The middle-aged man named Smith was a teacher at Orlando Academy, formal and not given to frivolity.
On the contrary, the Chinese Chef Cao greeted Lancelot with a friendly handshake before pointing toward the airport restroom sign and saying, "Sorry, I need to use the restroom; you two chat first."
This was to avoid suspicion.
Smith watched Chef Cao leave, then turned around, fixing his gaze on Lancelot, whose head was lowered, his eyes revealing a hint of sternness.
"I have heard about your defeat in the Food Duel even in the United States, a real disgrace to the Academy!"
Lancelot bowed his head, not daring to argue in his defense.
He indeed had suffered a dismal loss, and to a little-known young chef at that.
However, Lancelot had to admit that he was utterly convinced by his defeat; even if he were to duel again, he would likely lose eight out of ten times.
"Mr. Smith, my opponent was very strong!" Lancelot clenched his fists and said.
