Jiang Dasheng is a very ordinary person, plain-looking, with no background, a half-hobody, little experience, over twenty and has yet to have a girlfriend, often accompanied by Miss Wu, with an unusually strong right arm.
However, Jiang Dasheng thinks he is not ordinary because he holds the highest professional status in today’s society—a chef.
"Bang—"
The sound of a dream shattering, Jiang Dasheng wiped the drool from his mouth, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and woke up. When his mind cleared, he realized that becoming a full-fledged chef, earning a star badge, getting a young and beautiful girlfriend, and becoming a big winner in life were all just fantasies in his dream. Jiang Dasheng sighed and muttered dejectedly, "When can I get promoted from an apprentice?"
In reality, Jiang Dasheng only had one foot in the culinary world. He was an apprentice in the kitchen of a star-rated hotel in the Jing Chu province. His master was a special chef who had over ten disciples and more than a hundred apprentices. Jiang Dasheng was not eye-catching within the group. Cracking open the scars in his heart, his assessnt results were always found more easily by counting from the back, and the day of getting promoted to a disciple seed distant.
Last night he practiced basic skills late, and Jiang Dasheng got up with difficulty for his morning wash.
He had a good little apartnt with a bedroom, a small living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom, over a dozen square ters. The benefits would be even greater if he got promoted to a formal disciple. Following his usual life rhythm, Jiang Dasheng entered the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, while also turning on the living room TV, turning up the volu, letting the morning news clearly sound into the bathroom.
A pleasant female voice broadcasted:
"... Here in a professional star-rated hotel in Jing Chu province, our food channel’s on-site reporter has arrived at the location. Below is an interview clip between the on-site reporter and the hotel managent."
With a beep, the TV screen switched. After the on-site female reporter asked a question, a deep male voice, which made Jiang Dasheng tremble all over, answered:
"We are very much looking forward to Chef Xia and his team settling in and will do everything we can to provide the best service!"
Master?
Jiang Dasheng couldn’t bother to spit out the foam or rinse his mouth and rushed out of the bathroom, his mouth agape, watching the TV screen.
A commanding middle-aged man stood in front of the cara dressed in a chef’s uniform, hands behind his back, a "Certain Chain Hotel Deputy Chef" badge hanging on his chest. Jiang Dasheng almost had a ltdown when he got swept over by the middle-aged man’s gaze.
Imdiately, Jiang Dasheng’s jaw dropped to the maximum because of the TV show’s content, "Wha-what, that Demon King Xia, Demon Lord of Mayhem, is staying at our hotel?"
He quickly turned his head to look at the calendar on the TV cabinet.
Today is Saturday!
"Oh my god!" Jiang Dasheng ca to his senses, then felt the world spinning, stupefied, "At this ti, doesn’t it an that tomorrow, Sunday... Demon King Xia will visit White Cloud Pavilion?!"
He had been so busy day and night that he almost forgot about this big event!
After rinsing his mouth and washing his face, he hurriedly put on his apprentice work clothes and dashed out of his residence, heading speedily to the skyscraper near the hotel dormitory building.
The small garden in front of the building and the parking lot were packed with people.
It seed to coincide with the ti when an interview with so big-shot had just ended, as dia people were leaving in threes and fours.
A female reporter brushed past him, and Jiang Dasheng overheard her joking with her caraman, "This Demon King Xia, I really don’t know how to describe him. On one hand, he seems arrogant and young, but on the other hand, he rarely makes public appearances or accepts interviews, keeping a low profile."
"Ah!"
The female reporter’s smile turned gloomy, "But this ti, there’s a great chance he’ll ss up. Acting all dominant and wild outside is one thing, but coming here to challenge, having a disco on his head, how can Chef Huang, the Sect Leader, tolerate it!"
The caraman shook his head, a hint of amused disdain in his eyes, "Demon King? That nickna might scare youngsters, but to a Dragon Chef like Chef Huang, it’s just a joke."
"I think this ti, the Demon King is going to fail, just in ti to end the craze about him over the past half year."
Angered by the words regarding his idol, Jiang Dasheng shouted, "Chef Xia won’t lose!"
The loud voice he let out at the hotel’s main entrance drew the attention of many dia insiders.
The female reporter and the caraman who were in low-voice conversation shot Jiang Dasheng a strange glance, didn’t say much more, then hastened their steps. But before they left, their gaze was clearly mocking Jiang Dasheng for his blind worship of idol Demon King Xia. In other words, with the online and offline public opinion atmosphere at that ti, it seed like only a small number of "crazy fans" believed that Xia Yu could maintain his undefeated status in a showdown with a Dragon Chef.
Jiang Dasheng was indeed one of the very few "crazy fans," standing amidst the scattered crowd, bearing the full brunt of their peculiar looks.
At this mont, a wide hand landed on his shoulder.
"You’re not alone."
The deep, firm male voice had a slightly foreign accent. Jiang Dasheng looked up in surprise to see a few people standing behind him. The man who patted his shoulder was a very muscular man in a suit with a buzz cut, his handso face sporting a refreshing smile.
A faint sense of familiarity puzzled Jiang Dasheng. It seed like he had seen this man sowhere before.
Another man with red long hair, wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, stepped forward and said, "Yin, we need to go in, he’s waiting."
The man’s clear and aged eyes scanned Jiang Dasheng, and he slightly grinned, "I hold the sa opinion as you. In this culinary showdown, the victor is bound to be... Demon King Xia!"
"Alright, alright!"
Shinohara Shigetaro ca over with a small suitcase, "Rember, we’re foreign tourists, keep a low profile!"
The IGO trio and the two legendary gods from Far Moon have arrived.
Liangzi Lina took off her sunglasses. She was dressed like a professional office woman in a business building, with tailored trousers showing off her straight, round leg curves, and a small suit over a lace-trimd white shirt with sothing full pushing the buttons taut. From the side, her curvaceous figure was a sight to behold, worthy of praise in any words.
The hotel, top floor.
Ding.
When the elevator doors opened, Xia Yu said to these friends who had co from afar, "It’s great that you could co to watch the match."
In fact, this visiting group ca on their own, only sending a text to Xia Yu before boarding the plane.
Xia Yu also knew that the "challenge" had been sent around internationally in the past week, the heat and influence fernting and spreading to an unprecedented peak. The group of foreign viewers ford by the likes of Dojima Yin, Shinohara Shigetaro, and others was just one of many teams. By tomorrow, White Cloud Pavilion Square would surely have many foreign faces.
"Such a grand event, a fully open Dragon Chef duel, is hard to co by once in ten years, can’t miss it!" Dojima Yin stepped out of the elevator with a refreshing smile.
"Because of academics, Soma and the others couldn’t make it." Saito Chiyokuro laughed, "But they’ll definitely be watching the live broadcast on TV, cheering for you."
"So, how confident are you in winning?"
Shinohara Shigetaro and Aoki Motota asked simultaneously.
A pair of beautiful eyes, like clear pools, also gazed over, as Xia Yu spread his hands, "This is my first battle against a Dragon Chef, it’s hard to say... "
His words stopped.
Xia Yu received a prompt for a new mission that suddenly popped up, silent for days till then, with a look of eager anticipation in his eyes:
It’s here!
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