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The two people who arrived were Ye Keke and Gao He.

Sunlight streamed into the entrance of the Xiangmao Capital Club. Ye Keke and Gao He had just stepped onto the stairs when they saw Fang Xiaobei and Xia Zhi emerging from the club. Ye Keke's eyes lit up, as if she had found new prey, and a malicious smile curled at the corner of her lips.

She deliberately raised her voice and said loudly to Gao He, "Brother Gao, some people are just overestimating themselves and coming to participate in this competition. It's a waste of their spots. Don't cry when they lose everything." After saying that, she exaggeratedly tilted her head back and laughed loudly, her laughter full of sarcasm.

Fang Xiaobei already harbored resentment towards Ye Keke, and upon hearing this, his face instantly darkened. He clenched his fists, took a step forward, and glared at Ye Keke: "Who are you talking about? Don't think you're so great. The competition hasn't even started yet, and the outcome is still uncertain!"

Ye Keke, however, paid no attention to Fang Xiaobei's anger. Instead, she took a step forward, crossed her arms, and looked Fang Xiaobei up and down with disdain: "Oh, I'm talking about you. What, you're not convinced? You think you can stand out in the food competition? I think you'd better go home as soon as possible to avoid making a fool of yourself."

Seeing this, Gao He quickly stepped forward and grabbed Ye Keke, whispering, "Keke, stop making a fuss, let's go register first." Ye Keke suddenly shook off Gao He's hand and snorted coldly, "Brother Gao, you're too soft-hearted. Today I'm going to show this arrogant guy what I'm capable of."

Fang Xiaobei's face flushed with anger. Xia Zhi quickly stepped forward and pulled him back, whispering in his ear, "Xiaobei, don't fall for her provocation. Let's ignore her and let our skills speak for themselves on the field." Fang Xiaobei gritted his teeth, glared fiercely at Ye Keke, and turned to leave, saying, "Fine, let's see how long you can be so arrogant. We'll see who's the real deal on the field!"

Watching Fang Xiaobei's departing figure, Ye Keke shouted after her, "Just you wait, I'll beat you to a pulp!" Then, she swaggered into the hall to register, her arrogant demeanor drawing stares from those around her. At that moment, Ye Keke resembled a haughty peacock, striding confidently towards the registration area. The kitchen utensils on her back and the purse at her waist swayed wildly with her exaggerated steps, each movement seeming to proclaim her uniqueness to those around her. Before she even stopped, she suddenly tilted her head back, her nostrils almost pointing to the ceiling, and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Hey! Register me, we want to participate in the culinary competition in three days!" Her voice was sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping glass, instantly penetrating the noisy air of the hall, drawing stares from everyone.

At this moment, a kind-looking middle-aged man frowned and whispered to his companion, "Why is this girl so rude?" Unfortunately, Ye Keke's sharp ears caught this. Like a powder keg ignited, she instantly exploded, turning around abruptly and rushing towards the man, pointing her finger at his nose and shouting, "You country bumpkin, say that again if you dare! How dare you talk about what happens to me?" The man was startled by this sudden attack and took a few steps back, a look of fear on his face. But feeling that he hadn't said anything wrong, he stammered in rebuttal, "That's true, making such a racket and not knowing how to respect people."

Upon hearing this, Ye Keke flew into a rage, clenching her fists and waving them in the air: "What do you know! I, Ye Keke, am born to reign supreme in the culinary world. You mediocre people are only fit to carry my shoes!" Seeing this, the people around began to point and whisper about Ye Keke's unreasonable behavior.

Gao He stood to the side, a hint of embarrassment on his face. He gently tugged at Ye Keke's sleeve and whispered, "Keke, let's keep a low profile. The competition hasn't even started yet." Upon hearing this, Ye Keke turned around abruptly, her eyes blazing with anger: "Brother Gao, how can you be so cowardly! I want everyone to know that I, Ye Keke, am the best, and they all have to fawn over me!"

