The cooking competition officially began.
Xu Lin went first.
He calmly tied his sleeves slightly and started preparing his dish with smooth, practiced movements. His knife skills were clean and efficient, showing that he had clearly cooked many times before.
Xu Jin leaned against the counter watching him.
"Hmph."
Not impressed.
But when the dish was finished, the aroma spreading through the kitchen was undeniably good.
Xu Lin placed the plate on the counter.
"My turn," Xu Jin declared.
He stepped forward confidently.
Chen folded his arms and watched with curiosity.
To his surprise, Xu Jin actually worked quite seriously. His movements were less refined than Xu Lin's but still capable.
After a while, Xu Jin finished his dish and placed it beside Xu Lin's.
Then both brothers turned to Chen.
Chen looked at the two plates.
Then at the two men.
Then sighed.
"You think three dishes are enough for three grown men?"
So in the end—
