My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 53 - Elderly Don’t Be Impulsive
53: Chapter 53: Elderly, Don’t Be Impulsive
53 -53: Elderly, Don’t Be Impulsive
The host had just announced the results of the first round when the guest seats immediately erupted, as no one had anticipated such a dramatic scene unfolding at the Cooking God competition. freēwēbnovel.com
A man wearing round gold-rimmed glasses, speaking with a curious tone, asked the person beside him, “Do you know who that young man who advanced directly is?
Which restaurant’s chef is he?”
The woman beside him expressed her confusion, “I have no idea, but if he was able to advance directly, his dish must be delicious!
The young really bring a fresh impact.
Even the committee made an exception to their rules for him; he must be really skilled!”
A man sitting in the row behind, his face full of skepticism and disdain, scoffed at Su Xuan, who had advanced directly to the third round, “I don’t think so; it’s probably a fixed champion!
He might have a powerful backing!”
Some people always judge others by their own low standards, guessing at the outcomes seen in the competition, this man probably over fifty, smug in his assumptions.
The competition entered a brief intermission, restoring a temporary calm to the venue.
However, outside in the lobby of the Manston Hotel, many journalists, unable to enter, anxiously waited and conjectured about the progress of the competition.
Chen Wanqing and her assistant sat on a sofa, Chen Wanqing wearing a grave expression, harboring some unease in her heart.
Worried that Su Xuan might not give his all in such a competition due to his contempt, Chen Wanqing internally fretted, “You must go all out!
This competition is too important for Bright Moon Building!
There must be no mistakes!”
“Oh, isn’t this President Chen from Bright Moon Building?” A svelte middle-aged woman approached the sofa, dressed in a cheongsam, carrying a Chanel black limited edition bag, her diamond rings sparkling on her fingers, wearing heavy makeup as if to conceal the traces of age on her face, her smile toward Chen Wanqing slightly strained.
Chen Wanqing looked up and recognized the woman, Mei Fang, vice-president of Fengming Restaurant.
Given the ongoing rivalry between Bright Moon Building and Fengming Restaurant, the mutual disdain between Chen Wanqing and Mei Fang was well known in the dining circle.
“Hello, President Mei, I didn’t expect to see you here,” responded Chen Wanqing with a cold sneer.
Flaunting her large diamond ring, Mei Fang replied with a mocking smile, “Of course, I came to see our Chef Hu claim the Cooking God title!”
Disdaining Mei Fang’s arrogant attitude, Chen Wanqing chuckled dismissively, “The competition isn’t over yet, and no one can predict the outcome.”
The female secretary whispered something in Mei’s ear, informing her that representing Bright Moon Building in today’s competition wasn’t their head chef but a twenty-something young man unfamiliar to many.
After hearing from her secretary, Mei Fang’s smile broadened, her tone even more mocking, “Has Bright Moon Building really run out of options, not sending your head chef but a young lad in his twenties.
It’s commendable that he even made it to the second round!”
Fully belittled by Mei Fang, Chen Wanqing felt her face fall, and snapped back grimly, “Age means nothing, your Chef Hu may be well-known, but that hasn’t seemed to better Fengming Restaurant’s business.”
“We’ll see, the Cooking God title will definitely be ours!” Mei Fang retorted angrily, walking away with that parting shot.
Chen Wanqing looked toward the competition entrance, her worries deepening, “Su Xuan, you really must not mess up!” Despite her fretting, a thought at the back of her mind reminded her, “I must trust him.”
In the judging area, opinions were clearly divided into two camps: one that favored contestant number 12 and another deeming the mid-competition exception that allowed Su Xuan, contestant 12, to skip a round and advance directly to the finale a bit hard to accept.
“The capable should prevail; this is an eternal truth.
I think our decision was correct,” stated an old judge sternly, “Besides, the results have been announced; it’s too late to change now.”
Two seats away, another female judge with a sallow face and a grim expression chuckled disdainfully, “That’s not how it should be said; there’s a saying that without rules, there’s no radius.
Changing the established rules of the competition suddenly is hard for the other chefs to accept.”
The debate was inconclusive, and the judges each held onto their views.
Su Xuan, thrust into the limelight, faced a storm of criticism from the judging panel, the guest seats, and the press corp concerning his direct advancement to the third round.
There was still some time before the next round began, and eleven chefs waited in the lounge.
A few gathered to chat casually, and it was inevitable that some cast peculiar glances at Su Xuan, pointing and whispering about him.
