ChatNoir: i assume uve heard about the worlds greatest chef competition? isn't it so cool that so many chefs from around the world are coming to make such great dishes??

LadyBug: ikr, how cool!! who do u reckon will win?

ChatNoir: idk, everyone has to be rlly good to get in. i reckon itll be tight

LadyBug: probably, but still. someones got to win

Knock, knock!

LadyBug: sorry i gtg, i suppose we'll find out soon!

ChatNoir: that we will, have fun with whatever ur doing

Marinette closes Miraculous, and opens a translator on her phone. She grabs the bunch of flowers from the table, takes a deep breath, and opens the door.

"Uh," she says, "welcome Mari you're at Nette's, I mean welcome to Marinette's, you're Chinese! No, no, no! In Mandarin!"

The translator app blurts out something, but Marinette has no idea what it's said. Her great-uncle, Wang Cheng, stares at the phone for a second before he smiles and says something in Chinese.

"Hello," says the translator app. Marinette awkwardly hands him the flowers.

"Welcome to my home," she says to the app. "My name is Marinette. Ugh, this is so lame."

It's just typical of her luck that the app malfunctions, and starts to repeat her last sentence. Marinette wants to find a hole and stay in it forever. She closes the app, lets Wang Cheng inside and calls Alya.

"Alya, you've got to help me. I don't know what to do. You know my mum's uncle? Not even a translator app is working!"

"Chill out, Marinette," Alya reassures her. "I got a solution. Hang in there, okay?"

"Thanks, Alya, you're the-" Marinette says, but the call ends before she can finish. She sits with her great-uncle for several minutes, but there's a knock on the door reasonably quickly. With relief, Marinette jumps up to get it.

She was expecting Alya, holding some sort of solution. She was not expecting Adrien.

"Hey, Marinette," he smiles.

"Adrien?" she squeaks. "What are you-?"

"Alya called me," Adrien says, and Marinette makes a promise to attack her friend when she next sees her. "She said you need someone who speaks Chinese? Well, here I am! Translator at your service."

"No!" Marinette says, before she cringes and backtracks. "I mean, yes! Uh, where's Alya?"

As if prompted by this, her phone beeps. She sees Alya's icon, and the message says you can thank me later.

Oh, she is going to kill that girl.

And the worst part? It turns out Wang Cheng can actually speak some English, and Marinette not only made a fool of herself in two languages but also bothered Adrien for nothing.

"It's no trouble," Adrien assures her, when Wang Cheng has been taken off to start making his legendary Celestial Soup for the competition. "It was awesome to be able to practice my Chinese, especially with a Shifu."

"A Shifu?" Marinette asks, feeling like an idiot. She's the Chinese one, and yet she doesn't even know one word.

"A 'master'," Adrien explains. "Your mum's uncle is a great master!"

Marinette smiles, but the moment is ruined by the voice that usually ruins moments.

"Oh, look who it is! My favourite person, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I mean, seriously? Does your uncle really expect to the win the contest with soup? It's not even a main dish! Doesn't he know how to make sushi like everyone else?"

Marinette scowls, annoyed, but Adrien speaks before she can.

"Japanese people make sushi, Chloe. Cheng Shifu is Chinese!"

"Besides," Marinette says, "he's not like everyone else. My great-uncle is the best chef in the world. His soup is legendary!"

"Well, I despise soup."

Marinette almost laughs. What an impressive comeback.

"So what?"

"Oh, didn't you know? I'm on the jury. Your uncle won't be getting my vote, that's for sure."

"Now that's what I call sinking to new depths," Marinette scoffs. "Just because you don't like me means you'll make sure my great-uncle doesn't get the chance of a lifetime? Talk about petty."

Chloe just gaps at her, reminding her of a goldfish.

"Anyway, he doesn't need your vote. The other members of the jury have much better taste." Marinette changes her tone of voice, mocking Chloe's own. "Oh, what am I talking about? You don't have any taste at all! I mean, look at what you're wearing!"

Chloe gasps, and storms away in a huff. Marinette can't help herself laughing.

"Wow, you really stood up for Cheng Shifu," Adrien says. Marinette turns pink. "He would've appreciated that."

"I'm not sure," Marinette says, her mind flashing back to her great-uncle tearing apart the flowers. "I don't think he likes me. He even ripped apart the bouquet I gave him."

"Cheng Shifu isn't just a chef, he's an artist," Adrien says. "He told me he was going to put the flowers in his soup. They must have been your flowers."

Marinette beams. Not long after, she and Adrien are fetched to go watch the tasting of the Celestial Soup. In her nervousness, Marinette has forgotten the marks of all the previous chefs. She just knows that, as the last chef in the competition, her great-uncle will have to do really well to beat everyone.

And he does. In fact, his marks are so high Marinette can hardly believe it, having never tasted the soup herself.

"Cheng Shifu's delicious Celestial Soup has received the highest marks overall, making you the overall winner!"

Mr. Bourgeois takes another spoonful of the soup.

"And it will soon be the Mayor's Special on the restaurant menu of my prestigious hotel!"

"Rock n' Roll! I can't wait to get home and write a song about soup!" Jagged Stone says, grinning at Marinette.

"Thank you, but no longer Celestial Soup."

Everyone stares at him.

"Now called Marinette Soup."

Marinette's face breaks out into a huge grin, and she's so relieved she can remember the Chinese word for thank you.

That evening, she draws her great-uncle his own episode of TP. She knows that he doesn't read it, but she needs an episode based on the competition, so she draws a character that looks suspiciously like Chloe going and sabotaging the soup.

ChatNoir: happy with the winner mlady?

Definitely! It was such an honour-

Marinette stops typing, and corrects herself.

LadyBug: i wouldnt know, i havent tasted the soup XD. better head over to the grand paris

ChatNoir: ikr, i want to taste it SO BAD

She can't help herself, but she takes another spoonful of the bowl of Marinette Soup that is sitting on her desk.

LadyBug: same