"I’m going to make the vitamin C king fruit salad. What fruit salad are you planning on making?" Yang Chen smiled faintly and asked.
His best dish at the French restaurant was the vitamin c king fruit salad. This salad was a popular dish among customers, contained high amounts of vitamin and nourished the skin.
"I’m also going to make a vitamin C king salad." Qingfeng nodded and prepared to make the salad.
If Qingfeng were to make any other fruit salad, the winner would be hard to determine since everyone’s taste is different. But if they made the same dish, it would be apparent which dish was more delicious.
"Haha, if I make the best vitamin C king salad, you’re going to lose for sure."
Yang Chen laughed when he heard that Qingfeng was going to make the same fruit salad as him. His face was filled with joy. It was as if he could already see his victory.