Crossover Anime: This is an izakaya, but you're treating it like a brothel.

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The upper part of her kimono suddenly ripped apart!!

"His clothes were ripped open. (The last line appears to be a fragment and doesn't translate directly.)"

Hisako stared blankly at the scene behind her, then quickly reacted and rushed forward to hug Erina.

"Lady Erina!"

"You...you succeeded!!"

"Huh? Hmm!"

Erina was clearly still in a daze.

In the past, her cooking would only make her grandfather's clothes flutter, but this was the first time her clothes had actually burst open.

And this is just a simple dish that was replicated from the shop owner's recipe!

Suppressing her surprise, Erina couldn't help but turn her expectant gaze to Aoba.

"Mr. Store Manager?"

"Hmm, this is a very good egg fried rice."

Aoba first praised it, then scooped out a small bowl with a spoon.

Under the expectant yet strange gazes of the three, he silently finished eating it.

This. . .

Finished eating?

Erina stared blankly at Aoba's actions.

"Thank you for hospitality."

After Qingye said something with a smile, there was no further follow-up.

"that..."

Erina pressed for an answer.

"Manager, how is this dish?"

"delicious."

After putting down her chopsticks and wiping her mouth with a napkin, Aoba calmly looked at Erina.

"In fact... because of the high-quality ingredients, the flavor is much richer than the one I had last night."

"The rice from the black soil of the East, combined with the eggs from free-range black-shelled chickens, creates a perfect flavor combination for each ingredient."

"Even the amount of salt used is precise to the point of being almost perfect."

The words fell.

Erina Nakiri was completely stunned and stood there in place.

how come? !

Am I wrong?

Qingye looked at her expression with some confusion.

"Aoba-kun?!"

"Huh? Mr. Nakiri, what's wrong with you all?"

Senzaemon Nakiri looked at Aoba with a shocked expression, his shirt bare.

It was as if I had seen some strange creature.

"You also have the tongue of God?"

God's tongue?

Qingye suddenly realized.

Hmm...right.

I forgot I have a super sense of taste.

It's similar to the Tongue of God.

"No."

Aoba shook his head and denied it: "It's just that the taste is a little better."

Can this be described simply as having an excellent taste?!

Besides shock, Erina Nakiri's golden eyes also held an imperceptible hint of shyness.

God's Tongue. . .

No wonder her God Tongue seems to have evolved a bit more.

So it's because the store manager also possesses this ability!

Wouldn't that mean I indirectly kissed the shop manager...?

boom!

The young lady, still in the throes of first love, seemed to have a lot of romantic manga scenes popping into her head again.

Her eyes began to glaze over again.

Chapter 25 The Former Aoba? Just call me Erina!

"So, in your opinion, what's missing from this dish?"

"I asked Nakiri Senzaemon earnestly."

Even though the taste is exactly the same, the culinary concepts behind them seem to be completely different.

Just like a master who pioneered a new school of thought.

The former is a revolutionary innovation, while the latter...

It's nothing more than a clumsy imitation, a mere copy of a cat.

What's missing...?

Upon hearing this, Erina's eyes instantly cleared up considerably, like a kitten eagerly awaiting food.

"Then I'd like to ask Mr. Nakiri, what was the original intention behind founding Totsuki Culinary Arts?"

Aoba didn't answer; instead, he shook his head and looked at Senzaemon beside him.

In his opinion.

Whether for public or private reasons, Totsuki's fundamental goal is to cultivate a sufficiently excellent chef.

Food battles are merely a means of selection.

It's just that this method is too cruel.

"The original intention?"

Senzaemon's aged face showed a hint of nostalgia.

One of the initial reasons for establishing Totsuki Culinary Arts was to provide the Nakiri family with a sufficient foothold in the 19th ward.

Secondly, as someone who has embarked on the path of a chef, I naturally want to see a new generation of talented people emerge.

"Since it is a school, its goal is naturally to train excellent chefs."

Even now, the Nakiri family has a considerable business.

However, Senzaemon has not forgotten his original aspiration and continues to invest a lot of manpower and resources in Totsuki Academy every year.

They even hand over the catering services of their own hotels to Totsuki as an internship to train new chefs.

"So..."

"If the goal is to cultivate excellent chefs, isn't it a bit arbitrary to judge their merits and the quality of their dishes based on a single evaluation method like the Food Wars?"

Aoba looked at Senzaemon with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

Those eyes seemed to have witnessed countless years, which even shocked Senzaemon.

"This food battle method is too cruel."

“I also went through an apprenticeship, and I also enjoy competing with others.”

“Many times, my opponents, friends, and even teachers lose to me. When I beat them, I feel a great sense of accomplishment.”

"Back then, I firmly believed that there must be different levels of culinary skills, and that there would definitely be good and bad dishes!"

"But after experiencing some things, I realized that I was wrong to think that all the world's cuisine was nothing special just because I had a superficial understanding of cooking..."

"It's like sitting in a well and looking at the sky."

As Qingye spoke, a deep sense of nostalgia appeared in her eyes.

This lingering memory, like the gentle, cool moonlight, pierced straight into the hearts of Erina and Hisako.

For a moment, both master and servant were momentarily lost in thought.

The appearance of the young man in front of me, the Master of the Ling River, was also slightly blurred.

They seemed to see a mature adult who had endured countless hardships yet remained peaceful and wise, sitting in front of them.

It gently tells the story of the past.

Even the worst cook will have his customers...

"What remains on the surface is merely the flavor of various seasonings and ingredients mixed together, while what truly remains is emotion."

"Some foods are cherished and longed for throughout life, while others are taboos and sources of pain for a lifetime."

"The choice of discarding the lumps (nine) and the selection of the materials for each process involves twists and turns and hidden stories."

Even if the food is really bad, there will always be people who eat it with a smile.

"They would even fight over the food and say it was the best dish in the world."

"Can that kind of food be simply judged as good or bad?"