Chef Lin and Chef Zhou's eyes widened, not blinking!
They were certain, absolutely certain, that this time, Klaus had made thirteen cuts.
"It's definitely thirteen cuts! No question about it! If Chef Feng's sous chef is at this level, he can't be that impressive himself," Chef Lin sneered.
"Yeah, let's just go, I think we don't need to have any sort of competition," Chef Zhou shook his head gently.
Klaus spoke indifferently, "There really is no need for a competition. I gave you two chances and you still couldn't tell how many cuts I made. Contestants like you, let alone Chef Feng, even I would not deign to take action."
"Just thirteen cuts? Old Lin can make seventeen cuts! I can make sixteen cuts! You're just showing off..."
Halfway through his sentence, Chef Zhou forcibly held back his words!
Because Chef Zhou saw the chopped green onions on the cutting board!
Fifty pieces!
Exactly fifty pieces of green onion!
Chef Lin also saw the number of green onions and fell silent!
