Miyazaki Ryūsei turned his head and saw a beautiful girl with silver hair looking curiously at his dish. Standing beside her was a young man, who seemed to be a classmate or something similar.
"Hey, hey, Satou, is this really Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?"
Alice Nakiri asked curiously; even she had never seen this dish.
"Hmm, it should be."
Satou nodded and said.
Traditional Buddha Jumps Over the Wall requires dozens of ingredients such as sea cucumber, dried scallops, abalone, shark fin, chicken, duck, and ham, simmered in a Shaoxing wine jar for more than ten hours, making it extremely difficult to prepare.
"Can we taste it?"
He asked.
"Ah, of course, no problem. Please enjoy."
Miyazaki Ryūsei smiled faintly and said very politely.
Seeing the defeated expressions on the Kitajo Restaurant chefs' faces, a trace of triumph flashed in his heart.
After being verbally attacked by him, and then tasting the extreme deliciousness of his dish, many chefs would have their confidence devastatingly shattered, feeling too ashamed to continue operating their restaurants, and then close down and leave.
Even if some people stubbornly continued to operate, they would lose customers because patrons witnessed this scene, and their business would plummet.
However, what he found somewhat strange was why there were no customers in Kitajo Restaurant today?
Logically, this restaurant's business was usually very good, wasn't it?
But despite his confusion, his goal for today had been achieved: many of Kitajo Restaurant's chefs had lost confidence in their own cooking.
So he smiled faintly and said, "Well then, consider this bowl of dish my welcome gift to everyone. Please take your time to enjoy it. I shall take my leave now."
After speaking, he turned to leave.
Unexpectedly, just then, he heard a faint voice from behind.
"Your dish really has quite a few flaws."
"What?"
Miyazaki Ryūsei's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly turned his head to look, seeing the young man holding a spoon and tasting the soup from the thermos.
"Now that you mention it, it really does seem so."
Alice Nakiri leaned close to Satou, licked a few times from his spoon, smacked her lips, and nodded, "Although it's very delicious, I always feel like something is missing."
"You two brats, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Miyazaki Ryūsei immediately breathed a sigh of relief, thinking these two students were probably just talking nonsense. "This is a dish that combines the essence of dozens of ingredients; it's an unparalleled delicacy."
"I didn't say there was a problem with the dish; I said there was a problem with how you made it."
Satou smiled and said.
Hearing him say this, the chefs of Kitajo Restaurant all turned to look.
Even the Kitajo father and daughter were startled.
"What a joke. You want to instruct me?"
Miyazaki Ryūsei shook his head with a laugh, feeling it was boring to argue with a student, and turned to leave.
"Although your dish uses many ingredients, you simply don't have the ability to control so many ingredients. Some ingredients are too prominent, while others are not distinct enough."
Satou shook his head and said, "It's like a piece of music, played by you in a chaotic manner, with the main and secondary parts reversed."
Miyazaki Ryūsei's steps instantly stopped.
He slowly turned around; his previous nonchalant expression had disappeared, replaced by a terrifyingly gloomy face.
"Who exactly are you? How do you know?"
He stared at Satou and asked.
He was well aware of his own problems; he truly couldn't master this recipe, and the problem was indeed as Satou described: the ingredients were too complex, and he couldn't perfectly integrate their respective flavors.
However, only extremely experienced chefs could taste this, and Satou looked like nothing more than a teenager. How did he know?
"Oh, Satou, now that you mention it, it really seems to be the case. Although the taste is incredibly delicious, it always feels like there's no theme, with all sorts of flavors, messy, like different military units fighting on their own in an army."
Alice Nakiri's eyes lit up, and she patted Satou's shoulder hard, saying, "As expected of my boy…"
When she reached the last word, she suddenly paused, remembering that Miyoko Hojo was still there.
"As expected of my male classmate!"
She said with a serious expression.
Satou gave her a speechless look.
Alice Nakiri stuck out her tongue at him and smiled playfully.
"Is it really as he said?"
"So, the gap between us and him isn't that big after all?"
The chefs at Kitajo Restaurant also discussed in surprise.
Miyazaki Ryūsei's expression was a little grim. Suddenly, he noticed the school uniforms on Satou and the other person, remembered something, and exclaimed, "Are you Far Moon students?"
"That's right."
Satou nodded.
Miyazaki Ryūsei felt even more confused. If it were the legendary God Tongue, who could discern the truth of his dish with a single taste, he could understand. But why was it a boy?
Or had the students of Far Moon already reached such a high level?
"But even so, you still can't make a dish that rivals mine, can you?"
Miyazaki Ryūsei smiled and said calmly, "The so-called Kitajo Restaurant is nothing special. In my opinion, it doesn't deserve the right to open a restaurant at all."
Miyoko Hojo frowned and said, "My father can also make a dish like that."
"Let me do it."
Satou stepped forward, then looked at Chef Kitajo and asked, "Can I give it a try?"
"Who are you to Kitajo Restaurant?"
Miyazaki Ryūsei asked with a frown.
"He's my daughter's boyfriend, so of course he can represent our restaurant."
Chef Kitajo laughed heartily and said.
Miyoko Hojo's face instantly turned bright red, and she looked at him with both shyness and annoyance.
Satou also felt speechless. At this moment, his arm suddenly hurt, and he turned to see Alice Nakiri glaring at him angrily.
"Actually, it's not like that."
He couldn't help but explain.
"Sorry, I just said that casually to make the other party believe it. I hope it didn't cause you any trouble?"
Chef Kitajo turned around and apologized to Satou.
Satou: "…"
You've already caused me trouble, okay?
"How can you say such things carelessly?"
Alice Nakiri puffed out her cheeks and glared angrily at Chef Kitajo, really wanting to blurt out, "I'm his girlfriend!"
Chef Kitajo looked at the young girl, feeling a bit helpless. He was also trying to help his daughter!
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