Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

So, Cindy Clarke didn’t have any worries and focused on preparing for the competition.

Like before, Cindy entered the makeup room.

However, she found that the competitors didn’t have makeup on.

There were no makeup artists today.

“Cindy!” Yellen Brooks saw her and waved to her eagerly.

Cindy walked over.

Now that there were only 15 contestants left, the makeup room seemed much more spacious.

When Cindy arrived, the 10 contestants from Pingla Academy formed a small group, and the other four gathered together.

No one knew why, maybe it was because of the difference in strength.

In any case, the contestants from Pingla Academy rarely interacted with the others.

No one seemed to take the initiative to get to know each other or chat.

An invisible boundary naturally formed between them.

Since Yellen had called her, Cindy joined in with the small group of four people.

Blake Walker was also there, and when he saw Cindy, he looked extremely uncomfortable.

He didn’t like Cindy, but the others were nice to her, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Cindy saw that Yellen and Natalie Campbell had light makeup on, drawn by themselves, not professional makeup artists.

As for Blake and Larry Bennett, they didn’t have any makeup on.

During the previous competitions, female contestants had more significant makeup.

Male contestants just had powder foundation applied to even out their skin tone.

However, looking at Blake and Larry, it seemed they hadn’t even applied foundation.

Seeing Blake’s obvious disdain for her, Cindy certainly wouldn’t take the initiative to speak to him.

So she asked the other three, “None of you did your makeup? Are the makeup artists not here yet?”

“We don’t know.” Yellen shook her head. “When we came, there were no makeup artists, just staff members asking us to wait here, saying they’d explain when everyone arrived.”

“Now that everyone’s here, we still don’t know what’s going on,” said Natalie. “Today is different from the previous two rounds. We arrived so early, but we still don’t know what exactly is happening.”

The uncertainty was even more unsettling because the staff wouldn’t give any information.

Little did they know, although the audience had not yet arrived, a live broadcast had already begun on the Internet platform.

The live stream started when the first contestant entered backstage.

Live cameras were installed in the corners of the makeup room.

Blake suddenly said, “Cindy, haven’t you heard any news about this competition?”

“No, why would I?” Cindy’s tone turned cold.

“After all, you’re with Adrian Zhekova…” Blake insinuated with a smirk. “I thought you might have some insider information.”

“It seems that weak people love to think that way,” Cindy laughed softly.

“What do you mean?” Blake fumed.

Who was the weak one here?

“Anyone who thinks this way is always at the bottom of the rankings, unable to accept that others are better than them or to acknowledge their own lack of strength. They only believe that the success of others is due to luck and that they could achieve the same with such good luck,” Cindy said coldly.

“Unfortunately, the weak will always be weak, no matter how they think or what they say. In the end, those eliminated are simply lacking in strength,” like Zoe Silverstone and Iris Doone.

Although Cindy didn’t name names, everyone thought of the two people in question.

Yellen moved to stand next to Cindy and looked at Blake disapprovingly: “Cindy’s strength, not to mention the auditions, is evident just from watching these two rounds of live competitions.”

“Whether it’s creativity or cooking skills, there is no place to criticize,” said Yellen. “No matter who she has a connection with, what does it have to do with the competition? Even if you say the major competition is run by Cindy herself, her strength means she can still win.”

“I don’t understand, with all your talk, is the racecourse about background or strength?” Yellen had had enough. “If the major competition is truly unfair, why did we even participate? Why did you stay?”

Cindy smiled at Yellen and spoke to Blake again: “Speaking of which, everyone here has won by a significant margin in the competition. Moreover, when we drew lots, the strength difference between us and our opponents was quite significant.”

“No need to mention Yellen, who won by a reversal,” Cindy continued. “Just you – how come your luck is so good that you happened to draw an opponent with a similar strength, and it’s uncertain who would win or lose?”

“And how come you were so lucky to win over your opponent with just a slight advantage? Of course, I have no doubt about the judges’ evaluation. But if I follow your logic in suspecting me, I can also question you, right?” Cindy scoffed. “Is there something fishy about your victory? How else could someone of your strength advance?”

“You…” Blake felt insulted. “Cindy, just because you advanced, you think you can look down on others?”

“I don’t look down on others; I just look down on you,” Cindy replied indifferently.

“Pff!” Cynthia Florine from the Pingla Academy group couldn’t help but laugh.

Blake immediately turned to look at her.

His sharp, angry gaze softened upon seeing so many people from Pingla Academy.

He didn’t dare mess with them.

Aiden Huxley and Yannick O’Brian by Cynthia’s side sneered, thinking Blake was a coward who only picked on the weak but was afraid of the strong.

Did he not realize that Cindy was not part of the “weak”?

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help but laugh a bit too loudly!” Cynthia said with a grin.

“Is it that funny?” Blake couldn’t help but ask.

“Of course, it’s hilarious,” Cynthia replied. “Just savor what Cindy just said.”

Blake: “…”

“When Cindy said she doesn’t look down on people, it’s just a literal meaning. I don’t need to explain it to you in detail, do I?” Cynthia said.

“Hmph.” Blake snorted, not wanting to respond.

“The important part is the previous sentence – when Cindy said she doesn’t look down on others, isn’t that implying that she doesn’t consider you a person?” Cynthia clapped and laughed.

“I’m not trying to stir things up – I love the attitude of Cindy!” she applauded. “Otherwise, must we play innocent when someone badmouths us right to our face?”

“Blake, I’ve personally tasted Cindy’s cooking,” Larry interjected. “I don’t know about other times, but at least during the first round, I knew there was a gap between our skills.”

“Me too,” chimed Natalie. “In that competition, I said that Cindy’s cooking skills were impressive.”

“If you’re looking down on Cindy’s cooking skills now, thinking she didn’t win based on her ability, are you also questioning my skills?” Larry asked coldly.