"I don't believe it! That's just your side of the story, an excuse to cover up your mistake!" Hao Xue had lost his mind. Big Chef had set him up over and over, until he no longer even had the temper to fight back. As the saying went, if you didn't erupt in silence, you went mad in silence. Now he no longer cared about anything else. A man needed his pride just as a Buddha needed his incense. He had only one goal now: to save face.
Otherwise, how could he ever show his face in this profession again?
Qin Fen curled his lip and stubbed out his cigarette. "What counts as conventional? All right, let's talk about convention. What you see is limited by what you know. Mr. Grant, when you tasted it, didn't it feel familiar somehow, even if you couldn't put your finger on it?"
Exactly. Grant had felt that way all along, and he nodded emphatically.
"Then have you ever eaten fried chicken and French fries?" Qin Fen wore a peculiar smile.
"Of course!" The moment he said it, Grant started in surprise. Zhang Mingyan's eyes lit up. Yes, now he understood what Qin Fen had meant by conventional methods. He slapped his thigh, his face flushing red. "Wonderful! Truly unrivaled! This old man concedes. I really do!"
The moment his master spoke, Hao Xue wanted to die. Master, I'm your disciple! Aren't you helping an outsider kick me while I'm down?
Rogers narrowed his eyes as something occurred to him, then sighed. "Teacher, you're a genius. A true genius!"
"What do you mean?" Hao Xue still didn't understand.
Grant also looked at Zhang Mingyan curiously.
The old king of chefs shook his head and picked up a green pepper. "If I'm not mistaken, this