Who can I go to for justice?

With such emotions, it was only natural that the team performed poorly, and Country R took last place.

Min Hongqi came in third and won a bronze medal.

Although it was not as good as a gold medal, it still made Min Hongqi so happy that the corners of his mouth almost stretched to his ears.

On the way back to the hotel after the competition, Shan Haoyun, who had been enduring all this time, suddenly stood up. He walked up to Instructor Han and loudly demanded, "Did you do this?"

Instructor Han looked puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb, it must be you. You are taking revenge." Shan Haoyun shouted.

Instructor Han raised an eyebrow, "Revenge for what?"

"What are you doing—"

A big hand covered Shan Haoyun's mouth and dragged him back.

Instructor Han had a mocking look on his face as he turned his head to look out the window. The street scenes of Los Angeles in Country M made him feel dazed every day. They were completely different from the scenes in China.

I don't know if I can see China catch up with the United States in this lifetime, so that everyone can become rich and live a life without suffering from hunger and cold.

The car stopped in front of the hotel. The R country team sitting in the front got off first, followed by Song Yun and the others.

As soon as I got off the car, before I could put on my bag, a tall figure quickly rushed over and said, "Beautiful lady, can I keep you for two hours?"

Song Yun recognized the person, it was the hotel chef.

She nodded. "No problem. What can I do for you?"

The chef rubbed his hands together, a look of slight apology on his face. "Well, I know this is presumptuous, and I've heard that in China, secret recipes are usually passed down through generations. But I'm genuinely curious and would love to know more about this medicinal food you mentioned. I drank a small bowl the other day, and I felt incredibly refreshed and comfortable. What's going on? Is it medicine or food?"

It turns out it was for medicinal purposes.

It is impossible to give a recipe, but we can talk about the principles of medicinal food. Anyway, they can't replicate it. This thing cannot be made into medicinal food by just throwing some herbs in. There must be a prescription that accurately adapts to the symptoms, and there must be precise proportions and cooking steps. Otherwise, it will be unpalatable and useless.

Song Yun explained the general principles of medicinal cuisine to the chef, and then, facing the chef's expectant gaze, she apologized, "Sir, this recipe was passed down from my ancestors. I swore never to pass it on to anyone else. I'm truly sorry."

The chef said hurriedly, "I can pay me a generous reward. I want to buy this medicinal recipe. Is that okay?"

Song Yun shook her head, "I'm sorry, I don't plan to sell the recipe." Thinking of Qiao Fengshou who was still lying there, she added, "I'd like to borrow the kitchen to make some medicinal food. I'll give some to you after I'm done. Is that okay?"

How could the chef not agree? He immediately asked someone to make room in the kitchen.

Last time, he didn't take the Chinese seriously. He borrowed the kitchen and didn't take care of it or even take a second look at it.

He wanted to go and take a look one day. Even if there was no recipe, he wanted to see how this medicinal food was made, or at least see the general steps.

Shan Haoyun stood at the door of the hotel and watched this scene. The chef in the M country hotel was always arrogant and disdained to talk to people with oriental faces like them. But now, he was talking to the Chinese respectfully with a flattering look on his face. It was really irritating.

He was certain that the death of Kino Mitsuko was definitely caused by the Chinese.

It was this poison that Mu Ye used on the Chinese yesterday. This was the Chinese's revenge, absolutely.