Apart from Xia Yu and Amor, the crowd watched silently.
Amor spoke incessantly, "Fire control makes ingredients delicious, but how can we describe such deliciousness? Hmm, let's start with the simplest point—"
He glanced at Xia Yu.
"Texture!"
"Texture is an indispensable part of 'deliciousness.' Your texture lost."
"Yes, the texture lost."
Xia Yu admitted straightforwardly.
Upon hearing this, Amor was taken aback, not expecting the fiery young man to "submit" so easily.
However, Xia Yu's next words made his reaction subtle.
"I lost on texture, but on flavor, you lost to me."
Xia Yu saw the sage's face change like a Sichuan opera face-changing performance, feeling secretly amused, and his smile gradually appeared.
Admit defeat? What a joke, he couldn't let his undefeated reputation be tarnished so ambiguously here.
Even though it was just a private discussion and exchange, he knew he had come with the purpose of "stirring things up."
Stirring things up.
