"Master already doesn't care, he's now Prince Hanba's man. You just have to try your best tomorrow, whether you win or lose, Master won't blame you, and since the opponent is a God of Food, there's no shame in losing!"
These words seemed to imply that his young master had already lost. Naturally, young master was unwilling to accept this and cupped his fists. "Master, your disciple will do his best!"
The God of Cooking gave a deep sigh, "No harm, the gourmet competition is not about winning or losing. You'll understand when you understand!"
However, the young master frowned. He didn't understand the meaning behind his master's words. What did the competition mean? If the competition was not to fight for the position of Master Chef, then what was the use of his competition?
Was it wrong of him to try so hard to win the match?
No matter what he said, he didn't want to see Murong Yu's arrogant appearance.