I laughed when I heard this. After being here for so long, do you think I don't know how good their cooking is?

Originally, I just wanted to make a low-key contribution to everyone, but unfortunately, my abilities don't allow me to do so.

Sigh! It's so sad to be a multi-talented man. You'll be the center of attention wherever you go. Even if you just want some peace and quiet, people will come knocking on your door with a bang.

How dare you challenge my expertise! But who gave you the courage, Fish Leong?

At that moment, this voluptuous woman appeared in front of me, waving two stone slabs around and showing them off.

There are obvious signs of polishing on these two stone slabs. It seems that she or someone else processed the stone slabs to this shape herself, and they look relatively flat.

It seems this must be the tribal "culinary god" Dante spoke of, who could use two stone slabs to create a dish that made even the wild beasts in the neighboring mountains drool, and who then had dozens of people take turns licking those two stone slabs.

When Dante and the men of the tribe saw the two stone slabs appear together, their expressions changed drastically. They were astonished, as if they had witnessed the birth of some unparalleled demon.

"Sir...she has actually found the other stone slab. Why don't you just not agree and let XX make us a midnight snack instead?"

As Dante spoke, it was unclear whether he was afraid of Sou's culinary skills or whether her cooking would make everyone's mouths water.

Because I saw that everyone, including the high priest, swallowed hard, and there was shock in their eyes, and even a hint of pre-existing euphoria.

This is ridiculous! We haven't even eaten it yet.

I was speechless. These guys really haven't seen the world. It's just a teppanyaki grill, and they're all so confused.

At this moment, Top saw that most people, including Dante, were speaking in favor of the tribal woman, and Top glared at them, indicating that he was the first to disagree.

Top doesn't understand anything else, but after being with me for so long, it's very sensitive to food and related vocabulary.

Now it can vaguely understand that the natives are saying that the woman's food tastes better than mine.

Top squeaked at the tribal woman, its defiant expression written all over its face.

At this moment, it was only because Top couldn't speak that he would have first spat a mouthful of soda at that woman, then pointed at her and yelled.

"Who gave you the courage? If my cooking skills are second to none, then no one dares to claim to be number one!"

Top looked at the stone slab in the woman's hand and seemed to think that I was at a disadvantage, that I was missing something.

So Top quickly pushed aside the natives blocking its way and came to the place where I kept my personal belongings.

Since I've been living here for a long time, there are some things that I can't easily carry in my basket every day, so I put some unused items in a corner of the cave where I sleep.

A moment later, Top came running through the crowd, dragging a golden pot with a clatter, and handed the pot handle to me.

It couldn't let its culinary god lose in terms of momentum to that native woman.

At that moment, Top rolled his eyes at the native woman, looking at her as if she were a fool.

What's so great about your two broken stones? Are they as impressive as the golden pot in my boss's hand? A bunch of clueless idiots.

At that moment, the eyes of the tribe members also fell on the strangely shaped container in my hand.

They had seen my golden pot before, but I had never used it, so they naturally didn't know what it was for.

Seeing that I'm taking it out at this moment, everyone has already guessed what's going on.

Since their female chefs all have their own "magical artifact" stone slabs, the locals thought that this thing with an even stranger shape than the female chefs' stone slabs must be their "magical artifact."

However, at this time, quite a few people pointed and whispered at me, most of whom were the indigenous women who supported the female chef.

They wouldn't believe that a grown man like me could compare to their tribe's culinary master. I doubt I even know how to properly grill meat.

They even dared to make wild claims and question the food made by their culinary goddess; they're just greenhorns who've never made it in the first place.

At this point, Dante seemed to be the only one in the crowd who still believed in me, but he was more impressed by the perfectly curved pot in my hand than by my cooking skills.

He felt that if it came down to comparing the manufacturing skills of the two, he had already won.

After all, he knew my amazing hands-on skills. With a little modification, their glow sticks turned into flashlights that could shoot 20 meters away. Who else could do that?

But I could see Dante frowning; he was clearly worried about me. A cooking contest isn't about using fancy utensils; if you can't make something good, it's all for nothing.

I let out a long sigh and said calmly to Dante,

Tell her that I accept her challenge!

"Ah! Sir, would you like to reconsider? XX is really amazing."

"No need, I just like to act..."

"No... I just enjoy challenging my weaknesses." I nodded firmly again.

Dante sighed helplessly, but still respected my choice and conveyed my meaning to the other party.

The women laughed when they saw that I had agreed. They hadn't encountered anything so interesting in a long time, and they were naturally enjoying themselves.

Immediately, the women got to work on their own. Some started piling up stones, while others carried out firewood from the cave.

They prepared two sets of firewood and two bonfires, and the smell of gunpowder was already strong even before the fire was lit.

The indigenous woman with the stone slab came to my side, looked at the pot in my hand and seemed to purse her lips in disdain. Then, she actually gave me the middle finger, a gesture that every Chinese person understands.

Holy crap! What does this mean? Is the middle finger a universal cultural symbol? Even natives know it?

Later, Dante explained that this was a gesture they used to acknowledge someone else's courage. That's what he said, but I didn't really believe him; I always felt like he was trying to fool me.

Although Top didn't understand what it meant, it still turned its monkey rear end towards the native woman to express its mockery.

I've now divided into two groups, with Top and Dante as my subordinates. On the indigenous women's side, two women are each assigned as their subordinates.

Suddenly, a gust of wind seemed to blow through the empty space. Both sides were like armies ready for battle, their fierce and murderous auras meeting between their gazes.

"Tell me, how do you want to compete? Anything is fine with me, I'll accompany you to the end."

I spoke first, asking casually.

Dante, who was standing nearby, translated what I said to the woman named Sou, just like a real-time translator.

The woman pointed to the twenty-three bamboo partridges on the ground, as translated in real time by Dante.

"We'll use these birds to cook, and whoever has the least left wins."