“Showdown?” questioned Sharon with an arched brow. “What kind of showdown?”

“A cooking showdown, of course. Aren’t you a chef? I can have a face-off with you when it comes to food,” declared Casper before pointing at the red wine on the table. “I think I will win, though, because a true chef will never waste food, and judging by what you did earlier, you must be a terrible chef.”

Sharon was rendered speechless by his sarcastic remarks. However, she could not even refute with the comebacks she had prepared in her mind, for the man’s words had hit her right at the core.

The number one rule for chefs, for both apprentices and professionals, was to never waste food.

During their apprenticeship, they would always accidentally burn the dishes. Instead of throwing them away, they would eat the burnt food as punishment.

Even when the food was rotten, they would make it into slops to feed animals.

Her sister, Sheryl, always reminded her that the ingredients could always be turned into mouth-watering dishes as long as they were still in good condition.

For chefs, wasting food was an absolute taboo.

Since Sharon had indeed poured red wine on Casper earlier, she had no reason to defend herself. Any other disciplined chefs would also disapprove of this behavior.

“I…” Her voice trailed off, losing confidence.

“Well, forget it. It would be a shame to compete with someone like you, anyway.” Casper pretended to be disappointed as he shook his head with a sigh to trigger the woman.

As expected, it worked. “I’m all up for it. I want to see what talent a poor person like you has!” she said firmly. “What’s in it for me if I win?”

I merely a poor person to you? If I lose, I’ll squat down

all. I want

knowing how to clear the misunderstanding, Casper went along with it. “Fine.

hinting her not to expose him. Blushing,

agreed, Sharon asked, “So which cuisine are we

haven’t told me what will happen if

I do, then I’ll resign as the hotel’s head

here. Will they

All you have to know is that I’m a woman of my word,” uttered Sharon strictly, refusing to disclose

then. We’ll do three rounds of this showdown. You’ll decide the challenge for the

I’ll cower in fear? Do you prefer Chanaean

cuisine is still better than Ustranasion

of Chanaean cuisines.

doesn’t matter. I’m fine with

forward to competing with you. Let’s see

of me, you can bring your own

said, Sharon exited the room and shooed the people outside watching

sight, Casper footed the bill, packed his stuff, and left the room. He had lost his

if you lose?” questioned Elena

in the business

smile tugged on Casper’s lips. “Since I’m the one who proposed the showdown, of course, I have my preparations. We can take advantage of

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