“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?”

to you? If I lose, I’ll squat down by your hotel’s

that’s not all. I want

with it. “Fine. If I lose, I’ll break up

the mentioned woman and winked at her, hinting her not to expose him. Blushing, the woman looked

Sharon asked, “So which cuisine are we going to

what will happen if you lose.” Casper

way I’ll lose. If I do, then

ace here. Will

none of your business. All you have to know is that I’m a woman of my word,” uttered Sharon strictly, refusing to disclose anything regarding

out more information, he challenged, “Okay, then. We’ll do three rounds of this showdown. You’ll decide the challenge for the

cower in fear? Do you prefer Chanaean cuisine or Ustranasion

a three Michelin Star chef, your Chanaean cuisine is still better than Ustranasion

more specific, please. There are many types of Chanaean

matter. I’m fine with

flashed across Sharon’s eyes. “Okay, then. I’m looking forward to competing with you. Let’s see how well you

noon at Tycoon’s kitchen. If you’re suspicious of me, you can bring your own

back down at the last minute!” With that said, Sharon exited the room and shooed the people

footed the bill, packed his stuff, and left the room. He

if you lose?” questioned Elena as soon as the two of them stepped out

didn’t have the heart to say that he was more inclined to do well in the business field. She knew competing with a professional chef would

a confident 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 the time, place, and even the surrounding

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