"Did I lose?"
Liu Ying was stunned.
On the other side, upon hearing Xia Yu speak, Liu Lan couldn't help but tremble all over. He lowered his head slightly, adopting a respectful posture instinctively.
A middle-aged man, showing such respect to a teenager who's about the age of his son, clearly recognized the figure of Demon King Xia Yu and had a clear understanding of his culinary skills.
Liu Ying didn't notice that when Xia Yu stepped forward, her brother Liu Feng, as well as Liu Jing, all looked at him with the kind of reverence one shows to Mount Tai.
Xia Yu was about six to seven meters away from the dining table and hadn't tasted the ramen or Mapo tofu on it yet. Why was he so sure about judging the outcome? The reason was simple. Firstly, he had super vision. Every tiny detail during the cooking by the two was within his grasp.
Secondly, the difference in culinary skill levels put him in a high position, giving him a bird's eye view, with a very clear perspective.
