"Go to hell!" Chef Wu rarely cursed, but now, driven to frustration by Su Xuan, he swore and, grabbing a metal spoon from the table, hurled it at Su Xuan's head.
Su Xuan sneered inwardly, "Idiots are always so numerous. A mere cook dares to lay a hand on me?"
The bustling atmosphere of the kitchen suddenly turned awkward. Many cooks and helpers paused their work, and countless curious and astonished eyes fell on Su Xuan and Chef Wu.
A few drops of oil splattered from the flying spoon onto Su Xuan's clothes. With a dark and angry look in his eye, Su Xuan's left hand found a cucumber. Perfect.
A true master can make a weapon out of anything. Channeling the power of his wrist, Su Xuan tossed the cucumber, which rapidly spun and knocked the metal spoon away.
