At the Feast ceremony, the chef and Iron Brother were in sharp conflict.
"Chef..." Iron Brother coldly asked, "Even if I've somehow offended you, you shouldn't involve others!"
"Hmph..." the chef also snorted coldly. "Such pretty words, no wonder you have experienced the world outside, know a lot, and are good at pleasing others."
"That's not it! This is something everyone understands!" Iron Brother couldn't help but roar lowly.
"Is that so?" the chef continued with a disdainful expression. "But I don't understand, after all, I'm just a country bumpkin who has never left the village. Looking at me like this, it's no wonder you think you're so great."
"That's not true! I've never thought that way!"
"I'm telling you..." Dick couldn't help but interject, "This is during the Feast ceremony, now is not the time to discuss these private matters."
"Shut up." The chef glanced at Dick and said, "This is our own problem; it has nothing to do with you, a foreigner."
