Chapitre 68: Chapter 68: Messing Up a Good Hand

"Wasn't it said that whoever excels in culinary skills shall be deemed fit for the position?"

"Then let this so-called genius you speak of compete with me, how about that?"

As soon as these words were uttered, the entire hall fell a few degrees quieter, all the immortals looking in surprise at the monkey on the dais, who spoke with such resolute tone.

If it were a matter of fighting, everyone recognized the potential of this monkey within the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal, but culinary skills—are they something one could simply assume proficiency in on a whim?

To enter a profession is to delve into it, does he really think that wielding a kitchen knife and chopping aimlessly qualifies him as a chef?

The Kitchen God and the God of Cookery seemed to hear a joke, as they both let out a laugh.

"You said this yourself, have no regrets?"