"Good, Very Good!"
Upon hearing that Boris was willing to take on Luo Chao in a culinary showdown, Sun Bowen was the happiest.
He couldn't wait to see the French chef Boris utterly vanquish this self-important army cook Luo Chao!
Moreover, if Boris won, he could leverage this culinary competition to make big news and promote Tianhe Hotel. By then, its fame would rise, and reaching seven-star status would be a sure thing!
At this moment, Boris took the initiative to come over. He was very tall, so when he looked at Luo Chao and the others, it was with a condescending gaze.
"Mr. Zhou Delong, do you remember me?" Perhaps afraid Zhou Delong wouldn't understand, Boris didn't use French this time, but instead spoke in very standard English.
"Humph! I come into contact with over a dozen top chefs every year, why would I remember you?!" Due to Boris's earlier degrading comments about Chinese cuisine, Zhou Delong naturally wouldn't show him a kind face.
