Fernando's comment wasn't specifically aimed at Wang Fan; he simply looked down on all the pastry chefs from Huaxia.
They're a nation that respects strength, a trait traceable back to Ancient Rome; they show no mercy to the weak.
His words might just sound unpleasant in Huaxia, but in his hometown, that would be top-tier insult.
Even though Wang Fan couldn't quite grasp the full meaning, he could guess from that arrogant demeanor.
He's too lazy for verbal confrontation; he focuses on making desserts. Getting into a verbal spat would taint both his mouth and his heart. How could the dessert still taste good?
Huaxia is a hospitable nation. Later, we'll give him a good taste of failure's bitter fruit, and I'm sure it will satisfy him.
"Guys, quick, watch the live stream! Boss Wang is the first to take the stage!"
"Come support, come support! That pesky French chef actually said Boss Wang's clothes are disgusting! Uncle can bear it, but aunty can't! Boss Wang, teach him a lesson!"
