During dinner time, some people once again did not believe in Yuan Zhou's culinary skills.
Just as usual, Chu Xiao, that appeared and disappeared mysteriously, encountered them again. With bitter sarcasm, he started a debate against them and then, Yuan Zhou no longer needed to get involved.
Therefore, the three chefs that had come from afar to taste Yuan Zhou's craftsmanship and then pick his faults suddenly found that they hated Chu Xiao more rather than Yuan Zhou himself.
"You are no different from the two idiots who were here last time at all. Go back and train your tongue before coming out again." After Chu Xiao said that, he turned around and left arrogantly.
"Damn it. I'm pissed. Even if he's Chu Xiao, he can't say that to us." The tallest one among the three pointed at Chu Xiao's back and became exasperated.
"Stop it. Don't play the fool. Let's leave." After saying that, one left first.
"Bad luck. What bad luck!" Another one also left while muttering bad luck.
