Lin Yuan stood tall, with her hands folded in front, a faint smile on her face, looking at him calmly, without saying a word.
Seeing Lin Yuan's silence, Bai Jing thought she was startled by him, as she was just a teenage girl after all.
A teenager, indeed. Bai Jing had been in the imperial kitchen for more than a decade. Could he really be defeated by a little girl?
Bai Jing immediately recalled his frustration after that palace banquet. He was born into an Imperial Kitchen Family, played in the kitchen following his father since he was four, was forced to recite various recipes at five, practiced knife skills at ten, and followed his father into the imperial kitchen at fifteen, becoming a small helper.
For ten years, he grew from an unknown child into a young man, his culinary skills improved, but his temper also grew more arrogant.
Of course, he only saw his merits and was blind to his flaws.
