I lost.

"There's no rule that says a teacher can't have good cooking skills," Jaxon said to Wang Ziming with a faint smile.

Wang Ziming glanced at Jaxon in slight surprise. He didn't expect Jaxon to dare to argue.

"A teacher can indeed have good cooking skills," Wang Ziming nodded, "but this 'good' also depends on who you're comparing it to."

It was clear that Wang Ziming meant that even if Jaxon had some cooking skills, they would be nothing compared to Chef Liu.

"How does Wang Ziming know that my 'good' isn't better than everyone else's?" Jaxon said.

"Haha, quite the braggart," Wang Ziming laughed, not seeming angry at all. His expression was more like he had heard a funny joke.

"Confidence in one's abilities is bragging, while lack of ability is arrogance," Jaxon said.

"Are you confident or arrogant?" Wang Ziming asked.

"Well, Wang Ziming, you have to taste it to see if it's more delicious than what Chef Liu made, and the difference is not just one level, the skill gap is very obvious."

Wang Ziming looked at the two portions of squirrel mandarin fish with similar colors in front of him and smiled, saying, "Alright, I'll give them a taste."

Liu Bing looked at Jaxon with a sense of schadenfreude.

Originally, if Jaxon lost the competition, Liu Bing would have just made him lose face. However, Jaxon now spoke so presumptuously to Wang Ziming. In Liu Bing's view, Wang Ziming would definitely have a bad impression of Jaxon. When Jaxon lost later, his impression of him would surely get even worse. And as long as this news spread, Jaxon would not only be unable to get along in Goldenleaf University, but also in the entire city of Jiangzhou.

"Jaxon, this is on you. You really think a little skill gives you the right to act so overconfident." Liu Bing thought triumphantly to himself.

Geng Yafei, on the other hand, looked at Jaxon worriedly, thinking about how she could say a few good words for him later.

Amidst the complex emotions of the crowd, Wang Ziming picked up his chopsticks and first took a bite of the squirrel mandarin fish in the white plate. Then, a look of enjoyment appeared on his face.

"This one must be Chef Liu's. The taste is unchanged, still top-notch. One bite and it leaves a lasting impression. In Jiangzhou, when it comes to squirrel mandarin fish, I really haven't tasted any better than Chef Liu's."

Every chef has their signature dish. Although other dishes may not be bad, especially for a chef of Chef Liu's caliber, any dish he makes would taste good. However, compared to his signature dish, there would naturally be some difference.

And it was clear that squirrel mandarin fish was one of Chef Liu's signature dishes.

"Thank you for the compliment, Young Master Wang." Chef Liu's expression brightened a bit. He had been upset about losing the first dish to Jaxon, and it wasn't until he heard Wang Ziming's praise that his mood improved.

"Those guests at the table must not have known how to appreciate good food. Only someone like Young Master Wang, who has tasted all kinds of delicacies, is a qualified judge." Chef Liu thought to himself, and then he glanced at Jaxon triumphantly.

Initially, Chef Liu hadn't taken the competition seriously. However, losing the first dish to Jaxon had left him feeling resentful and stirred up his competitive spirit.

Jaxon ignored Chef Liu's glance and instead began to worry about Wang Ziming's character.

What if Wang Ziming, because of his familiarity with Chef Liu, made an unfair judgment? Jaxon would lose, and that would be such an injustice.

"I should have been more cautious with my words just now. I was too impulsive and overconfident." Jaxon thought to himself. "Now I can only hope that for the third dish, Geng Yafei can choose a fair person."

While Jaxon was worried, Wang Ziming's chopsticks had already reached for Jaxon's portion of squirrel mandarin fish. Before taking a bite, he looked at Jaxon specifically, but he couldn't see any change in Jaxon's expression.

In fact, Jaxon had already concluded that Wang Ziming would make an unfair judgment due to his relationship with Chef Liu. He had already given up on this round, so he was somewhat indifferent inside.

Wang Ziming placed the fish meat in his mouth, and his expression, which had been normal, suddenly froze, as if he was stunned, with only his mouth still chewing.

While everyone was puzzled by Wang Ziming's behavior, his brows furrowed, and his chewing speed increased slightly. Then, he picked up another piece of fish and put it in his mouth, still frowning and chewing, with an expression of disbelief appearing on his face.

Everyone was confused about what Wang Ziming was doing. His frown made them think that perhaps the dish made by Jaxon was so bad that it was hard to swallow.

At least, that's what Liu Bing and Manager Huang thought. Geng Yafei was also more worried about Jaxon.

Wang Ziming didn't keep everyone in suspense for long. He put down his chopsticks, looked at Jaxon, then at Chef Liu, and then said slowly, "Of these two portions of squirrel mandarin fish, the one made by the physical education teacher tastes better."

Wang Ziming's words, though not loud, were like a thunderbolt to everyone present, including Jaxon, who didn't expect such an evaluation.

"This is impossible!" Chef Liu, Liu Bing, and Manager Huang all spoke up almost in unison.

Especially Chef Liu, who had thought he was sure to win this round. After all, it was his signature dish, and the person tasting it was Wang Ziming, who often came to eat his cooking. There was no reason for him to lose!

Yet, he still lost!

Unable to accept this fact, Chef Liu, without regard for his manners, picked up a pair of chopsticks and took a piece of fish from Jaxon's bowl. After tasting it, he froze just like Wang Ziming had, and then, with a sense of resignation, he put down his chopsticks and said, "I lost."

After tasting Jaxon's dish himself, Chef Liu felt the gap between them. Jaxon's dish was indeed more delicious than his, and the difference was not just one level. The skill gap was very obvious.

No wonder the guests in the dining hall had all agreed that Jaxon's dish tasted better. The difference in taste between the two dishes was so significant that even someone who didn't know much about food could tell the difference.

Seeing Chef Liu admit defeat on his own, Liu Bing and Manager Huang were both in a panic!

It wasn't the ten thousand yuan they cared about; that amount of money was nothing to them. What they cared about was their face, which was the most important thing to them. They had confidently declared that Jaxon would definitely lose.

The fact that Chef Liu lost was unacceptable to them.