Alan grabbed the knife and sliced the omelette. Two were softly made and the remaining one was lumped together like gyeran jjim. Alan let out a sigh.
“There are only 2 omelettes from 9 that are worthy to be called as omelettes. Who are the owners of these dishes?”
At Alan’s question, Jacob and Anderson raised their hands. Joseph that was next to them opened his mouth.
“I get the feeling that you make omelette usually. I didn’t have anything to point out. You two can go upstairs. You passed.”
“Thank you.”
The two of them replied in a low voice and moved. They couldn’t jump out of joy for consideration of their previous teammates.
Emily looked at the remaining 7 omelettes. And then let out a sigh.
“To pick the worst three from these. It’s hard. Can you do it? Honestly, it doesn’t make me want to eat them. The only good point is that the exterior got cooked well. Excluding that the seasoning feels a bit heavy, it is basically an omelette. However, if inside of the omelette is a raw egg or a sloppy jjim, I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I think that it’s profaning the egg.”