Three days had passed in a flash, and a business van with high-grade plates, albeit of average appearance, drove into the Taste Battle Arena. Chen Shancang stepped out of the vehicle carrying a small package, with Sun Xingzhe guarding his back, while Shun Lie… he went to park the car.
"This Taste Battle Arena isn't quite what I imagined it to be!" As he stepped into the arena, the usually stern-faced Chen Shancang was taken aback. Contrary to Shun Lie's warnings, the place wasn't filled with an aura of strong competitors or a heavy oppressive atmosphere. The spectators sitting in the stands only numbered a few, and to him, it even felt less intimidating than being surrounded by the Eighteen Bronze Men in the kitchen of the Shaolin Temple.
"After all, it's just a small county town," Sun Xingzhe said casually, "You're not some world-renowned chef, and your opponent is just a local gang. Did you really expect some earth-shattering 'Food Pressure' or something?"
