Dragon Master

When Maximilian visited the kitchen, the cook thought he was dumbfounded. He mocked, "Bloke, I don't think you have seen
such a place. Are you scared?"
Maximilian calmly rebutted, "No, it's just an ordinary kitchen."
The cook laughed, as if he had heard the biggest joke. He thought Maximilian was still flaunting his superiority.
Maximilian glanced at the lively salmon, and grasped it skillfully. The cook stood by, ready to find fault.
But then Maximilian's way of handling salmon made him unable to calm down. The skill was beyond his imagination.
"Good boy, I didn't expect you to be so proficient." This was the first time the cook praised him.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe it. He even suspected that Maximilian was professional, otherwise he
wouldn't know how to deal with salmon.
Maximilian smiled without saying a word, took out a sharp knife and brandished it.
The glass was transparent, so his knife juggling shocked many people.
It was so cool, and couldn't be done by ordinary people.
The cook was dumbfounded, because he could do it too, but his skills were far inferior to Maximilian.
The sharp knife was very flexible in Maximilian's hands, no matter how he swung it.
He processed the salmon quickly, and the sashimi he cut out was particularly thin.
When the cook saw this, he couldn't make a mocking comment.
The cutting and slicing skill amazed him, and he felt incredible.
He couldn't help sighing that this guy was too powerful.
He said to Maximilian, "Boy, I know your skills. But you'd better restrain, or you won't have a good end."
Maximilian was not stupid, knowing that the cook was threatening him. He asked rhetorically, "What? Are you worried that the
sushi dishes I make are better than you?"

The cook was silent, for he was indeed worried. If this was the case, then how could he continue to manage the restaurant?
Maximilian ignored his feelings, and he just wanted to cook well. As for the others, he didn't care.
He smiled lightly and quickly made various dishes, such as sashimi and salmon sushi.
When these were taken out, everyone couldn't believe that Maximilian did it. They thought he didn't know how to cook. But after
seeing his strength, they had nothing to say.
Evan was moved on the spot, and she didn't expect Maximilian to make sushi for her.
Maximilian smiled and said, "Help yourself."
She nodded, and was mentally prepared. Whether it was delicious or not, she couldn't embarrass him.
After tasting it, the flavour filled her mouth, making her unable to extricate herself. She didn't expect it to be so great.
She was completely conquered. The taste was so perfect that it was beyond description.
"So delicious." At last she nodded in praise.
The crowd was surprised when they saw the way she was enjoying the dishes.
"Well, don't think too much, just calm down." Maximilian said.
The cook was very annoyed with him. He was originally the best chef here, but Maximilian took his limelight away.
This made him particularly uncomfortable, and he hated Maximilian.
"Humph. "But he could only be in a sulk.
Maximilian knew that he was depressed, but he neglected it.
Evan admired, "I didn't expect you to cook so well."
Maximilian scratched his head and replied modestly, "Well, it's just so-so."
Finally, he looked back at the cook and said jokingly, "I remember someone said that if I cook better than him, he will eat the
gall."

When the cook heard this, he trembled and knew Maximilian was provoking him.
He suddenly felt bad, and subconsciously wanted to slip away.
Maximilian stopped him, grabbed his shoulder and said to him, "You have to keep calm."
The cook was startled when hearing this, and the result was different from what he thought.
He looked gloomy and hummed, "The winner hasn't been decided yet, because I haven't eaten your food yet."
He had already thought about it, and he would taste it symbolically. Anyway, no matter how excellent Maximilian was, he was not
his opponent.
He tasted a dish. When he had the first bite, he was astonished. As an experienced chef, he often expressed disdain for others'
cooking.
The only thing he respected was the cuisine of the king of chef, but there were other dishes that could attract him.
He subconsciously showed a look of praise. But soon he realized that he was betting with Maximilian, and he could not be too
exaggerated.
He pretended to be disgusted and said, "Huh, what is it? It's so terrible, and I won't eat it anymore."
Suddenly, he couldn't move when he wanted to turn around. Maximilian looked at Evan and couldn't help but laugh. Sure
enough, she took action.