While they spoke, Nian Bing had already reached above the round stage, escorted by the massive fire dragon. With his hands behind his back, he stood atop the dragon's head, nodding towards Fat Man Hua. "Sorry about this, there were too many people outside, so I had to use this approach to get in," he said.
The worldly and experienced Fat Man Hua, after a short moment of surprise, quickly broke into a smile. "So, not only are you a chef, but you're also a powerful mage. I have never seen such an unusual combination of professions. Now that you're here, get ready for the competition," he said.
Under Nian Bing's control, the fire dragon lowered its head, bringing him directly onto the stage. The moment he stepped on the stage, the scorching air dissipated, and the fire dragon turned into sparks, scattering with the wind. The golden-haired Nian Bing did not say more, simply walking to stand behind the final cooking station.