"What spell have you used?"
The renowned Lin Giant, a name that resonates throughout the global culinary world, was asking such a question to a young chef young enough to be his son.
Spell!
From the trembling in that word alone, one knew how badly Lei Zhe's culinary world view was crumbling; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was close to collapsing.
He didn't ask Xia Yu how he did it through culinary skills but instead referred to it as a "spell," a word that indirectly proved Lei Zhe still adamantly believed that no matter how you pile up inferior ingredients, they could never take down the "Divine Fortress" he had built with countless delicacies.
Perhaps getting taken down would have been better.
In fact, Lei Zhe knew within his own heart that his so-called "Divine Fortress" had been easily shattered by a mere mortal spear.
This was a thorough trouncing!
However, Lei Zhe couldn't accept it.
