"Yes, I do indeed have a profound connection with the Purple Lightning Sect, so, I've decided to give you a chance for a fair competition. We'll use the ingredients from the Trial Ground. You'll compete with Qin Yu to see whose creation is more to my taste.
I'm going to take a nap first, and I'll give you half a Chinese hour."
After saying that, Little Song directly collapsed onto the ground and began to snore.
A confident smile emerged at the corner of Qin Yu's mouth, although his culinary skills were not on par with Chef Feng.
But, his cooking skills were more than enough to apply for a Michelin three-star chef position. He was quite confident in beating Cheng Sheng in a heartbeat.
"Young Master Cheng, please go ahead. Don't say I'm bullying you; I'll let you pick the ingredients first."
Qin Yu had investigated Cheng Sheng. This fellow's culinary skills were quite mediocre; he was certain to win!
