“However, it doesn’t mean that you are also a terrible chef. I have eaten well the dishes you have prepared until now. The dream to become a chef, I wish you don’t give up. You have potential. Just keep going like this.”
“……..Yes.”
Coney replied as she nodded. After that, was the turn of Carlos. Carlos was nervous because of the soon to reach announcement and was tensing his muscles. The tattoos on his arm wriggled, but it just seemed like a weak cat with it’s fur erected. Emily opened her mouth.
“Actually, we have thought a lot picking you. Saying the truth, there were many participants who had made risotto in your level.”
“… … …”
“However, a disqualifier had to appear. And from those, we picked the chef we got the least amount of impression. I’m sorry, Carlos. It seems that you are done until here. Coney, Carlos. Leave your Grand Chef badges and leave please.”