Ma Lu, good-naturedly going with the flow, immediately picked up the Chef's Knife and gave the garlic in his hand a thwack.
Indeed, the smacked garlic's skin peeled right off.
Ma Lu, as if he'd discovered a new continent, exclaimed, "Holy shit, this is awesome! Who invented this? Have they won a Nobel Prize?"
Lele replied irately, "Okay, okay, I admit I underestimated you before and... said quite a few things questioning your ability, but do you really need to be so petty and keep acting like a beginner to taunt me?"
"Ah, is that so?" Ma Lu blinked, "Looks like you've realized your mistake."
Lele took a deep breath, "Grandpa always said, 'Don't judge by appearances.' As a chef, one must maintain a humble heart. Today, I finally understand the meaning of those words. But your hands are really deceiving."
"That's because I rarely cook," Ma Lu admitted.
"Ah?"
"As for why my cooking skills are so good, it must be a natural talent. Yup, I really am suited for this line of work."