What else could he be thinking? Hoping he draws a good number?]

[Last time he drew the last one; Little Huan Huan’s luck is indeed worrying, but Sui Sui shouldn’t.]

[Yes, who could be so unlucky as to get number 26 twice?]

[Report, report!]

[I remember you in the front row! You’re the one who encouraged Sui Sui to participate in the vlog competition, you hater! I’m allergic to the word “report” now.]

[It’s me! I’m not a hater anymore; I’m a die-hard fan of Sui Sui’s baby [/hehe]]

[Your change of heart is as fast as light.]

[Don’t be afraid to tell you all; someone paid me before to encourage Sui Sui’s to participate in the competition.]

[Damn, who was it?]

That person refused to respond, only enthusiastically cheering for Sui Han.

Sui Han opened the rolled-up slip of paper. The large “26” was marked in red and bolded, as if afraid that the netizens in the live broadcast room wouldn’t see it. The bright red number was like a blue-faced, fanged ghost, seemingly mocking Sui Han’s tragic luck.

The boy sighed and casually answered the host, “I was thinking that I hoped I would draw number 1 so I could get off work early, but it seems like there’s no chance now.”

[Hahahaha, Sui Sui calls the competition work.]

[As everyone knows, going to work also has a refined and unconventional alias: going to the grave.]

The host coughed and ran away with the microphone. This segment absolutely couldn’t be used as editing material!

The little fox finished licking its paws, yawned, and swayed into Sui Han’s arms, falling fast asleep. It seemed to know that its role today was as a food critic.

So it didn’t need any effort and could wait for the food to be served.

Sui Han covered his face. It was his fault; he shouldn’t have mocked his baby just now.

Retribution came so quickly.

After Bai Bai and Brother Leopard drew their numbers, they grumbled and were unwilling. “Is this cheating? How was I number 25 last time, and this time too? Why do I always have to be next to Sui Han?”

Brother Leopard comforted him from the side, “W-well, it’s okay, anyway, we’re together so that we can finish quickly.”

The competition officially began after a whistle.

Sui Han and Huan Huan were still sitting in the first row, but this time only Sui Han was eating melon seeds, because Huan Huan was saving its little tummy. It wanted to be the most gluttonous food critic!

The host returned sheepishly with the microphone before Sui Han finished eating a slice of watermelon. “The netizens asked me why you always eat melon seeds when watching the competition? Are you satirizing the other participating streamers?”

[Idiot? Is this question trying to start a fight?]

[Ew, such a low-level question.]

Can you overinterpret eating melon seeds? What’s wrong? Are you trying to bring in the fan circle culture [/table slap]]

[I’ll just quietly watch the show and not say anything.]

Sui Han said “Huh?” in confusion, not quite understanding what the host meant, but his response was still sincere. “Because there’s nothing else to eat.”

The host looked embarrassed.

Sui Han’s cold and aloof face, making such a serious complaint, was very lethal.

The boy spoke his mind, wiped his mouth, and continued into the microphone, “Can I make a suggestion?”

“What suggestion?” The host’s eyelids twitched.

“Eating too many watermelons will cause diarrhea. Can you prepare some pastries? The competition is always in the morning, and I don’t have time to eat breakfast. I can come over and eat.”

“Huh?”

The barrage area laughed like crazy people, with a flood of hahahaha.

As everyone knows, competitions are somewhat mysterious. The first to appear doesn’t have an advantage.

Several streamers probably had a talent for blowing up the kitchen. When frying instant noodles, the noodles would stick to the bottom of the pot and couldn’t be scraped off. When making egg drop soup, they directly killed the salt seller.

Not to mention giving it to the cubs, even the few guests in the guest seats shook their heads after seeing it.

[I could do better than that Little Potato with my feet, and he still has the nerve to call himself “Little Potato Who Doesn’t Get Fat.” I think he’s starving himself skinny.]

[I heard that last night before going to bed, Bai Bai spoiled the dish he would make on Weibo: Shanhai Roast Duck!]

[Wow, I’m so looking forward to it!]

[Bai Bai and Brother Leopard are working together; the roast duck feast sounds amazing.]

As they spoke, Bai Bai and Brother Leopard came on stage.

Sui Han glanced at the big screen. Not a single streamer had a score exceeding 2 points. He could already imagine that it would probably cry when Huan Huan went to taste their works later.

This time, the scoring method was divided into two types.

