"Dad, Jihe actually brought out the Clear River Pufferfish Noodles."
Sitting on the side of the competition venue, Zhao Wenchang's face quickly tensed up.
He looked at Liu Neng on the other side, who crossed his arms and looked at him with a smirk. Gritting his teeth, he asked, "Can we win?"
"At this point, you need to have confidence in Qin Lang." Zhao Junzhang patted Zhao Wenchang's shoulder without revealing any emotions. "Qin Lang's crab roe soup dumplings won't be inferior to Clear River Pufferfish Noodles. This is a competition where the strength is evenly matched."
"As long as we've chosen to trust Qin Lang, we should trust him all the way."
Zhao Wenchang drew a deep breath, a hint of shame appearing on his face.
It was him who'd invited Qin Lang to help, but now he was doubting his companion's abilities because of the strength of their opponent.
This couldn't go on.
