Principal He Hongbo looked at the two chefs who went up on stage to receive the award with a smile and continued speaking.

"This year, our cafeteria team received a total of 5,980 orange votes, of which Awang's stall, which came in first place, received 1,990 votes."

A round of applause erupted on the playground as He Hongbo handed Awang a banner that read "The Most Popular Cafeteria Stall at Shida University".

Awang took the flag with a beaming smile; his votes alone accounted for a third of the total votes in the cafeteria.

Although he came to Shida University right after graduating from culinary school, he has already become the backbone of the cafeteria team.

The cooks here are all just there to coast along.

There are simply no people like him who are skilled and have received formal training; some of his colleagues have never even heard of him.

When I was in school, I was at best a below-average student in class assessments.

I never expected that I could get into the university cafeteria through connections and even become the best chef. I'm so happy just thinking about it.

At this moment, Principal He Hongbo picked up another banner and then said to Qin Yi with a smile.

"This year, our snack group received a total of purple votes, with the first place winner, the healthy instant noodles stall, receiving 6,588 votes!"

Thunderous applause erupted on the playground! The students, in particular, seemed to be taking photos with great enthusiasm, and some excited students even shouted from below when they saw Qin Yi receiving the award.

"Boss Qin is the best! He single-handedly wiped out the entire cafeteria team!"

With an elegant smile, Qin Yi accepted the banner that read "The Most Popular Snack Vendor at Shijiazhuang University" from Principal He.

She suddenly understood the significance of awarding this prize.

Not only can they select the most popular food among students, but they can also take the opportunity to embarrass the university's cafeteria staff.

Otherwise, why bother reporting the vote count? Isn't that just inviting hatred...?

As expected.

Chef Awang's initial excitement at winning the award vanished when he heard the vote count for the snack category.

They were especially angry when they heard that the third-rate cook had received more votes than all the other cooks in the cafeteria combined.

Why is it that these opportunistic foods made with Hextech technology can surpass his by so much?

He studied diligently at a culinary school for a year, learning almost all the major cuisines.

Should a proper chef like him be trampled underfoot by these second-rate cooks?

He glanced at his colleagues, who seemed used to the vote count; they were a bunch of guys he couldn't control.

But he couldn't stand it. If he could "take down" this girl, wouldn't that prove that he was much better than her?

Not only will the cafeteria's reputation be restored, but I will also become the most famous chef in the school, and the stall's business will become even more prosperous!

Awang observed Qin Yi carefully once more.

The girl looked to be in her early twenties, with fair skin and a pure face; she looked like a novice chef.

He might have just graduated from university and started setting up a stall, learning some amazing stir-fry techniques online.

It's probably because they added all sorts of random seasonings that the students liked it.

Haha, isn't this the kind of trick that all snack vendors use? He was a student once too.

After this careful consideration, Awang became even more confident.

After presenting the awards, He Hongbo invited the two winners to speak.

Qin Yi, standing next to the principal, was the first to speak.

"I don't have much to say, except to thank the students for their love. We will put more effort into making every dish better."

It was Awang's turn.

Holding the microphone, Awang said somewhat excitedly, "I don't think the food festival should be divided into two groups. Our canteen group works diligently every day, so why do we get so many fewer votes than the snack group? I think it's very unfair."

He Hongbo, who was on stage, did not expect this young man to speak so bluntly, so he had no choice but to follow up and ask, "Then what do you think is fair?"

Awang raised his chin and said, "Unless her cooking skills can surpass mine, it's very unfair and an insult to the chef to think that she can surpass the national banquet dishes left by our ancestors with just a bowl of instant noodles and a meatball."

Qin Yi couldn't hold back any longer when she heard this: "The essence of food is objective, not subjective. It's not that if you make a state banquet dish and I make instant noodles, my instant noodles will taste worse than your state banquet dish. On the contrary, your state banquet dish may not be as good as my little meatball in the eyes of the diners. This is a problem of people, not a problem of food."

When faced with such an inexplicably unreasonable person, Qin Yi didn't want to save face for him.

The atmosphere on stage became tense, while the students watching the spectacle below, never wanting to miss out, kept cheering and jeering: "Hooray! Let's have a contest! Hooray! Let's have a contest!"

Seeing that his provocation had worked, Awang was secretly pleased, knowing he was about to show off his skills in front of the entire school.

Seeing the heated debate on stage and the chefs on both sides looking rather unapproachable, Principal He Hongbo had no choice but to feign helplessness and ask, "Why don't you two just show off your skills to the entire school and broaden our horizons?"

Ah Wang smiled and said, "I have no problem with it, it just depends on what the boss thinks."

Qin Yi didn't even glance at him, and said to the audience below the stage, "If you want to see, I'll compete with him."

"I want to see it!"

"Compared to!"

"Go boss! I believe in you!" Wu Miaoyu shouted from the front row.

Seeing that Qin Yi didn't even look at him, Awang held back his anger and said in a low voice, "Roast, stew, stir-fry, pan-fry, deep-fry; boil, steam, boil, bake, grill, I wonder which cooking technique the boss is good at? Don't say I'm bullying people later."

Qin Yi said calmly, "I'm easy, just pick whatever you like."

"The boss is awesome!" the students continued to cheer from below.

Awang's iron fist felt like it was hitting cotton, unable to exert any force. But he couldn't let this little girl steal all the limelight, so he said, "Since you sell fried noodles, you must be very familiar with frying, right? Let's fry them, use your best technique, so that people won't say I'm bullying a little girl who runs a stall."

Qin Yi smiled slightly: "Then I must thank this young man for being so understanding. Since you chose stir-frying as your cooking technique for the competition, I will also choose one that you are good at. Let's use the Kung Pao Chicken that you used to sell at your stall for the competition."

Ah Wang couldn't believe his eyes when he heard the name of the dish the little girl named. Was this person incredibly stupid? Or was she just ridiculously overconfident? Did she think Kung Pao Chicken was so easy to make?

This dish is the one that made him famous at Shida University.

The previous chef's cooking was soggy and mushy, the chicken was dry, and the side dishes were wrong; it was absolutely awful.

It wasn't until he re-cooked it using the methods he learned at school that the dish officially became a bestseller in the cafeteria.

He successfully fooled the contractor with these few state banquet dishes, and despite his young age, he has become the top dog in the canteen.

Since this little girl actually chose his sharpest sword, he shouldn't blame him for showing no mercy.