Only one night remained before the wedding began.
Old Liu was busy with his wedding, while Ren Ye was anxious for news of Tang Feng, so none of them had time to pay any more attention to Mad Dog's case.
At eight that evening, Ren Ye and the others arrived at Consultation Room 2 in the Desire Restraint Center as agreed and met the familiar elite doctor.
"Hello there." The doctor greeted the four of them with a broad smile and waved. "Please, sit."
Ren Ye frowned as he surveyed his surroundings. After bending down to sit, he asked, "Is it just you?"
"Who else would there be?" The doctor looked at Ren Ye respectfully. "Do you have a new story today?"
"No. Do you?" Ren Ye immediately asked back.
"Hehe, I actually do. It's something that happened in the Desire Restraint Center over the past two days." The doctor looked eager to show off. "Want to hear it?"
"Cut the crap and tell us," Old Liu urged.
"Well, the day after you left last time, our Desire Restraint Center held its first Chef King Championship. The entry requirements were interesting: men aged thirty-six to thirty-eight, and they had to be handsome." The doctor recounted it expressively. "We ended up selecting sixty-three people, and the competition was to make West Lake Vinegar Fish. Unfortunately, the Psychologist overestimated everyone's recovery. After two days of competition, not a single one of us won. And you know what? One person actually tested the oil temperature with his tongue. His mouth caught fire! Hahaha...!"
At that, Ren Ye froze for several seconds, then suddenly asked, "Besides the age and appearance requirements, the contestants also had to make West Lake Vinegar Fish, right?"
"Yes." The doctor shrugged. "The Psychologist only told me about the hidden