Lian Fu's Battle with King Yu

"Cooking?! Cooking can save lives?"

Someone in the Xiao family questioned this notion out loud. It wasn't because they didn't trust Bu Fang, but because this truly sounded too outlandish.

The best a chef could do was make gourmet delicacies, which would certainly satisfy one's hunger, but surely it couldn't save one's life?

"Ignorant. If I say it can, then it certainly can. Or else, do you care to venture a try?" Bu Fang curled his lips and threw Xiao Kecheng a cold look as he sneered. He did not appreciate his cooking skills being questioned, let alone by someone with such trivial queries.

Xiao Kecheng's face froze as he sniggered quietly. Give it a try himself? What a joke… he couldn't wait for Xiao Keyun to pass away so nobody would compete with him for the patriarch role of the Xiao Family, never mind lend a helping hand… Besides, he also didn't have the required capabilities.