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However, despite his grandfather's attitude in making the request to Aoba, he was rejected three times in a row.
This made Erina, who valued the reputation of the Nakiri family extremely, feel a sense of being looked down upon.
Coupled with Aoba's disdain for Yueyi Lingyi 7 Wujiu Jiu Shikigami, it became even more difficult for her to maintain her composure.
"Nakiri-kun, is there anything else?"
Aoba looked at the restless girl and asked in confusion.
"Manager, although I don't know why you dislike food battles, could you grant me a request?"
Erina's tone was restrained yet agitated.
It's like a volcano lurking beneath a thick layer of ice, gathering strength for an eruption.
"Eh..."
Aoba, who always disliked trouble, wanted to refuse, but Hisako poked his lower back with her finger from behind.
Even without turning around, he could feel the secretary's extremely strong resentment.
This. . .
"Okay, you say."
There's no way around it; you're beholden to someone who feeds you.
Having just gotten the better deal, he really couldn't bring himself to refuse.
The moment she agreed, the finger poking behind her turned into a caress, as if she was very happy with Aoba's decision.
This gave Aoba the illusion that he was teasing a kitten.
"Thank you, Mr. Manager."
"I'd like to cook a meal here today, and I hope you'll do me the honor of tasting it..."
Chapter 24 Recreating the Golden Fried Rice! You also have a divine tongue?!
She was once hailed as the nightmare of all chefs in Japan.
Once a chef is labeled as lacking talent by her, their life is over.
And right here.
Inside the Nakiri family's kitchen.
This was the first time she had so sincerely asked the other person to evaluate her cooking.
Regardless of her previous personality.
But upon seeing this, Senzaemon Nakiri's expression of disappointment finally changed.
The culinary worldview distorted by Azami Nakiri seems to have been reversed by Aoba's glowing dish last night.
"Erina..."
Seeing Erina's resolute expression, Senzaemon once again pleaded with Aoba.
"Aoba-kun, please!"
"Please, as an old man taking advantage of my age, could you please stay a little longer?"
hiss...
It's really troublesome.
Aoba rubbed his temples. If he had known he would encounter these things today...
He would be happy to eat Sister Miao's bread for a whole week.
"Manager..."
At this moment.
Hisako, who was half a step away from him, also pressed close.
Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with tears, and she shyly leaned closer.
Her voice was even more plaintive and heartfelt than when she was in the car earlier.
"Please help Lady Erina."
Hisako's temperament is somewhat weak, perhaps because she has served as Erina's secretary for a long time.
Even in simple kitchen clothes, it couldn't be completely concealed.
Looking at the secretary's delicate and frail appearance so close to him, his eyes held a captivating beauty.
Aoba's eyes trembled.
I always feel like my secretary is controlling me.
In particular, the secretary and the chef consumed a small grapefruit that was beginning to take shape.
In the end, he had no choice.
He shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Fine."
"what!?"
Upon hearing that the shop manager had finally agreed, Erina's face showed obvious surprise.
He hurriedly bowed to Qingye, causing the two small watermelons in front of him to sway slightly.
"Thank you so much, Manager!"
This time, in her most familiar kitchen, she can definitely produce an even more amazing dish than last night.
If we can satisfy the store manager, we might be able to change his mind.
Erina, once inside her comfort zone, is like a conductor orchestrating harmonious flavors in the kitchen.
The knife tip dances lightly, and kitchen utensils clink together.
One after another, masterpieces of perfect flavor combinations, unique to this "tongue of gods," are born from her hands.
Even though both of Aoba's previous lives were chefs, he was also personally taught by a master chef of state banquets.
He also had to admit it.
Erina, who stays in the kitchen, has an unparalleled charm!
That was a unique charm that belonged only to her, like a general commanding the battlefield of taste!
"Lady Erina..."
The three people watching this culinary feast were completely captivated by Erina's cooking skills. Hisako was completely mesmerized.
For Secretary Koko, Erina was more like a source of emotional support.
He was sent to Erina's side by his family when he was young, and everything he said and did was for Erina's sake.
Growing up in such an environment for a long time.
Hisako will take all the qualities that Erina embodies as her faith.
This is not a good thing for the secretary's development.
but. . .
Who made her the one who chose her? 'Erina Nakiri'.
Sometimes, just one surname is enough for an ordinary person to strive for but never achieve.
"Why..."
Senzaemon was even more surprised as he watched Erina's fluid movements.
As the headmaster of Totsuki Academy, he often served as a judge for the Academy's Food Wars and was well aware of his granddaughter's culinary limits.
As one of the Elite Ten of Totsuki Academy, she is indeed very strong.
Even among the top ten, Erina's cooking skills only ranked last.
But now. . .
He could tell from visual perception alone that Erina's cooking skills had improved significantly.
It seems that even if Erina only takes Aoba as a role model, she can grow to an incredible level.
It didn't take long.
Flames collided with ingredients, and a nearly impeccable dish was placed in front of Aoba and Senzaemon.
“Please enjoy!”
Looking at the golden-brown fried rice in front of her, Aoba couldn't help but smile.
Then he turned his gaze to the blonde girl.
Did you not sleep at all last night?
Is this a special tribute to his glowing dishes?
Erina Nakiri blushed slightly as Aoba stared at her.
The golden fried rice last night left a very deep impression on her.
Even with the tongue of God, it was impossible to find any flaws.
Not to mention she was able to replicate it using her culinary skills.
She made this dish solely to get guidance from Aoba.
I want to see just how much I still need to improve compared to the store manager!
"Hmm~?"
"let's start."
Seeing this, Senzaemon understood Erina's meaning and took the lead in tasting it.
next second.
Hiss—!