Weston mused, “I feel like Mr. York isn’t an ordinary person.”

“What is he, if not? He can’t be Superman, now can he?”

Weston did not reply to that.

He just felt that Austin had a dignified air, different from ordinary chefs like them.

“Dad, are we going to visit someone else?”

“They’ve got their guards up against us, so no. This time, I have a feeling that it’s Mr. York’s win.” Weston sighed. He was ultimately inferior.

Jovanne comforted, “Dad, the O’Connors haven’t announced the results