Seeing Cui Junxian standing there motionless, Ma Lu spoke again.
"What, is there something else, or do you want to learn how to make my pork cutlet rice pancake?"
"Um. I don't mind teaching you, after all, making more people enjoy better-tasting pork cutlet rice pancakes is also my vision, but with time being pressing, let's talk about it after this round is over."
Hearing this, Cui Junxian's expression turned even uglier, but Ma Lu's words indeed reminded him.
The time for this round of the competition was very tight, and it was pointless to linger here any longer. Moreover, although Ma Lu was talking to him, his hands had never stopped.
In just a moment, he had collected a dozen more snack coupons, including the four that he had just contributed, all of which were hard-earned from selling pork cutlet rice pancakes.
Cui Junxian gave Ma Lu a deep look and dropped a harsh remark, "I hope you make it through this round, then I will personally defeat you."