"Do you know, if this was a scoring system, in my book, your score would be—failing!"
Lei Ze said coldly.
Whoosh.
The onlookers were in an uproar, and Koga Shoji slammed his hands on the table even more furiously, glaring at Lei Ze, "Failing? What a joke! Even if you are Lin Chef, the ultimate spiciness that I've finally captured should earn your respect!"
"The ultimate spiciness?"
"Naive! Stupid!"
Lei Ze stood up, dropping a sentence, "Your creativity, your pairing, and the recipe framework are quite good, but they are far from the true ultimate!"
"How can you create the taste of the ultimate with such rubbish, inferior ingredients?"
He turned and walked away.
Thump.
Koga Shoji collapsed, his face deathly pale, "You mean to say that the ultimate flavor can't be created with ordinary ingredients? So the ultimate key that I've captured is fake, a fraud?!"
No one answered him.
Kobayakawa Ryodan and Tiqie Helinai both had anger in their eyes.
