Shen Qiang frowned deeply as he glanced at the greasy-faced middle-aged man. If it weren't for the fact that he was here on Lv Shuyao's request, Shen Qiang really would have wanted to slap him right across the face.
"He is very impressive, my daughter's favorite medicinal food chef, and someone I highly regard, so you better speak politely," said Lv Shuyao's father earnestly.
The greasy-faced middle-aged man chuckled, then with a proud look, pulled a foreigner with traces of a goatee over from behind him and proudly said, "Old Lv, you wouldn't see the coffin until you cry tears of regret. See? This is our trump card, our ace, the top chef from France, Adrian!"
Looking at Shen Qiang with disdain, the greasy man sneered, "As for you and the young man beside you, you can't compare to Adrian. He is an international chef. You better just stay squatting in your little shop, why even compete? Isn't it just to embarrass yourselves?"
On hearing this, Shen Qiang's brows shot up.
