Zhang Guanghang had been quiet all along, standing at a distance with Jiang Feng, watching Sun Maochai make the snake soup. Jiang Feng thought Zhang might have changed his mind and decided not to make his own creation that day. However, it turned out that Zhang Guanghang simply didn't want to disturb Sun Maochai's cooking process, lest he steal the spotlight.
"Qiqi, what do you think Zhang's original dish is about?" Jiang Feng whispered to Wu Minqi.
His cooking skills were now very advanced, but his progress had been so rapid that it was somewhat like a cultivation novel where the protagonist acquires a divine treasure and advances several levels in a breath—an unstable stroke of fortune. An original dish, which requires a combination of talent, strength, creativity, and luck, was completely outside his dictionary of challenges.
