After much hesitation, Zhang Xiaowei still decided to ask Jin Ming for a knife.
It was his last chance, after all, and Jin Ming had brought an entire set of knives, surely he wouldn't mind lending him one.
"Excuse me, could I borrow one of your knives?"
In response to such a request, Jin Ming truly didn't disappoint Zhang Xiaowei in the slightest.
"My set of tools was custom-made abroad. Each knife costs more than your life, what makes you think you're worthy of using my knife?"
Zhang Xiaowei clenched his fists tight.
It was instant karma, if only he had held back a bit earlier.
Then he wouldn't have to borrow a knife from someone and be ridiculed in turn.
"This guy is really hilarious."
"He doesn't even have a knife, I'd like to see what kind of dish he can make."
"Better to withdraw from the competition willingly than to suffer such humiliation."
The laughter that had just ceased echoed throughout the square once again.
