Ning Meng’s gaze fell upon the dish.
To be honest, just looking at it, it was clear that a great deal of thought had been put into this creation. The chicken pieces were a brilliant golden hue, the thin layer of skin glistening with a light sheen that promised a satisfying crispness. Beside it, a small dollop of jet-black Osetra caviar sparkled under the lights like tiny, precious jewels. With a garnish of vibrant green herbs, the collision of red, yellow, black, and green was remarkably eye-catching.
[Well, as far as presentation goes, it passes. I just wonder how it tastes. It is supposed to be the signature dish, after all—can it pull off a top score?]
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