Chapter 490 - 389: Win Against Jiang Liu with Eyes Closed?

Chapter 490: Chapter 389: Win Against Jiang Liu with Eyes Closed?

However, Jun Xinghe had just estimated that even if they really lost, he could handle the consequences.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries.

Morse left the company with Fu Yuan and got into a car.

Once the door of the luxury van was shut,

Morse examined the antique red box like a delighted child.

He loved collecting all sorts of vintage items.

But the thought that such an exquisite box contained steamed buns filled Morse with disgust.

His expression was like someone who had just found a big blowfly on their favorite piece of cake.

He found a thin plastic cigar sleeve and, with a look of distaste, wrapped the buns in it and took them out.

"Fu, do you want one?"

"No, no." Fu Yuan waved his hand, pinching his nose, and said in broken English, "Take it away. I would never eat something so filthy and weird."

Morse then looked at his female secretary, who was driving.

"Do you want one?"

The secretary, also a brown-haired foreigner, shook her head helplessly. "Mr. Mo, please don’t joke with me. Only the poor in Hua Country like to eat these kinds of buns."

"In that case..." Morse casually tossed the buns into the car’s trash can. "Later, please find somewhere private to throw this out."

This was a gift from Jun Xinghe, after all.

He had to be careful about disposing of it.

After all, he was still counting on Jun Xinghe to act as a middleman to crush his son-in-law.

"Fu, what are your chances of winning?"

...Fu Yuan thought for a moment. "To be serious, I have a ninety-nine percent chance of victory."

He had already stomped all over the reputation of Hua Country’s Sichuan cuisine.

’What can a mere young boss from a small city possibly do?’

’Even if I gave him another twenty years, he wouldn’t stand a chance.’

Fu Yuan was already confidently scheming how to toy with his opponent to make himself look more powerful.

’If I just win, plain and simple, that would be so boring~’

"Good, as long as there are no problems. When the time comes, don’t hold back. Crush him mercilessly!"

"Don’t worry, Mr. Mo. It’s like I said before: I can win with my eyes closed."

"Mm," Morse nodded. "I have faith in your skill, but don’t get careless. There’s a saying in Hua Country: even a lion uses its full strength to catch a rabbit."

"But he’s an ant. I can’t use my full strength," Fu Yuan said with deadpan humor.

"Hahaha! Fu, you have quite a sense of humor. I suggest you switch careers and become a stand-up comedian."

「* * *」

「Jing City Guomao Apartment.」

Yu Guoguang, looking utterly dejected, was chatting and drinking with a friend.

"I’m telling you, Old Yu, what’s there to be so upset about? It was just one competition! You can win your honor back another day, right?"

Hou Canjun, his face flushed, raised his glass.

"Drink, drink, drink! Let me tell you, liquor is the essence of the grain! After this glass, we’ll feel twenty years younger tomorrow and kick that damn traitor to death!"

"Sigh..."

Yu Guoguang drank a glass of liquor melancholically. "The reputation of Hua Country’s number one Sichuan chef has been shattered by a foreigner. I feel awful!"

"I’ve shamed my ancestors!"

he wailed in anguish.

"It’s fine, just win it back another day... Have another drink with me."

Hou Canjun was more interested in the drinking.

"How can I win it back? I’ve already lost. If he could beat me easily once, can’t he do it a second time?"

Yu Guoguang shook his head.

He knew in his heart that in terms of flavor and texture, his Sichuan cuisine was indeed not as good as his opponent’s.

Suddenly, Hou Canjun’s eyes lit up. "Did you forget? We still have Boss Jiang!"

"He’s a master that even you and I admire!"

"Boss Jiang?"

Yu Guoguang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. "The competition is about Sichuan cuisine. Boss Jiang doesn’t have the years of focused experience to even qualify."

"Think about it. If the opponent names some obscure Sichuan dish, would Boss Jiang even know how to make it? Besides, that Fu Yuan not only excels at authentic Sichuan cuisine but also blazes his own trail. He even knows many lost recipes."

"Sigh."

Yu Guoguang shook his head. "If you let me mentor Master Jiang for three years, with his talent, maybe it would be possible."

