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"You and I never expected this, let alone him," Fu Tianlin said, admiration flashing in his eyes. They were all anxious about the outcome of the competition, but Zhu Qingluan had surprisingly thought of using this opportunity to make money—something he could never do. This woman truly amazed him.
Fu Tianlin's words were straightforward; he felt no jealousy, but someone else was seething with envy. With a fierce glare at Qing Luan, he questioned, "Miss Zhu, what do you mean by this?" He was so envious of her thriving business that even a small profit made him green with envy.
Busy with her tasks, Qing Luan cast a sidelong glance at the idly fuming man and asked lightly, "What is Young Master Fu upset about?" She was clearly enjoying his frustration, thinking to herself how satisfying it was to make him jealous over her profits.
It wasn't her fault; for her, even a small business opportunity sparked her creativity. To let it go would be a shame, and she certainly wasn't going to turn down money just because Fu Jun was angry—she couldn't be blamed for that.
"Look at your people from Ruyi Tower setting up shop here; isn't that disrupting our competition?" He expressed his dissatisfaction vehemently, trying to sound righteous.
"Is it?" Qing Luan shot a glance at A-Song's tea stall and wore a mischievous smile that could infuriate anyone. She turned to Little Luo and said, "Have A-Song move over a bit; Young Master Fu seems envious." Her actions were purely playful, showing no sign of guilt.
"You..." Fu Jun's face flushed with embarrassment as her teasing made him furious.
"Yes!" Little Luo eagerly agreed, then turned to whisper something to A-Song. A-Song glanced over and instructed the tea drinkers to shift aside... they actually moved... just a step, which only darkened Fu Jun's expression further as he wished he could bite down on the smug A-Song.
"Pfft!" Bai Feiyang couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter, slapping the table as he laughed heartily. Fu Tianlin rolled his eyes at him, unimpressed—this guy seemed intent on adding fuel to the fire for Fu Jun's sake.
"Young Master Fu, if you hired a master out of boredom while I’m cooking for myself, please don’t look for trouble; otherwise, I might think you’re doing it on purpose," Qing Luan coldly remarked when she saw he was about to say more. Her words left Fu Jun speechless. He shot her a venomous glare before turning away.
He didn’t engage with the other masters but left the arena instead. This made Qing Luan narrow her eyes slightly as she made a mysterious gesture with her hands before calmly returning to her tasks.
"Su Young Master," Fu Jun squeezed through the crowd and called out in a dim corner. A man in white emerged from the shadows and asked sharply in a low voice, "How did it go?"
"Everything has been done according to the young master's instructions. That Zhu Qingluan is quite foolish, actually saying he wants to bet five to one. The more people who bet on our victory, the more we can profit," Fu Jun thought about the potential wealth he could gain, imagining himself firmly established in the Fu Family, and a broad smile spread across his face.
"Keep a close watch. If we lose, you should know what that means for you!" Su Yuanhang shot him a cold glare, his eyes filled with a menacing intensity that could intimidate anyone.
"...," Fu Jun found himself at a loss for words, unable to even argue back. It was he who had provoked Zhu Qingluan, yet now all the responsibility was being shifted onto him. Initially, he had wanted to challenge Tianxiang Restaurant and Ruyi Tower, but when Zhu Qingluan refused, he had no choice but to wager himself. He hadn't expected this man not only to be ungrateful but also to threaten him in such a way, leaving Fu Jun feeling somewhat disgruntled.
Hmph, if you are unkind to me, don't blame me for being unjust. If we win the competition, then Ruyi Tower and Jade Pavilion will be mine, with no connection to you at all; after all, I am the one who signed the contract.
In a corner, two individuals were scheming against each other while not far away, someone was watching them closely. After gathering the necessary information, that person turned and left, completely unnoticed by Fu Jun and his companions.
"Miss," Little Luo returned from A-Song's side and whispered in her ear, "It's Prime Minister Huang's shop..."
"Oh ho, interesting!" It turned out that after Fu Jun increased the stakes, Qing Luan had someone secretly investigate who owned these establishments. To her surprise, they belonged to the Huang Family. Prime Minister Huang must be trying to push her out of the capital before making his move; unfortunately for him, things were not going as planned—he would be spitting blood over this.
He had unwittingly gifted her several lucrative businesses; of course he would be furious.
For their competition, both families sent out a total of two hundred and one tokens—Qing Luan's were red while Fu Jun's were yellow. These tokens were distributed randomly; anyone could claim them as long as they showed up—even children could participate.
Those who arrived late would find none left for them; however, there were extras available for them to enjoy after the competition concluded.
"Wow, it smells so good! An Imperial Chef is truly an Imperial Chef; their skills are unmatched," Fu Jun returned with a heavy heart but was jolted by the delightful aroma wafting from the dishes prepared by the chefs. His confidence in this competition surged.
"Young Master Fu, our dishes are ready," announced the leading Old Imperial Chef with a hint of pride as he glanced at others with an air of superiority.
"Let me take a look," Bai Feiyang chimed in, marveling, "Wow, there are quite a few options—steamed, fried, stir-fried, pan-fried, boiled... They look good and smell nice, but I wonder if they taste good..." This time, Fu Jun really invested some money, but he didn't use a single coin from the Fu Family. It was said that someone couldn't stand by and helped him out.
Why did that sound so intriguing? The foolish boy was being played without even realizing it, feeling proud of himself while heading for disaster.
"Wow, so many?" Yun Nishang approached to take a look as soon as she saw others enjoying themselves. When she saw what Qing Luan had laid out, she was completely stunned.
"Lord Bai, I'm ready over here," Qing Luan said deliberately. She got everyone excited for a moment before dousing them with cold water, causing their expressions to darken instantly. Meanwhile, her lips curled into a high smile; her mood couldn't have been better.
Upon hearing her words, Fu Jun stepped forward to take a glance. He discovered that the noodles she made were merely blanched with offal and snorted disdainfully. Looking at Bai Song with arrogance, he declared, "Lord Bai, let the competition begin!" With Prime Minister Huang backing him up, he wasn't afraid of Bai Song at all; thus, his tone was quite disrespectful. However, Bai Song chose not to hold it against him.
Such a petty little man was beneath his notice!
People continued to stream in one after another. The enticing aroma made everyone's mouths water. Many knew that Fu Jun had invited the Old Imperial Chef from the palace and rushed over to taste the food, praising its flavor... That person glanced at the noodles at Qing Luan's station and saw only plain vegetable noodles that looked unremarkable. He couldn't be bothered to try them and directly handed the yellow sign to Fu Jun.
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