"Cooking God? Ridiculous… In this world, only that man can be called Cooking God!"
Wushuang's face was cold, and his eyes flashed with sharp sword intent that caused heaven and earth to shake. Behind him, an ancient iron sword was quivering, emitting a faint rumbling sound.
Looking in the direction where the crowd was running toward, he put his hands behind his back and followed. He wanted to see who this so-called Cooking God was. Wushuang walked slowly down the street. In the distance, the crowd grew dense.
"I just haven't been back for a hundred years, and there's such a restaurant in this city? It's the first time I've seen such a popular restaurant since His Excellency passed away… Presumably, its dishes must be of a certain high standard, or it wouldn't attract so many people."
For a moment, Wushuang was curious. The atmosphere in front of the restaurant was very hot. The bustling crowd and the sight of so many people packed in one place made him gasp.
