In the WeChat group.
Zhao Zhenhao: "You guys have got to see Wang's expression, sure looks like he's plotting something."
Fang Wenbin: "Well, of course, the legend himself couldn't get an inch of advantage from Brother Hao today, he must be coming up with some battle plan!"
Wang Mengfei: "I bet he definitely won't eat what Brother Hao makes. He'll just be puffing up his face to look fat."
Ren Xing: "This is a tricky situation. Eating is all about personal choice, right? We can't force him to eat, can we? If he just takes one bite and then says it's not good, wouldn't all of Brother Hao's hard work go to waste?"
Zhao Zhenhao: "Yeah, that's what I'm worried about. Let's hope the dish Brother Hao makes later is good, so we at least have an impression of it after eating. If he really says it's not good, we'll just argue that taste is subjective."
Fang Wenbin: "Fair point. After all, everyone's tastes are different, and that's a good enough explanation."
