"I can't believe that Ling Zhenfei, such a huge idol, is willing to compete in a cooking contest with Xiya Restaurant. It's really surprising."
"Yeah, isn't he a doctor? How come he's competing in cooking?"
"Both use knives, one uses a scalpel and the other uses a kitchen knife. Maybe there's something in common between the two."
"Chen Fang probably doesn't know Ling Zhenfei's identity, otherwise, this wouldn't have happened."
"Ling Zhenfei is being too particular. Even if the food at Xiya Restaurant isn't great, he could just bear with it. Did he really have to go so far as to compete in cooking?"
At this moment, Bai Ling came over with vegetables. There weren't many, as Ling Zhenfei had specifically prepared them when he came.
After taking the vegetables, Ling Zhenfei looked inside and said, "I'm really sorry, I didn't bring many vegetables. There are tomatoes, cucumbers, potatoes, lotus root, and a chicken. I think we can just make these dishes."
