Chapter 133: Are we really going to keep competing?

The more relaxed Lewis Casson looked, the more pressure Maden Denford felt. He wracked his brain, desperate to figure out what to do. After going over everything that had happened, it finally hit him what to cook. A smug smile spread across his face as he chose his ingredients and got to work. He'd been humiliated last round; this time he was going to win it back ten times over, purely on skill. "Lewis Casson, you're doomed to lose. The final winner is definitely me." Grinding out the words between...