Chef Wang looked at Ling Zhenfei with a smile and said, "Alright, what should we compete in?"
Zhu Guanglong said, "You see how Little Brother Ling cooks; if he stir-fries shredded potatoes, you also stir-fry shredded potatoes; if he makes sweet and sour cabbage, you also make sweet and sour cabbage. The only requirement is that it has to be delicious, at least better than what this kid makes."
Chef Wang looked at Ling Zhenfei, nodded, and said, "Don't worry, Manager Zhu. I have won awards; I've never been afraid of anyone when it comes to cooking."
Zhu Guanglong had a confident smile as if he held a winning ticket, "Chef Wang, don't take this lightly. God of Cookery Song will come later, and he will be reviewing the dishes along with customer taste tests."
"Don't worry, just waiting to start."
Ling Zhenfei had been listening to the two men talk, but his face showed no expression; he didn't mind at all.
