His hand retracted, but his mouth did not stop targeting Lin Dong, and he still said to Lin Dong in a mean tone.

"Hmph, I thought you were a kind of man. It turned out to be the little white face that others said. The thing I look down on most in my life is the little white face."

Zong Fuli, who had already stood up and stood beside Lin Dong, still maintained the posture of pulling Lin Dong's wrist.

At first, when she saw Li Taijun let go of the hand holding her arm, she thought that Li Taijun was giving up targeting Lin Dong, but she did not expect that he went on to denigrate Lin Dong, saying that Lin Dong was a little white face, and her angry chest floated up and down, thinking He wanted to speak to refute him, but for a while, he was speechless and could only stand still in a hurry.

After experiencing Li Taijun's repeated slanders and slanders, Lin Dong finally uttered his first words.

"Since you are so confident in your cooking skills, then I will convince you of your loss, and willingly admit to my mistake and apologize."

Sitting in his position, Lin Dong gently pushed away the hand of Zong Fuli who was holding his wrist with his other hand, and stood up from his position for the first time, looking at Li Taijun with a straight view.

Lin Dong's eyes didn't contain any emotions, but some were just as calm as the water surface. On the contrary, the eyes of Li Taijun were full of jealousy and disdain, and the two formed a sharp contrast.

The expression of calm and even a little cold is different from Zong Fuli’s just icy expression. Zong Fuli’s coldness is at best like the temperature in the river in winter, while the coldness of Lin Dong can only be felt in extremely cold places. The temperature difference between these two temperatures is like the relationship between the little witch and the big witch.

Li Taijun's expression was only jealous, and when he saw Lin Dong refuting himself for the first time, he also had a jealous and indifferent expression, which made his arrogant arrogance disappear a lot, and he was not as arrogant as he started.

Because of Lin Dong's aura, Li Taijun was a little scared, but when he heard Lin Dong say that he would apologize for his cooking, and he was confident in his cooking, the fire that had just been extinguished in his heart burned again.

If Lin Dong used other methods to compete with him, or to force him to apologize, he would still be a little worried, but in the name of the kitchen, he believed that except for a few old seniors, he was a little bit worse, and other people he simply Don't pay attention to it, let alone that he has never cooked before. Ten-fingered people who do not touch Yang Chunshui still want to challenge himself, a Michelin five-star chef, either because he has a problem with his brain, or he has a problem with his brain.

Zong Fuli, who was gently removed from her hand by Lin Dong, thought that Lin Dong would leave with her, at least to use his bottomless wealth to severely teach Li Taijun.

But the result was that Lin Dong had to use his cooking skills to beat Li Taijun, and he was convinced that he lost.

Although she doesn't know whether Lin Dong can cook, she only knows that Li Taijun's character is not very good, but his cooking skills are really good. Zong Fuli has eaten his dishes many times, and it tastes so delicious. It has been unforgettable for a long time now.

Just when Zong Fuli wanted to talk to Lin Dong, she heard a loud voice from a distance.

"Li Taijun, you are no longer the chef of my Dimi International Hotel, you have been fired!"

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