Little Taotie ate slowly and gracefully, looking elegant and luxurious, but the steak was disappearing quite fast.
By the time everyone realized what was happening, only a spotlessly clean bone remained, with not a shred of meat left on it.
At the other seven food critics' tables, more than half of their steaks were still intact, which spoke volumes of Little Taotie's elegant yet voracious eating ability.
Little Taotie held up her sign, a perfect score of 10!
The chef smiled happily and brought out two more plates of tomahawk steaks from under the table.
"Thank you, Zaizai, I'm your fan, I know you haven't had enough, here, have some more!"
And thus, Little Taotie was fed again.
The chef was a fanboy of Little Taotie's father, seeing Little Taotie eat with joy made him smile contentedly, much like any old father who feels happy seeing their child with a good appetite.
