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Capítulo 46: I lost

"Nobody said that being a teacher means you can't have good culinary skills," Jake said calmly while looking at Dirk. Dirk gave him a slightly surprised glance, not expecting Jake to dare to argue back.

"Indeed, teachers can have good culinary skills," Dirk nodded, "but it also depends on who they're compared to." It was clear that Dirk's implication was that even if Jake had some cooking skills, compared to Alan, he was nothing.

"How does Dirk know that my culinary skills are not better than everyone else's?" Jake asked.

"Haha, quite arrogant," Dirk laughed, not showing any signs of anger. His expression seemed to suggest that he found something amusing.

"Confidence is arrogance when you have the skills, but arrogance is overconfidence when you don't," Jake replied.

"So, are you confident or arrogant?" Dirk asked.

"Well, Dirk, you'll know when you taste the two dishes in front of you," Jake said.

Dirk looked at the two similarly colored dishes in front of him, smiled, and said, "Alright, I'll taste them." Bill watched Jake with a smug look, thinking that Jake was digging his own grave. In Bill's opinion, Dirk's impression of Jake would undoubtedly be poor, and it would only worsen when Jake lost. Once the news spread, Jake would not be able to survive at Princeton University or even in the entire J City.

"Jake, you brought this upon yourself, thinking that having some skills would make you so arrogant," Bill thought to himself, feeling pleased.

Verna looked at Jake anxiously, wondering how she could say a few good words for him later. Amidst the complicated emotions of everyone, Dirk picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the squirrel-shaped mandarin fish on the white plate. A look of enjoyment appeared on his face.

"The one in this plate must be from Chef Alan. The taste hasn't changed; it's still top-notch. Taking a bite of it leaves a lingering aftertaste. In J City, when it comes to squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, haven't had any better than what Chef Alan used to make," Dirk said.

Every chef has their signature dish. Although their other dishes might not be bad, especially chefs like Alan, who can make any dish taste great, there will always be a difference compared to their signature dishes. And clearly, squirrel-shaped mandarin fish is one of Alan's signature dishes.

"Thank you for the praise, Dirk," Chef Alan's face brightened a bit. He was still bothered by losing to Jake on the first dish, and it weighed on him until now. Hearing Dirk's compliment finally lifted his spirits.

"The customers at that table clearly don't know how to appreciate fine cuisine. Only someone like Dirk, who has tasted a variety of delicacies, is qualified to be a judge," Alan thought to himself, casting a triumphant glance at Jake.

Initially, Alan didn't pay much attention to this competition, but losing to Jake on the first dish had left him feeling resentful. It also rekindled his competitive spirit.

Jake didn't pay attention to Alan's gaze but instead started to worry about Dirk's integrity. What if Dirk, due to his familiarity with Alan, made an unfair judgment? Jake would end up losing, and that would be incredibly unfair.

"If only I hadn't spoken so bluntly earlier. Still so hot-headed," Jake thought to himself. "Now, I can only hope that Verna chooses a fair person for the third dish."

Amid Jake's concerns, Dirk's chopsticks had already reached for Jake's portion of the squirrel-shaped mandarin fish. Before eating, Dirk glanced at Jake, but he couldn't discern any change in Jake's expression.

In reality, Jake had already concluded that Dirk would make an unfair judgment due to his connection with Alan. Jake had given up on this round, so he was somewhat indifferent about it.

Dirk placed the fish meat into his mouth, and while his face initially remained composed, he suddenly froze, as if he was completely still. His expression stiffened, and the only movement was the chewing of his mouth, chewing, and chewing.

Confused by Dirk's behavior, the others couldn't understand what was happening. Dirk's brow furrowed, and his chewing became faster. Then he took another piece of fish meat, still frowning while chewing, displaying a look of disbelief.

Everyone was puzzled by Dirk's actions, wondering what he was up to and why he had such an expression. Could it be that Jake's dish tasted so terrible that it was hard to swallow? At least, that's what Bill, Don, and Verna thought, and Verna became even more worried about Jake.

Dirk didn't torture everyone for too long. He put down his chopsticks, looked at Jake, then at Alan, and slowly said, "The squirrel-shaped mandarin fish made by this physical education teacher has a better taste!"

Though Dirk's words were not loud, they felt like a thunderclap in everyone's ears. Even Jake hadn't expected Dirk to give such an evaluation.

"This can't be!" Alan, Bill, and Don almost simultaneously exclaimed. Especially Alan, who had thought that victory was guaranteed. After all, it was his signature dish, and the one tasting it was Dirk, someone who frequently enjoyed his culinary creations. There was no reason for him to lose!However, he did lose!

Unable to accept this fact, Alan disregarded whether his behavior was impolite and picked up a pair of chopsticks from the nearby table, taking a piece of fish meat from Jake's bowl and putting it into his mouth. His actions mirrored Dirk's earlier behavior; he froze, then felt somewhat dejected and put down his chopsticks, saying, "I've lost."

After personally tasting Jake's dish, Alan felt the gap between them. Jake's dish was indeed more delicious than what he had made, and the disparity between their skills was glaringly apparent.

No wonder the customers at that table in the dining hall unanimously agreed that Jake's dish tasted better. The difference in flavor was so evident that even those who were not adept at discerning taste could detect it.

Seeing Alan voluntarily admitting defeat, both Bill and Don became anxious. It wasn't about the ten thousand dollars for them; that amount of money meant nothing. What they cared about was their reputation. Reputation was the most important thing for the two of them. They had been confident and emphatic in their belief that Jake would surely lose. But the unexpected happened,Alan was the one who lost, and they couldn't accept it.


