Ten minutes had passed.
Since the competition started, Guo ShouQue hadn't moved an inch. One couldn't even hear the sound of his breathing. It was as if what stood there wasn't an old ghost whose hair and eyebrows were nearly gone, but an ugly, unsightly piece of rotten wood. It was just placed outside his opponent's cooking station, a blatant obstruction.
He simply lowered his head, intently observing Johnny's cooking station. He scrutinized every tool, watched every movement and step, his narrowed eyes struggling to widen, filled with curiosity and anticipation.
He looked just like a child attending school for the first time.
Everything seems impressive, everything so novel.
This is excellent, and that's excellent too; everything is excellent! Is there anything else amazing? Quick, bring it out for me to see!
Despite such an open display of admiration, it was somehow... unpleasant!
The brutal aura from behind the cooking station grew even sharper.
