"Wow, this old guy is so ugly!"
Amidst the noisy chatter, Yuan Zhao looked at the headline of tomorrow's news on his phone— the championship photo of the Chef Demon tryout, with that old man making a crazy grin and casually showing a V-sign to the camera.
He looked like someone I'd seen somewhere, but whatever, hmph. Although I don't know how he beat Miss Huaizhi, he must have used some despicable trick.
Just thinking about Miss Huaizhi crying weakly and pitifully right now made Yuan Zhao burn with anxiety, wanting nothing more than to rush to her side and seek justice.
But alas, the situation doesn't allow it...
Yuan Zhao sighed deeply to the sky, casually kicking away a guy who tried to sneak his hand into his pocket, sending him on a perfect trajectory into an open garbage bin.
As he looked around, he couldn't help but doubt.
Is this really Yingzhou?