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Capítulo 47: completely defeated

"I didn't expect your culinary skills to be so good," Dirk disregarded the others and looked at Jake. "I have tried squirrel-shaped mandarin fish in many restaurants, but never have I encountered one that tastes better than what Chef Alan makes. I always thought that Chef Alan's squirrel-shaped mandarin fish was the best in the country, but I never expected to be defeated by a physical education teacher."

"Thank you for the praise," Jake replied politely. Dirk's fairness left a positive impression on Jake.

"I am just stating the facts," Dirk said. He looked at the two bowls of soup being held by the waiter and suggested, "Are these two bowls also part of the competition? How about..."

"How about I give it a try?" At that moment, the young man sitting in the main seat suddenly spoke up. All eyes turned to him, and he remained composed, saying, "I have had quite a bit to drink, so I could use some soup."

"Is Carlton willing to be the judge? That would be best," Dirk said. Since Dirk said so, the others naturally had no objections.

In reality, whether or not they competed in the third round didn't make a difference. After all, Jake had already won two rounds and secured the final victory. However, since both Dirk and the young man sitting in the main seat spoke up, Don didn't dare to refuse. Plus, he wanted to win this round to salvage the restaurant's reputation.

The young man casually sipped the soup and said, "Are all of you from Princeton University?"

"Yes, I am a physical education teacher at Princeton University. This is my second year," Bill quickly responded.

Bill, who was initially perplexed, now understood the young man's significance based on Dirk's attitude toward him. He also wanted to establish a closer relationship with the young man. For people like them, it was necessary to know more people in their circle.

The young man nodded and said, "I actually have a friend studying at Princeton University."

"That's a coincidence," Bill said. "I wonder who it is? I still have some connections at Princeton University and can take care of her a bit."

"No need for that," the young man smiled. "With her abilities, no one can bully her."

"That's right. Carlton's friend is no ordinary person," Bill said.

Although Bill also belonged to the circle of the wealthy second generation, there were hierarchies within this circle. Bill's status was lower than Dirk's, and since Dirk was so polite to Carlton, Bill naturally didn't dare to act arrogantly in front of him. After mingling in this circle for many years, he understood this much.

"The taste of both soups is good," at this point, the young man had tasted both bowls of soup and said, "However, if we have to determine a winner, this soup is slightly better. It is both fresh and fragrant, bringing out the flavors of radish and greens to the fullest."

Don forced a smile on his face, but he felt increasingly bitter inside. Because the soup that the young man said tasted better was still made by Jake. In other words, their restaurant had been completely defeated!

Bill was also feeling dissatisfied in his heart. However, most of his thoughts were focused on the young man. He didn't care much about Jake anymore. In his view, there would be plenty of opportunities to deal with Jake in the future. If he failed today, he could always find another chance. After all, Jake was just an ordinary person. How could he be lucky every time? Therefore, in comparison, establishing connections seemed more important to Bill.

As for Verna, she was naturally happy. Regardless of the circumstances, it was because of her that Bill deliberately targeted Jake. If Jake had really been unlucky, Verna would have felt guilty.

Alan, on the other hand, had already left the private room. Being defeated by a physical education teacher in his area of expertise was a significant blow to him. However, he didn't resent Jake because he had tasted Jake's dish and recognized that it was indeed better than his own. He accepted his defeat graciously, but he couldn't deny feeling upset about it.

"Since you're here, let's add a few more sets of utensils and sit down together for a meal," Dirk invited Verna and Bill. Then, he looked at Jake and said, "You should stay as well."

"I won't stay. Thanks for the offer, but I have something to attend to, so I'll leave," Jake said.

"Why not push it back a bit and have a meal? It won't take much time," Verna urged Jake, simultaneously sending him signals with her eyes, hoping he would stay.

Having grown up in this circle, Verna understood the importance of connections. And now, there was an opportunity for Jake to establish connections with Dirk and the young man in the main seat. They were not ordinary people, and it would be greatly beneficial for Jake to get to know them.

"Verna, stop persuading him. Maybe he has something else on his mind and just doesn't want to have a meal with us. By doing this, you're only making Jake feel awkward," Bill said.

"Shut up!" Verna snapped.

"Since you have something to attend to, I won't insist," Dirk said.

"Thank you," Jake expressed his gratitude and then glanced appreciatively at Verna. Without hesitation, he turned around and prepared to leave the private room.

In truth, Jake didn't want to get involved in this circle. He felt that he and these people were not of the same class, and staying would only add to the awkwardness. That's why he wanted to leave.

Of course, Jake wasn't entirely lying. He did have something to attend to, which was the teleportation business. After a busy period, it was getting late, and although teleportation could be done at any time of the day, Jake didn't want to wait. He had fully realized the importance of the other timeline to him, so he took each teleportation seriously and urgently.

"Oh, by the way," when Jake reached the door of the private room, he suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter? Having second thoughts about leaving?" Bill thought Jake regretted his decision and wanted to stay, so he couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.

"No," Jake shook his head. "I just wanted to remind Mr. Bill not to forget about my money. Also, I won't bother saying goodbye to Don. Kindly relay the message for me."

Upon hearing Jake's words, Bill's face turned awkward and angry. "Rest assured, I won't shortchange you! Ten thousand dollars, like someone like you would take it seriously!"

"As long as Mr. Bill remembers," Jake smiled and then turned around to leave.

"What happened?" After Jake left, Dirk asked Verna and Bill curiously.

Verna smiled and recounted what had happened in the private room. After Dirk listened to the story, he looked in the direction Jake had gone and muttered to himself, "Interesting."


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