142 Feeling Empty, Lonely, and Cold on the Night Before the Spring Festival

"Do you really think a mere reward will be able to persuade me to participate?" Bu Fang stood there with his back straightened as he seriously looked at Ouyang Zongheng.

Ouyang Zongheng was surprised for a moment. He thought, "As expected of the chef acknowledged by His Majesty, his strength of character is incomparable to ordinary chefs. Looks like the difficulty of inviting Owner Bu is very high."

"Owner Bu, are you really not going to reconsider? This is an opportunity to let everyone know about your culinary skills!" Ouyang Zongheng asked with reluctance.

Bu Fang looked at him and blinked for a moment. He let out a deep breath and then asked, "First, tell me what's the reward for first place?"

"Hmm? What?" Ouyang Zongheng broke into a grin as he looked at Bu Fang. "You're already given in? What happened to your steadfastness? What happened to your moral integrity and indifference to materialistic goods?"