"Sect Leader of Wudang, I see you're still young, so I won't hold you to account," Master Yong said, the corner of his mouth twitching. He quickly composed himself and added indifferently, "I firmly believe that my words cannot be wrong. Zhang Jiuling is the God of Cookery descended to the Lower Realm. In the future, he is destined to be the Emperor of the culinary world, and Miss Hua Lingxiu, with her extraordinary culinary talent, makes them a match made in heaven."
"But Hua Lingxiu doesn't love that Zhang Jiuling," Master Zhan said through gritted teeth. This concerned his son Zhan Yan's happiness, and as a chef, he had a temper of his own.
"That's only temporary. Your son is not bad, but besides roast duck, what else can you teach him?" Master Yong asked, stroking his beard with confidence. "Zhang Jiuling, on the other hand, is different. I will personally act as his matchmaker and officiate the wedding—who would dare say they're unsuited?"
