"Beep beep, beep beep beep, beep beep beep beep..."
The doorbell echoed in the silent kitchen at night.
The boy, who was sitting stiffly in the chair like a statue, slowly opened his eyes, and his scattered gaze gradually gathered.
Click, click!
He twisted his neck to loosen his muscles. The communication with the Chef God Space this time had lasted a bit long, from morning to night, where an hour outside equaled a day in the fantasy space. Coming out, he felt somewhat dazed. Xia Yu rubbed his cold cheeks, went to the faucet at the cooking station, and splashed his face with cold water, trying to expel the dazed feeling from his mind.
The doorbell kept ringing, and Xia Yu relaxed his eyebrow and went to open the door.
A maid with an urgent expression bowed at the kitchen door: "Master Xia Yu, President Dojima just called from the competition venue, requesting your immediate presence for the official press conference..."
