He Zhou: "Pfft—"
Ah Long: "..."
It's as if she risked her entire culinary career with tears in her eyes.
Okay.
He Zhou's back and legs no longer ached, and his unpredictable expression relaxed, with a slight curve to his thin, rosy lips.
He placed the heavy box in He Jing's arms, and He Jing opened the box to show them the golden object inside. The blade and its sharp edges were simply magnificent.
Du Xi, with her blond hair, blew another bubble and narrowed her eyes: "The same brand as our knife."
Purple-haired Xu Yan: "Okay, sure."
Who told them to fall for this?
Unaware that even if they won, it would be a meaningless victory, the members of Miaoshi Club all wore expressions of anticipation, as if they had already foreseen He Jing's fate of never being able to wield a kitchen knife to conquer the culinary world again.
He Jing smiled brightly: "What if you lose?"
"Here are your ingredients back." Chen Mo, the mature and steady leader of Miaoshi Club, with black hair and wearing glasses, adjusted his glasses and calmly dismissed Xu Yan and Du Xi's idea of leaving the culinary world. "And I apologize for what we just did."
The older head chef, who genuinely believed that He Jing and the others were helpers hired by the owner of Ziyang Restaurant, said indignantly, "It's not fair! Why should she have to retire from the culinary world just because she lost, while you only have to return the ingredients you won?"
Ingredients can be bought again, but a chef's career is gone forever.
He Zhou said coldly, "That's fine."
He had already guessed He Jing's true intentions, which went beyond just the ingredients.
The older head chef looked at He Jing, his face full of anxiety, and said, "There's no need to be so serious, it's not worth it..."
These brats may be arrogant, but they do have some skills.
He worked as the head chef at the Ziyang Grand Hotel for decades, encountering countless difficult customers, including some from other restaurants who came in to challenge him, but he never lost.
Xu Yan and Du Xi looked to be only 18 years old, yet they were already many times more capable than him. Everyone here who had eaten their cooking was thoroughly impressed.
He didn't want Boss Wen to lose money after finally finding a helper, but hearing He Zhou's resolute tone, clearly handing over his teammate, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. This kid didn't seem very clever...
Ah Long adjusted his glasses, placed the old hen he was holding against the corner of the wall, and said, "Then let my junior sister and I fight together. If we win one of the two rounds, we win. Is that alright?"
As soon as Ah Long spoke, Chen Mo immediately looked at him, then his expression froze: "You are..."
"Gao Long".
Ah Long answered, word by word.
He Jing exclaimed "Huh?" and asked very naturally, "Senior brother, your surname is Gao?"
Unexpectedly, Xu Yan and Du Xi changed their nonchalant attitude and became serious, staring straight at Ah Long. Chen Mo was silent for a moment, then smiled: "I didn't expect to run into you before the competition. Master said you are our strongest opponent in this competition."
As he spoke, he pulled out a stack of documents from an inconspicuous backpack behind him. Although there were only a few thin pages, they undoubtedly contained detailed information about Ah Long.
As Chen Mo flipped through the pages, he said, "I suppose the one next to you is your junior brother He Zhou. Let me see... Your junior brother is best at home-style cooking, and he makes hamburger beef the most."
He Zhou's expression changed slightly, but he didn't react much and remained unmoved.
Then, Xu Yan flicked her bangs, tilted her chin up at a 45-degree angle, struck a cool pose, and asked, "What about this young lady who's about to lose her culinary career?"
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