"What kind of nonsense are you spouting?! How could my soup possibly be worse than this stupid cat's?!!!"
Sanji Meow's words finally ignited Sanji's anger, which he had been suppressing all this time. Just moments ago, he had been planning to overwhelm Xie Wen and the others with his cooking and make them bow down in admiration, especially that cat who shared his name.
Yet the result was the complete opposite of what Sanji had imagined. These people actually all thought his soup was inferior to that annoying cat's...
Had they secretly visited the kitchen earlier?
In any case, Sanji would never believe that his proud creation could lose to a cat. Not even if that damned old man Zeff said these cats were actually an intelligent race called the Mink Tribe!
"First, the cooking time. Another fifteen seconds would have brought out more flavor, meow. Then there's the order of the ingredients. The celery should have gone in last, and you added the salt too early, meow..."
Assuming a condescending air, Sanji Meow picked apart the soup, then added with a show of magnanimity, "Still, for an ordinary chef with average talent, making soup this good is already quite an achievement, meow."
"Aaaaaaah! You stupid cat! What the hell are you acting so smug about?!!!"
Provoked beyond all reason, Sanji flailed his arms and tried to teach Sanji Meow a lesson, only for Patty to hold him firmly back.
This was where the tip Xie Wen had given earlier proved its worth.
"Don't you dare lay a hand on our honored guests, you bastard!" Patty dragged Sanji toward the kitchen while smiling apologetically at Xie Wen and the others. "Please pay no attention to him. Keep enjoying our food."
"What a shame. I was hoping to get in a