Garmandis fumed, "What? You think I'm not as good as her? Wanna fight it out?"
Nian Bing frowned and said, "Fight what fight? I respect Auntie because she's like my mother. What? You want to be my mother, too?"
Garmandis's face changed instantly, looking as if he'd just swallowed a fly. His facial muscles twisted in disgust. "Mother? Nian Bing, I'm gonna kill you. You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Nian Bing, completely unafraid of Garmandis at this point, smirked and said, "Kill? Well, give it your best shot then. But I'll remind you, although I'm not as powerful as you, when it comes to cooking, there aren't many on this continent who can outdo me. Even those more powerful than me can't perform as many variations in cooking as I can without the aid of magic. Garmandis, don't bother putting on a sour face for me, you wouldn't even think about killing me."