Chuckling inwardly with a relaxed and comfortable expression on his face, Su Xuan thought to himself, “Wow, I didn’t expect advancing would be this easy.
I took it too seriously!
I should have just done it casually!”
With a gaze brimming with anger and staring fiercely at Su Xuan, who was sitting quietly on a plastic chair, resting with his eyes closed, Hu Weiguo, growing angrier by the moment, stormed over to Su Xuan, looked at the other chefs, and pointed at Su Xuan, mocking, “This guy is breaking the competition rules.
Who knows how much money he paid off?
You all agree it’s rigged, right?!”
“Shut your dog mouth.” Su Xuan opened his eyes, feeling both amused and annoyed.
“Who are you calling a dog?!” Already furious, Su Xuan’s words made Hu Weiguo explode with rage, grabbing Su Xuan as he shouted angrily.
Not wanting to get entangled with Hu Weiguo, if it were somewhere else, Su Xuan might have beaten him up badly, but he knew the situation wasn’t right now; it was the competition’s resting area, and violence was not allowed.
But Hu Weiguo’s arrogant and aggressive demeanor was too much, prompting Su Xuan to concoct a scheme in his mind: If you want to play tough, then I’ll just have to entertain you a bit.
Su Xuan gently pushed Hu Weiguo’s hands away, sneering disdainfully, “You can’t accept it?
Want to get physical, huh?
Fine, I won’t fight back.
If you can touch me even once, I’ll withdraw from the competition voluntarily.”
The other chefs all let out sighs of dismay, thinking this kid must be crazy to say such a thing.
Hearing this, Hu Weiguo looked up and laughed maliciously, “Did you just say that?!
Whether you get hurt or killed, I don’t care!”
“Talking more is useless, come on.” Su Xuan crossed his arms and stood his ground, waiting for Hu Weiguo to attack.
Filled with rage, Hu Weiguo saw this as an opportunity not only to vent his anger but also to make the kid withdraw from the contest.
He lifted his right foot and viciously kicked towards Su Xuan’s groin.
With a slight shift of his left foot, Su Xuan dodged effortlessly as Hu Weiguo approached, causing Hu Weiguo to miss and stagger forward, turning around with a shocked expression and throwing punches at him.
Still showing no sign of striking back, Su Xuan did as he vowed, just shifted to the left, leaned backwards, and with his left arm supporting him on the ground, performed an impressive backflip, leaving the chefs stunned.
“Damn it!” Hu Weiguo, utterly frustrated, cursed as he attacked again.
After repeatedly attacking Su Xuan over ten times, Hu Weiguo couldn’t even touch a single hair on Su Xuan.
Complete loss of face made Hu Weiguo lose all sense of reason, his cheeks burning with shame and his gaze viciously fixed on Su Xuan, he grabbed a plastic chair nearby and smashed it towards Su Xuan.
“Using weapons now, huh?
That’s an improvement.” Su Xuan mocked, dodging left and right, moving so fast that Hu Weiguo, despite his powerful swings with the plastic chair, still couldn’t land a hit on Su Xuan.
Su Xuan moved to a far distance, seeing Hu Weiguo breathless, chuckled and said, “Old man, don’t be too impulsive, it’s not good if you break your old bones.
You can rest a bit and then come at me, I’ll wait.”
“Rest my ass!” With Hu Weiguo, who was furious beyond containment, he couldn’t fathom how a mere chef could directly advance in the competition, much less comprehend that a chef could have such nimble moves.
With a cold smirk, Su Xuan retorted, “You shouldn’t curse someone’s parents, having lived for half a life, don’t you understand that much?
It’s pitiful.”
Each mocking word stabbed into Hu Weiguo’s heart like a sharp blade.
Knowing that if he couldn’t handle this kid, his reputation would be utterly ruined today, he swung the plastic chair and charged at Su Xuan again.
Constantly dodging, leaping into the air, with a few quick steps — to the unaware, it seemed like Qinggong — Su Xuan landed a few meters away, back facing Hu Weiguo who had missed.
“I’m over here, stop looking!” Su Xuan saw Hu Weiguo looking around and, struggling to hold back a laugh, said.
Turning around, Hu Weiguo, drained from a series of attacks and with sweat beads on his forehead, and burning with rage yet unable to touch Su Xuan, impetuously used all his strength from his arms, flung the plastic chair overhead, hurling it spinning towards Su Xuan.