One was for the judges to give an initial score based on appearance and aroma.

When the cubs tasted it, a second score would be given based on the pets’ reactions and expressions to determine the taste.

The combination of the two scores would be the final score for the competition.

Sui Han saw Bai Bai and Brother Leopard walking onto the stage together. Bai Bai was like an emperor going on patrol, while Brother Leopard was like the old eunuch serving the emperor, having to do everything himself.

Because roasting a duck takes a long time, Brother Leopard had started roasting in advance.

The stove was pushed up, and the hanging roast duck swayed from side to side, dripping oil.

The live broadcast gave a close-up, and the netizens all screamed.

Even the host couldn’t help but drool. “Netizens in the live broadcast room, can everyone smell it? I can’t wait to taste this Shanhai Roast Duck, hahahaha!”

[Too bad, you’re not a pet.]

[Envy.]

[I can smell it, but I can’t eat it. I’m so numb from envy.]

Bai Bai stood aside triumphantly, slowly washing scallions and cucumbers, and then squatting down to peel the cucumbers.

He didn’t have to do anything, but if he did, netizens would seize on that point to criticize him. Bai Bai knew the fan circle culture well; how could he let people seize such an obvious handle?

So, he was putting on a show.

After the roast duck was removed from the oven, Brother Leopard put on disposable gloves and began slicing the duck meat.

His knife skills couldn’t be considered exquisite, but at least he had helped out in a restaurant kitchen and had seen a lot, so he was skilled and much better than the other streamers.

After all, streamers have to broadcast for too long every day and don’t have much time to cook for themselves. Everyone is a takeout consumer; no one is superior to anyone else.

“As long as the duck is seasoned with salt and pepper, this Shanhai Roast Duck will be done,” Brother Leopard said, wiping his sweat.

The judges waited patiently and finally gave a big score of 10.

Because the maximum score for the appearance and aroma segment was 5 points, but Bai Bai and Brother Leopard were in a collaborative mode, it would naturally be doubled.

“Oh my god, they got full marks in the appearance and aroma segment!!”

“I hate myself for only knowing how to order takeout. I will learn a few tricks from my mom when I get home!!”

The streamers chattered and then very tacitly looked at Sui Han. Sui Han was number 26. After the roast duck dish was placed on the tasting table, Sui Han made the dish he had prepared.

As soon as the boy went up, the staff pushed the ingredients.

But when everyone saw the ingredients brought up, they were shocked, as if struck by lightning, and couldn’t say a word.

[What the hell, Sui Sui? Tofu, eggs, and green vegetables?]

[Is he going to make fried rice with eggs? Oh, wait, there’s no rice.]

[Isn’t he going to stew tofu? Cut the tofu into cubes and add some eggs and green vegetables. A one-pot dish is pretty good.]

[Heh, everyone here is a chef, and you’re already starting to give instructions?]

[I don’t want to give instructions, but these ingredients are too shabby, right? If you can’t afford meat, you can tell me; I’ll sponsor you~]

[Get lost, don’t disturb me from watching Sui Sui cook.]

The barrage area was arguing fiercely because of these unusual and bland ingredients, but Sui Han’s voice rang out, warm and cool, without emotion. “Today, I’m making Wensi Tofu. It’s warm and nourishing for the stomach, and cubs also need to nourish their stomachs.”

Bai Bai laughed loudly upon hearing this. “Wensi Tofu? Sui Han, don’t talk too soon. Do you know what Wensi Tofu tests the most? Knife skills!”

Wensi Tofu requires even greater knife skills than roast duck.

Because the tofu has to be cut into thin shreds, not to mention anything else, many chefs die on the knife skills when making this dish.

In the end, they cut the tofu into tofu dregs.

After Bai Bai took the lead, Sui Han attracted mockery from the entire audience. Not everyone looked down on Sui Han, but Wensi Tofu was too challenging to make.

But at this moment, the youth in the stands who had been smiling and watching Sui Han shouted to the scene, “I believe in Sui Han.”

His voice didn’t sound like he was shouting, but it was easy to notice.

Hoarse and crisp.

Hoarseness and crispness were inherently contradictory, but this youth could integrate these two characteristics into one voice, so it was difficult for him not to attract everyone’s attention.

The youth wore white casual clothes and had sweet dimples when he smiled, which greatly contrasted with Sui Han’s indifferent temperament.

He stood up, smiled at Sui Han, and said again, “I believe in Sui Han; he will win.”