Hou Canjun also shook his head helplessly.

He understood this perfectly well.

’Boss Jiang’s skills are too broad.’

’Even if someone started learning only Sichuan cuisine from the womb, it would be impossible to master all of it.’

Just then,

Hou Canjun’s phone rang.

"Hello? ...Huh? Boss Jiang is competing against Fu Yuan in two days? ...Okay, I got it!"

Hou Canjun looked at Yu Guoguang, who was still drinking.

His mind went blank.

’What should I do?’

’Old Yu, Boss Jiang is going to get screwed!’

He hesitated for a moment but decided to break the shocking news to Yu Guoguang.

"Old Yu, I have to tell you something. Try not to get too worked up when you hear it..."

"Spit it out!"

Hou Canjun took a deep breath and said, "Word is spreading through the Jing Circle that Boss Jiang is going to face off against Fu Yuan in two days!"

"Face off against Fu Yuan??" Yu Guoguang instantly sobered up. "A steamed bun competition?"

??

Hou Canjun lowered his gaze and shook his head. "Sichuan cuisine."

CLANG!

The glass in Yu Guoguang’s hand fell to the floor.

His head was buzzing.

’A Sichuan cuisine competition?’

’Has Boss Jiang gone mad?!’

The problem was,

Boss Jiang had become a god-like figure in Hua Country’s upper echelons.

’If Boss Jiang loses, then...’

’Will Hua Country’s Sichuan cuisine be utterly crushed by a foreigner?’

"Old Hou, is this information accurate?"

"It’s accurate!"

"We’re finished! No, I have to inform Boss Jiang immediately. He can’t agree to this competition!!"

Yu Guoguang excitedly pulled out his phone.

In his eyes, Jiang Liu was practically his half-apprentice in Sichuan cuisine, a real diamond in the rough. He couldn’t let him be senselessly cut down halfway through his journey.

’This would be too great a blow to the confidence in Sichuan cuisine.’

"Old Yu!" Hou Canjun snatched his phone. "Calm down! The contract is already signed, it’s impossible to break it. I know you care about the honor of Hua Country’s Sichuan cuisine,"

"but an arrow, once loosed, cannot be recalled! What’s the difference between Boss Jiang breaking the contract and just losing?!"

"But... sigh. Forget it. We’ll go watch together when the time comes. Let’s just hope that Fu Yuan doesn’t go too far."

Yu Guoguang sighed.

He said no more.

’Jiang Liu certainly has a unique talent, but Sichuan cuisine is vast and complex. Even I, who had studied it my entire life, couldn’t compare to Fu Yuan. And now Boss Jiang...’

The two fell into a gloomy silence, no longer in the mood to talk.

Meanwhile, news of Jiang Liu and Fu Yuan’s Sichuan cuisine cook-off spread rapidly through the upper circles.

Even many influential figures in Guang Province heard about it and were extremely interested.

...

The next morning at five o’clock, Jiang Liu opened his eyes and yawned sleepily.

He had been studying Sichuan cuisine all night and hadn’t gone to sleep until after two in the morning.

"Still a little sleepy. I should have gone to bed earlier last night..."

He lifted his head and looked from side to side.

Jiang Liu breathed a sigh of relief. ’Good, they’re both behaving themselves.’

Jun Qingmeng was in her nightgown, pillowed on Jiang Liu’s arm, her right hand wrapped around his waist.

Tongtong was on his left, hugging his other arm.

All he could feel was soft, fragrant warmth.

’Comfortable.’

Jiang Liu patted his daughter’s and Jun Qingmeng’s butts. "Time to get up, you two little sleepyheads."

"Mmm, Daddy, Tongtong was dreaming about ice cream," Jiang Tongtong said, rubbing her eyes.

"Oh,"

"Honey~"

Jun Qingmeng opened her eyes to see Jiang Liu, and her voice was soft and sweet as she called out to him, in a very good mood.

Like a little kitten snuggling affectionately in its owner’s arms.

"Are you two sleepy?" Jiang Liu asked.

"No."

"Daddy, Tongtong’s not sleepy, hehe."

Jiang Tongtong clambered further onto Jiang Liu.