"Good, Very Good!"

Upon hearing that Boris was willing to take on Luo Chao in a culinary showdown, Sun Bowen was the happiest.

He couldn't wait to see the French chef Boris utterly vanquish this self-important army cook Luo Chao!

Moreover, if Boris won, he could leverage this culinary competition to make big news and promote Tianhe Hotel. By then, its fame would rise, and reaching seven-star status would be a sure thing!

At this moment, Boris took the initiative to come over. He was very tall, so when he looked at Luo Chao and the others, it was with a condescending gaze.

"Mr. Zhou Delong, do you remember me?" Perhaps afraid Zhou Delong wouldn't understand, Boris didn't use French this time, but instead spoke in very standard English.

"Humph! I come into contact with over a dozen top chefs every year, why would I remember you?!" Due to Boris's earlier degrading comments about Chinese cuisine, Zhou Delong naturally wouldn't show him a kind face.

"I knew you would say that. It's okay if you forget me, but I have always remembered you!"

"The World Culinary Competition five years ago; it was your word that cost me the championship!" Boris squinted, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

Upon hearing the conversation between the two, Luo Chao couldn't help but marvel inwardly. Well, it seems today is quite the coincidence, as Boris has indeed run into an old foe!

Zhou Delong, hearing this, furrowed his eyebrows, his already unpleasant expression becoming even more so.

"Are you questioning my judgment?! The World Culinary Competition, held once every five years, is the highest-level culinary contest in the world!"

"Participants are top chefs from all over the world. If you didn't win the championship, it only proves that your skill wasn't enough!"

Zhou Delong spoke mercilessly. At the same time, his aura as a superior exuded a momentary intimidation that stunned Boris.

Boris took a small step back, barely steadying himself, then seriously said, "You say my skill isn't enough? Fine! After five years of hard practice, my cooking is no longer what it used to be!"

"Tonight, I will prove to you that I possess world-class skills and that your judgment five years ago was wrong!"

Zhou Delong, after hearing this, slammed the table and shouted sternly, "Very well, since you want to prove yourself, you will have a culinary showdown with young friend Luo Chao!"

"If you win, I will immediately write a promise to withdraw from the culinary world and will never judge at the World Culinary Competition again!"

"And if you lose, you must publicly apologize for your inappropriate comments! Do you dare to gamble?!"

"I dare!" Boris was unfazed, clearly willing to risk everything to prove himself before Zhou Delong!

"Very well, then you both will compete according to the World Culinary Competition rules: within six hours, prepare at least two dishes in a best-of-three culinary showdown!"

"I, along with Mr. Sun and my granddaughter Miao Shiyun and Miss Lin, will act as judges to vote on your dishes. Do you agree?"

Zhou Delong glanced at Boris again after speaking. Seeing Boris's hesitation, he added, "I swear on my honor that we will vote in the fairest and most impartial manner, without bias towards national contestants!"

"Alright, I agree!"

Boris did have this concern earlier, as all four judges being from Huaxia seemed somewhat unfair to a Frenchman like him.

But upon hearing Zhou Delong willing to swear on his honor, he felt reassured.

People at their level treasured their reputation immensely and would generally never swear lightly on it.

Additionally, after decades in the culinary world, Boris had never heard of "Luo Chao," nor had he ever seen him. Considering Luo Chao was only in his early twenties, he guessed he was just an ordinary Huaxia chef.

With this thought, Boris felt even more confident in his ability to win.

"Alright, I'll give you each 30 minutes to prepare. The competition will officially start in 30 minutes!" Zhou Delong checked his expensive Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, pinching the little mustache on his chin as he spoke.

As soon as Zhou Delong finished speaking, Boris hurried towards the kitchen. French cuisine demands high-quality ingredients, so he went to pick what he thought were the best ingredients.

Meanwhile, Luo Chao remained standing as if he hadn't understood what Zhou Delong had just said.

"Young friend Luo Chao? Why aren't you getting started? You're representing the entire Huaxia culinary world now! It's because I believe in you that I'm betting everything on you!"

Zhou Delong's face showed noticeable anxiety, revealing how much he cared about the outcome of this competition.

After all, this culinary showdown would not only determine his future standing in the culinary world but also concern the dignity of Huaxia cuisine!

However, Luo Chao suddenly asked Sun Bowen, "Mr. Sun, may I ask if your hotel still has any leftover rice from yesterday?"

"Leftover rice? What do you need that for?!" Sun Bowen looked disdainful.

"Damn it, I'm starving! I want to eat!" Luo Chao said, nearly on the verge of tears.

One can't work on an empty stomach.

So under Sun Bowen's instructions, dozens of hotel staff brought out two cooking stations and various essential cooking tools from the kitchen.

Incidentally, they also brought out a rice cooker, with half a pot of overnight, leftover rice from the chefs.

The socialites in the banquet hall, upon seeing the staff bringing many cooking utensils and combining this with the conversation they had just overheard, knew that Boris and Luo Chao were about to have a culinary showdown, and started discussing among themselves.

"Haha, this is going to be something, a showdown between the two great world cuisines: Chinese cuisine versus French cuisine!"

"It'll certainly be exciting, but chef Boris is a world-renowned chef, and this Luo Chao doesn't seem to be known at all. Isn't there no suspense in this?"

"What do you know! That's what makes it exciting. This underdog Luo Chao might just win, you want to bet with me?"

"Bet it is! There's no such thing as 'might' in this world!"

"Count me in on the bet!"

"And me too... "

The wealthy heirs in the banquet hall, all with substantial fortunes, had already set up a private gambling table to place bets while watching the culinary showdown!

However, Zhou Delong, Lin Yun, and the others were at a loss for what to do.

They had placed enormous expectations on Luo Chao.

But instead of preparing like Boris, Luo Chao had pulled out a bottle of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce and was hungrily devouring a large bowl of overnight rice.

His expression of blissful satisfaction seemed to indicate he had entirely forgotten about the culinary showdown!

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