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

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Waiting for the definitive praise, or at least the awe-inspiring silence.

Her fingertips tapped her arm unconsciously, with a firm yet light touch.

The moment the juices burst between her teeth, Aoba's eyelashes drooped almost imperceptibly.

The taste... is very good.

From a professional chef's perspective, Kobayashi Rindou's mastery of this type of cuisine is sufficient to qualify him as the head chef of a five-star hotel.

"So, boss, since you're also a chef, what's your opinion?"

"A dish from the Elite Ten training program at Totsuki Academy."

Kobayashi Rindou couldn't wait any longer and looked at Aoba.

"Yes, in terms of taste, it is indeed much better than Erina's cooking."

Aoba commented.

This is an undeniable fact.

However, this dish isn't perfect, especially considering Aoba's current 1v2 super taste ability.

Once you take a bite, all the flavors of this dish are amplified, including its flaws.

"Erina?"

Kobayashi Rindou paused for a moment, then nodded speechlessly.

She's the second seat of the Ten Outstanding Individuals, so shouldn't she be stronger than the tenth seat?

"but..."

The next moment, Aoba's change of heart made her nervous.

"Even though you have a very good grasp of the heat, you still couldn't escape the fact that the inside and outside of the steak cooked at different rates. The heat was a little too low, which resulted in the inside being undercooked."

As soon as he finished speaking, Longdan's arm, which had been striking, suddenly stopped.

"And rosemary."

Chapter 194 Don't use style as a fig leaf! The Way of the Chef!

Aoba put down her knife and fork, picked up her water glass from the corner of the counter, and calmly said:

"I added a little too much rosemary, about 15 grams, which is about half a leaf."

"As a result, the aroma of rosemary cannot blend with other spices, and the clash of aromas masks the sweet aftertaste of the steak itself."

His tone was flat, as if stating a given fact.

Relying on her 1v2 super taste skill, Aoba's control over the texture and flavor of food is comparable to Erina's God Tongue.

Furthermore, due to his extraordinary culinary skills and mastery of the same 1v2 medicinal cuisine skill, his control over the flavor of spices is also incredibly meticulous!

Therefore, although this teppanyaki steak dish is indeed amazing

However, in Aoba's opinion, there are still many shortcomings.

However, his words seemed to be hard for the fiery red chili pepper-like girl next to him to accept.

Momoko Akane's worried expression froze instantly, then turned into incredulous astonishment.

Was the cooking time slightly off?

Fifteen grams more rosemary?!

Boss, what kind of taste buds do you have?!

Could it be that it also has a God Tongue?

"What did you say?!"

Rindou Kobayashi's voice suddenly rose, sharp with an offended tone, and the confidence on his face was replaced by a flush of anger.

He leaned forward, slammed his hands on the table, and stared intently at Qingye:

"impossible!"

"As a chef, I have no problem with controlling the heat, which is a fundamental skill. Moreover, I have adjusted the spice ratio countless times!"

"Boss, are you questioning the professionalism of the training program for the second seat of the Elite Ten...?"

"Or do you think your tongue is stronger than the Tongue of God?"

The questions began in rapid succession at the front desk.

Little Peach stared blankly at Kobayashi Rindou while holding the teddy bear, even her breathing became much softer.

She hadn't seen Gentian look like this in a long time.

Qingye ignored her fiery gaze and instead focused her attention back on the sliced ​​steak on the plate, its delicate pink center marbling clearly visible under the light.

He took a sip of water to wash away the lingering taste in his mouth.

"Don't rush..."

"Aside from these minor issues, do you know where your most critical weakness... no, I should say your flaw lies?"

Aoba looked up at Kobayashi Rindou.

Her long, wine-red hair, as red as a fiery chili pepper, was clearly defined, and the buttons on her white shirt were casually undone at the neck, revealing her well-defined curves.

Sweat dripped down her face with her rapid breathing, her eyes fixed on him as if he were her prey.

Just like the essence revealed in the dish.

Manic, wild, and untamed.

Aoba said calmly and indifferently:

"You have a good eye for ingredients. This steak is top-notch among all the other cuts of meat, with clearly defined muscle fibers... In Western culinary terms, it would be described as having strong tension between the meat's texture."

"Your approach deliberately preserves this resilient personality in your cooking, even amplifying it with exaggerated cooking methods, turning it into what you call your style."

. "

"Am i right?"

The words fell.

Longdan's pupils suddenly contracted, and the knuckles of his fingers, which were bracing themselves on the table, turned white instantly.

This is her most prized wildness, and it's what distinguishes her from the other ten heroes!

Aoba raised his head, his gaze meeting Kobayashi Rindou's eyes earnestly for the first time.

"But from a culinary perspective, it's precisely this stylized, untamed wildness..."

"This steak has a lingering, unpleasant smell that can't be removed!"

"It's like an untamed land, hidden beneath the aroma of meat and spices, disrupting the purity and harmony of the overall flavor."

"As the chef, you simply hid it away..."

"No, it should be that you embellish this place and present it as your unique wild style, but you haven't truly conquered it."

thump~

Aoba gently placed the water glass on the table and pushed the dish prepared by the second seat of the Elite Ten to Kobayashi Rindou.

"I must admit, your cooking techniques did exceed my expectations, but in terms of taste and culinary philosophy..."

"You're not even as good as Erina."

That's my assessment.

A hammer is fixed.

boom--!

Aoba's words were like an invisible thunderclap in Kobayashi Rindou's ears!

The color drained from her face instantly, and her arm, which was resting on the table, began to tremble violently.

That mistake, which she had touted as her own style, which she herself had vaguely noticed but deliberately ignored, and even convinced herself to truly regard as her personality, was now being laid bare so nakedly!

The entire izakaya was so quiet that only the low hum of the exhaust fan could be heard.

Momoko Akane stared blankly at Rindan's face, which had turned pale in an instant, with her pink lips parted.

She knew it.

That was the horror of having the very foundation of a chef's faith shaken!

"This...this is my style!"

Kobayashi Rindou suddenly sat up straight, her voice sharp and piercing, as if a sore spot had been hit, with even a slight tremor that she herself was unaware of.

Like a ferocious beast whose tail has been stepped on, Lin Si tried to defend its territory with a final roar.

"Wild! Unrestrained! Full of power!"

"This is my cooking!"

"It's not a mistake that needs to be corrected!!!"

She stood up and waved her arms, trying to overwhelm the other person's calm and all-knowing gaze with her last bit of momentum.

But this wouldn't work at all for a former head chef of state banquets.

In cooking, whoever shouts the loudest isn't necessarily right.

Aoba silently watched as Kobayashi Rindou's fangs bared in anger, and sighed helplessly:

"As a chef, you need to be able to make your own judgments. If you can't even listen to the advice of your colleagues, then I can only suggest that you change careers as soon as possible..."

"after all..."

He collected the bowls and chopsticks on the table and put them in the sink.

As the water flowed, the voice reached Kobayashi Rindou's ears.

"Sometimes, a diner's advice can be a hundred times more cutting than that of their peers."

Done.