Casper instructed those from the relevant departments to have the kitchen set up for his upcoming showdown with Sharon.

“What’s going on?” The chefs gathered around and wondered if their boss would be joining them in the kitchen.

Casper announced the great news with a bright grin, “Go ahead and call it a day as soon as you finish the last order from the customers. Your pay won’t be deducted.”

Wait! What?

The chefs cheered the moment they heard his sudden announcement. One of the fearless chefs asked, “Mr. Simpson, are you going to cook?”

Casper nodded in response. He retrieved a knife that was nearby and started messing around with it to figure out if he still remembered how to cook.

Immediately after he got his hands on a fish that was nearby, he skinned it off and chopped it into equivalent parts. When everyone returned to their senses, he had long sorted out everything.

“Was the fish still struggling when Mr. Simpson has killed it?”

They were confused because the fish, even after being skinned alive, wouldn’t stop wriggling.

Seconds after the chefs wrapped up their conversation, the fish stopped moving and fell apart.

“Oh, God! It’s a technique that enables fish to move around for a short while after being skinned alive! My mentor once brought it up in front of me, but no one had ever mastered it!”

One of the experienced chefs broke the silence and gaped at Casper’s seemingly unbelievable skills.

The man continued cleaning up the mess he had made and asserted, “Actually, it’s not a big deal. If I were faster, the fish might get to move around for at least a quarter of a minute. I can have it served before it’s even dead.”

a hard time fathoming the fact someone had mastered a technique that had been discussed over

different specialties. Nonetheless, Casper

in a despairing tone, “Mr. Simpson, you’re

think Mr. Simpson is going to

but that would be impossible due to the things he had on his plate. Should he spend his day in the kitchen, things would spiral

he had to acquire Sharon and her sister’s aid at

his brows in confusion, Casper asked the chefs who had surrounded him, “Are you guys

you’re preparing! Are you going to make something that’s off the face of

thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have the bunch of

about the

clear, he started gathering the ingredients he needed. The chefs exchanged glances and decided to stay for the event in the

lunch hours working. They would only get to take a break once they finished serving the

of the chefs muttered to the staff, “What’s going to

out the technique Casper employed voiced out his speculation, “Ms. Schneider has instructed us to get two sets of identical cooking utensils ready. Are they having

showdown? Mr. Simpson is such an exceptional cook! Is anyone even

garner Casper’s attention, the

ones we have imagined. Although Mr. Simpson is fairly skilled in several aspects, he’s not a full-fledged cook. You guys don’t think a chef who knows how to prepare the ingredients

rest of the party went dead silent when

right! Care to introduce yourself? How

little more than two years since

hearing that, Caspar suggested, “Well, I think

the rest of the party figured out Casper would soon have a showdown with someone else, they got pumped up and asked, “Is it really a

into the kitchen—Elena marched in

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