If She Couldn't Make It as a Chef, She'd Go Home and Inherit a Fortune
Jun Changxiao had never imagined that the young man he had saved was actually Song Bao, the God of Cookery's disciple!
Then...
What was going on with Qian Buduo?
After thinking it over briefly, Jun Changxiao knew that guy had to be impersonating someone. As for why, only he himself knew.
A successor of the God of Cooking being starved unconscious on the road was definitely an incomparably bizarre oddity!
Or could it be...
That fellow had done it deliberately, deliberately approaching Liu Wanshi?
"No, no."
Jun Changxiao rubbed his temples and said, "My head's a little muddled. I need to sort this out carefully."
If that fellow had approached her on purpose, why had he so generously given her money and Spirit Stones?
And...
Why impersonate Qian Buduo?
Jun Changxiao, whose imagination was enormous, suddenly realized that the more he thought about it, the more unreasonable details he found. He simply could not guess what that fellow was plotting!
The system gloated, "It's rare to see the host get stumped. Why does that make me so happy?"
"Get lost!"
Back on the arena.
When the contestants heard Song Bao's words, every one of them widened their eyes.
The universally acknowledged favorite to win this God of Cookery Competition actually believed he would find it difficult to defeat this girl in culinary skill!
Empty politeness?
False modesty?
But judging from his eyes, he was clearly serious.
Liu Wanshi looked utterly puzzled. "You... aren't you Qian Buduo? How did you become Song Bao again?"
"To be honest, Miss Liu."
Song Bao scratched his head and said, "My surname is Qian, and my name is Song Bao. Qian Buduo is my father."
"He made me become