The old man sat at the registration desk, coughed heavily, and said with displeasure, "If you want to register, be quiet and don't cause trouble here, or you'll all get out!" Ye Keke then calmed down a little, but still muttered various threatening words.

The old man shook his head helplessly, picked up a brush, and wrote her name in the registration book. Ye Keke snatched the registration book, looked at her name, and a smug smile spread across her face. The smile was twisted and arrogant, as if she had already stood at the top of the world, trampling everyone under her feet. She held the registration book high, waved it around in front of everyone a few times, and let out a sharp laugh. Then she swaggered away from the registration area, muttering about her glorious victory, completely ignoring the disgusted looks from others, and unable to extricate herself from her own arrogant world.

Gao He watched Ye Keke's retreating figure, sighed helplessly, and quickly followed after her. He silently hoped that her arrogance wouldn't cause them too much trouble in the competition, and that he would also find a way to get her to rein in her temper and focus her energy on the game.

Leaving the venue, Fang Xiaobei was still flushed with anger, his chest heaving. Clenching his fists, he gritted his teeth and said, "That Ye Keke is so arrogant! Just because she has some skills, she acts so domineeringly. Does she think this competition is her own private affair?" Xia Zhi gently patted Fang Xiaobei's shoulder and sighed helplessly, "Xiaobei, don't get yourself worked up. She's just trying to provoke you; we can't fall for her trick." Fang Xiaobei suddenly stopped, turned to Xia Zhi, his eyes filled with resentment, "I just can't stand it!" "With that attitude of hers, she's already showing off before the competition even starts. Once we get to the competition, I'll definitely teach her a lesson she won't forget!" Xia Zhi nodded slightly, her eyes resolute. "Yes, with the dishes we've prepared so carefully, we're not afraid of her. We'll use our strength to shut her up on the field and see how arrogant she can be then." Fang Xiaobei took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Okay, Xia Zhi, let's go back and work even harder. We must teach her a lesson in this competition and let everyone see her true colors."

Let's look at the other side of the hall.

The hall was bustling with noise and activity as people surged to register, completely crowding the registration area. Looking out from the main entrance, the dense crowd stretched like a vast, endless sea of ​​people. Long, winding queues formed at the registration tables, slowly inching forward like dragons.

The contestants came from all corners of the country and from all walks of life. Some were elegantly dressed noblemen, accompanied by a retinue of servants, showcasing their families' wealth and power; others were simply dressed commoners with resolute eyes. Though their belongings were meager, they clutched their prized cooking utensils, their eyes gleaming with a passion and dedication to food. Some chatted quietly in small groups, exchanging information about the unique characteristics of ingredients and cooking techniques from different regions, their words revealing a mixture of curiosity and wariness. Others stood alone, intently rehearsing their dishes in their minds, their hands unconsciously mimicking cooking motions, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding noise.

In a rush to secure one of the limited spots, some people disregarded their image and pushed forward, shouting, "Make way, I'm here first!" "Don't cut in line!" The shouts and arguments filled the air. The guild guards responsible for maintaining order were extremely busy, sweating profusely as they weaved through the crowd, shouting hoarsely, "Everyone, don't push! Line up, one at a time!" But their voices were quickly drowned out by the cacophony of voices.

Amidst the bustling crowd, the aromas of various ingredients and spices mingled: the fishy scent of fresh shrimp, the fresh fragrance of vegetables and fruits, and the rich aroma of a variety of spices. These scents intertwined, creating a unique and intense atmosphere, as if telling the story of the fierce and brutal nature of this culinary competition. Every contestant knew that this competition was fiercer than imagined, with countless experts vying for the top. Yet, driven by their love for food and their desire for glory, they threw themselves into the fray without hesitation, hoping to showcase their talents on this stage and win their own honor, undeterred by any difficulties ahead.

A culinary competition, a battle for honor, has begun amidst this lively atmosphere.