Priscilla, who had made everyone nervous with just one sentence, was fiddling with the magical cooking tool, still focused on the manual.@@novelbin@@
I watched her nervously from the side. At the very least, I hoped the dish would turn out edible. Even if it wasnât perfect, I could still eat it, but hiding my true feelings about the taste would be a challenge.
"Letâs see how well they do. If itâs even close to mine, just watch."
Rosaria grumbled as she came up beside me, with Latina quietly following behind.
"Well, that confidence must come from knowing theyâll do well."
"I know. But if I want to find fault, I can always find something. If I spot even a tiny issue, Iâll definitely make them redo it."
A mischievous grin appeared on her face, almost playful in a way.
"Iâm the judge, in case you forgot."
"Audience feedback counts too, right? I also gave some to the others, so why canât I have a say?"
"You can try, but I doubt itâll affect the results."
"Thatâs not fair! Saintess, you should be more kindhearted! If youâre too harsh, nothing will go well."
Latina suddenly interjected.
"You talk as if you wouldnât do the same."
"I wouldnât. People who canât cook are often said to have bad personalities too."