"Desolate and solitary..."
These four words seemed to be branded in his mind, spoken in a solemn and deep voice at all times.
For almost a quarter of an hour, the five judges remained immersed in the historical scenes, unable to extricate themselves.
"Eat!"
There was still a lot of stir-fry left on the large plate.
Having come to their senses, the judges disregarded everything else and started eating.
After a while.
With a clang, chopsticks dropped onto the squeaky-clean plate, and Andrea leaned back, nearly collapsing into her chair in exhaustion, murmuring, "Why is this..."
"Why!"
Sta, too, stared at Xia Yu, as if talking to himself.
The judges did not dwell on the manipulation they felt in the world, they were more concerned about why that culinary world felt so real, eating the stir-fry was like taking a time-travel journey to witness history.
