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Scene: Outside Le Grand Paris Hotel.
A doorman opened the Agreste car door and Mr. Cheng got out of the car along with Adrien.
"Cheng Shifu," The mayor walked towards Mr. Cheng, grabbing his hands. "I am delighted and honored to have you on our final show, where you will have the chance to defeat all of the chefs who have competed thus far."
Mr. Cheng nods his head began walking into the hotel with Marinette and Adrien.
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"Tell us Cheng Shifu, what dish will you be honoring our panel with today?" Alec asked the man, holding the mic to him.
Cheng looked confused, he then looked over to Adrien, who muttered the Chinese translation to him.
"My dish is, Celestial soup," Cheng said to Alec.
"Wow! I've heard so much about your legendary Celestial Soup, but today we'll actually get to taste it!" Alec pumped his fist.
The broadcast then ended.
"Would you like me to come with you, Cheng Shifu?" Adrien asked.
"No thank you, Adrien. Cooking needs no words." Cheng then walks away with Alec.
Marinette walks up to Adrien. "Thanks, Adrien. I'm... totally sorry for bothering you for nothing. I really thought he couldn't speak English. I should've learned Chinese."
She could've been learning when she was young, but... okay then.
"No problem Marinette," Adrien scratches the back of his head. "It was awesome to be able to practice my Chinese, especially with a Shifu,"
"A Shifu?" Marinette was confused.
"That means "Master" in Chinese. Your Mom's Uncle is a great master!" Adrien praised.
"Well, look who it is!" A familiar voice says, startling Marinette and.
The blue-haired hypocrite turned to see it was Chloé.
"My favorite person, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I mean, seriously? Does your great-uncle really expect to win the contest with a soup? It's not even a main dish, it's an appetizer. Why didn't he just make a Chinese main course like Kung Pao Chicken?" Chloé crosses her arms.
"Well, he's not like "everyone else," Marinette quoted the words. "My great-uncle is the best chef in the world. His soup is legendary!"
"I don't know about that," Gloria's voice was heard.
The trio turned to see the Moreau girl approaching with a brown and white bulldog cradled in her arms.
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