"Me? There shouldn't be anything wrong with this food!" Qin Fen was telling the truth. He had been a chef for some time, and with the Food God's experience on top of that, he had a keen eye for ingredients. From the smell earlier, he could roughly tell that everything was fresh, with nothing rotten or spoiled. There had to be more behind Farrell's accusation.
Qin Fen shot him a fierce look. He knew exactly what Farrell wanted: to bring him down. But picking a fight like this was downright disgusting. Big Chef was a real man, and he wasn't about to back down.
"You saying it's fine doesn't make it fine! I feel awful all over after eating it!" Farrell began deliberately framing him. He glanced around. Everyone had been drawn in by his words and had stopped dwelling on the previous issue.
Farrell cheered inwardly. I'm a fucking genius!
"Where do you feel unwell?" Qin Fen looked at him, his mind perfectly clear. He knew very well whether there was anything wrong with the food. It was absolutely impossible. Besides, Qian Kun had cooked it. If something really was wrong, Qian Kun would be the first to suffer.
After speaking, Qin Fen glanced at Qian Kun beside him. Now Chef Qian was in no position to say anything. Was he supposed to admit there was something wrong with his own cooking? Impossible. Argue with Farrell and thump his chest, insisting all the dishes were fine? That was even less possible, because he really had tampered with them to set Qin Fen up. He couldn't interrupt Farrell's performance.
Qian Kun shot Farrell a fierce look, disgust beginning to well up inside him. He was a master chef, after all. By using his dishes as an excuse, Farrell was questioning