Although using his Talent Ability to correct destiny had been extremely perilous, the result was excellent.
Chen Lin produced the new Soul Steamed Buns without a hitch.
Before he even opened the steamer, their fragrance filled the air.
The fragrance was unique. As it entered his nostrils, a wondrous artistic conception arose of its own accord, leaving him wonderfully at ease.
The fragrance alone was so miraculous that Chen Lin's confidence soared.
On the other side, Zhang Dayou had also finished cooking.
After bustling about for nearly an hour, he had actually made only a single dish.
But the dish was beautiful, resembling a flower in full bloom. Each petal gave off a different fragrance, making mouths water and whetting appetites.
At this sight, Chen Lin grew uncertain again.
He recognized none of the ingredients used in the dish, but its preparation had been exceedingly complicated, and the finished product was simply too dazzling.
In terms of presentation, his Soul Steamed Buns were hardly fit to be shown beside it.
The commotion the two of them had caused had already drawn over the surrounding puppets.
Several tourists and nearby Fairytale Town Residents had come as well.
As word spread, more and more people arrived, nearly surrounding the two of them completely.
"Heh, you intend to compete against me with a basket of steamed buns? You might as well admit defeat now. Once you become my servant, I might even treat you a little more leniently."
Seeing so many spectators, Zhang Dayou grew even more arrogant. With a wave of his hand, he put away the pots, bowls, and utensils he no longer needed and addressed Chen Lin.
At this point, it was too late to back down.
Naturally, Chen Lin refused to lose the battle of presence.
He said coldly,