Zhang Sanfeng turned his attention to a corner of the conference room.

"I do."

"I do!"

“I’m willing to be a judge.”

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Unlike the teachers and students of Zhutian Academy, the winners of the Civilization Progress Award are very enthusiastic about participating in such evaluations. This is how sacred it is to screen chefs for Zhutian Academy.

"You don't want to be a judge. If a chef brings food to you, you will only use delicious, delicious, and too delicious. Don't sign up. You don't need to say the shortcomings, you can at least say one or two advantages."

After Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, almost everyone sat down in disappointment.

"One is Emperor Li Zhi of Tang, and the other is Emperor Ming, Zhu Youzhi, you can vote."

The remaining two people were Li Zhi, Emperor Gaozong of Tang, and Zhu Youzhang, Emperor Xiaozong of Ming. As emperors, they ate a lot and naturally had a little bit of insight. In the end, a son, Emperor Xiaozong of Ming, Zhu Youzhang, who was a student at Zhutian Academy, received a quota for evaluation.

"The World of Salvation and Salvation?"

At this time, in the dean's office, Shen Wen was looking at the list of worlds that would take part in the chef's assessment tomorrow. Looking at the name of one of the worlds, a strange smile appeared on his face.

Tomorrow must be a very interesting day!

"Do you want to notify Li Qingzhao and make her mentally prepared?"

"I don't know if the practitioners can compete with the impact of food."

Shen Wen said happily.

The judges will eat these delicacies, and others will also eat them.
Chapter completed!