"Let's leave it at that."
Xia Yu put down the pen.
In the end, there were only three sparse words on the paper.
In his view, these three words were enough to encapsulate those precise food duel treaties of the past.
A grand gamble!
To stake one's entire culinary career as the bet!
...
Outside.
The Feitian Pavilion, as large as a football stadium, only had whispers like the wind.
The audience was murmuring.
In the guest seats, the higher-ups of the Liu family and invited industry figures all looked absent-minded.
Old Grand Duke Liu was on stage, directing the staff to set up the food duel area.
Originally, there were seven cooking stations; five were removed, leaving only an opposing set of open kitchens. All the equipment and utensils were replaced, and Old Grand Duke Liu even instructed a manager, "Go to the estate warehouse and bring over two sets of the mansion's prized kitchen equipment!"
