Chen Yu immediately felt admiration; he had not expected to encounter a senior figure from the culinary world here.
He had once participated in the chef competition in Frankfurt, which was a hellish selection process, and it was riddled with all kinds of forces that led to a final result diluted with a lot of water.
How strong must Li Dongzheng's culinary skills be to stand out in such an environment and become the champion?
Without hesitating, Chen Yu grabbed Li Zhengdong's arm.
"Senior, may I have the honor of competing with you?"
Li Dongzheng laughed heartily.
"Look at me now, even making fried rice cakes requires adding all kinds of precious medicinal herbs to enhance the flavor and taste! What could I possibly use to compete with you?"
Chen Yu, however, appeared unfazed as he grabbed Li Dongzheng by the waist and gently kneaded it.
A series of bone-crunching noises rang out, and Li Dongzheng's paralyzed half sprang back into place.
