Dashi xiujie covered his chest. Why did it hurt so much?
"Are you not treating me as an opponent? I'll show you what I've done for the past year. I'll make you regret it. " Dashi xiujie clenched his fist and swore inwardly.
"Let's go. Everyone must give it their all this afternoon and win the honor our country deserves." Dashi xiujie said to several chefs behind him in a low voice.
"Yes, I am." Several people answered him one by one and then followed dashi xiujie out of the banquet hall.
In fact, sometimes, he felt that dashi xiujie didn't use his brain to say these words. One year ago, he wasn't his opponent. Then, after one year of hard work, he felt that he could win. So, he had been eating, drinking, and having fun for the whole year and didn't work hard?
Or are you going to use one year as two years?
