Lu Yi was certain he had won, confidently displaying each dish he had brought in front of Yuexue.
The dishes he presented were aesthetically pleasing with appetizing aromas, evidently crafted by a five-star hotel chef.
They starkly contrasted with the unimpressive dishes Pei Yansi had brought, making Lu Yi unconsciously straighten his back.
With a smug glance at Pei Yansi, Lu Yi noticed his rival's unpleasant expression.
"Competing with me in cooking is just humiliating yourself; Yuexue doesn't even need to taste it to know I've won this time. If I were you, I wouldn't have agreed to this challenge from the start."
Lu Yi, confident of his victory, happily raised his head, almost looking down his nose at Pei Yansi.
Yuexue carefully smelled the dishes he had brought over.
"Uncle Lu, the dishes you brought do look and smell appetising, but I haven't even tasted them yet. How can you be so sure he's lost?"
