In the high-class hospitality room of the Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt, another master chef presented his signature dish on the table, offering it to the deities for tasting.
"Seared tuna, please enjoy." The chef confidently presented the dish before the two deities.
Although he didn't know who the two won in traditional Tang garnts were, it didn't stop the confident chef from presenting his proudest dish to the diners.
Looking at the food before her, the eyes of the Matchmaking God were filled with curiosity. She had eaten so many delicious foods recently that her horizons had greatly expanded, but her curiosity for tasty things was still irresistible.
"How was this made? The tuna doesn't seem raw," the Matchmaking God asked the chef, voicing her doubts.
"As everyone knows, tuna is most delicious when eaten raw, and its deliciousness cos from the iron elent and sourness, which is the sweetness of the blood in the flesh. Heating would destroy this sweetness, so under normal circumstances, if one wishes to enjoy the deliciousness of tuna, it can only be made into sashimi or sushi." Hearing the Matchmaking God's question, the chef explained with confidence, "But this also restricts the chef's processing of tuna. Not being able to heat it ans many cooking thods can't be used, yet heating would destroy the most delicious flavor of the tuna flesh, which is undoubtedly a dilemma.
Since I am a French chef, and heating is a foundation of French cuisine, I've always been trying to cook tuna with heat. I tried many thods and failed countless tis, but finally, I thought of a way, which is to heat the knife with hot oil, and in the instant of cutting the tuna flesh, to sear it but at the sa ti to preserve the fish's deliciousness to the greatest extent. This is the seared tuna you see before you."
After explaining, the chef reached out toward his proudest dish on the table, introducing his masterpiece to the two deities.
After listening to the chef's introduction, the Matchmaking God couldn't wait to pick up the knife and fork, while Uke Mochi softly applauded, "Quite impressive, one can see that you have put a lot of effort into this dish. Striving to present the most delicious food to the diners, that's the most important quality for a chef."
Having said that, Uke Mochi then picked up the cutlery on the table, gingerly cut a small piece of the food, and placed it into her mouth.
"Truly delicious." Uke Mochi savored the mont as she closed her eyes, not opening them until she had swallowed the mouthful of exquisite food, then let out a breath and opened her eyes, giving the chef before her the highest praise.
Even though the chef was very confident in his dish, his face revealed an excited expression upon receiving Uke Mochi's affirmation.
"Only the cooking that has received the approval of the Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt's two mysterious diners is the best cooking!"
No one knew how this saying started or when it ca about, but in Tokyo's culinary world today, it is an undeniable fact.
For this chef, the reward of mysterious ingredients after the urban legend's approval of his dish wasn't important; what mattered to him was receiving the approval of the two mysterious diners to prove himself, which was his purpose in coming here.
Now that he had successfully received affirmation, it undoubtedly proved his skills.
Seeing the chef so excited he couldn't contain himself, Uke Mochi rely chuckled lightly; a re mortal had earned the praise of the deities, and this pride was certainly deserved, even if the deities wouldn't mind the slight breach of etiquette.
"Suzuhi." Uke Mochi raised her hand to signal Suzuhi, indicating that she should give the prize to the chef.
After bowing in recognition, Suzuhi approached the chef and said, "Please follow , sir. The master has prepared a reward for you."
Having said that, she then led the still sowhat excited chef out of the room.
Watching the chef follow Suzuhi out, Uke Mochi tasted another bite of the food on the table before asking the Matchmaking God, "Xiao Yuan, has there been any change with that couple recently?"
"Ah! I was just about to talk about that! There's been a change in their Red String of Fate! A new Red String of Fate has extended from the man, signifying the birth of a new destined relationship, but it hasn't connected yet." The Matchmaking God swallowed the food in her mouth before reporting to Uke Mochi, "However, even with the ergence of a new Red String of Fate, there's been little effect on the original one; their connection remains stable."
Uke Mochi wasn't surprised to hear this and simply nodded slightly, "It seems the efficiency of our Demigod Sir is comndable; things are progressing as he has planned."
"The Demigod Sir has a plan?" The Matchmaking God asked with so curiosity.
Compared to Uke Mochi, the Matchmaking God was sowhat childlike and displayed a lack of maturity in her approach to issues and problems.
"Of course, the Demigod Sir is planning how to resolve this matter." Uke Mochi simply smiled without offering further explanation.
Hearing Uke Mochi say this, the Matchmaking God nodded without asking more, continuing to enjoy the al before her. The seared tuna suited her palate so well, she couldn't help but want to eat more.
Uke Mochi felt more pity than anything else for the Matchmaking God's still innocent and carefree character – it was like the way a sister pities her younger sibling.
Perhaps it was precisely because of the Matchmaking God's purity that when she lost faith in humanity and destined relationships after her Shrine was destroyed, causing her to give up guarding the Red String of Fate, Uke Mochi took her to her own Divine Domain, allowing her to sleep, rather than letting her wander the Human World until she fell from the Shrine and perished.
Regrettably, even a hundred years of rest and recovery had not fully restored the Matchmaking God; now, she only seed to have recovered slightly from her state a century ago.
"Maybe I shouldn't have let her co out?" Uke Mochi couldn't help but think this, but she quickly shook her head to dismiss the thought.
In this age where all the deities were gradually declining and even perishing, the Divine Duty of guarding marital fate was extrely marginal. Though many people would pray for romantic connections, how many could carry a relationship through a lifeti? Every relationship blessed by the Matchmaking God that ended was another wound for her.
This childlike deity had already been scarred for a long ti, perhaps allowing her to lose her divine status was the most fitting treatnt for her back then?
Uke Mochi was uncertain about how to judge the situation, considering that even she herself now faced the dilemma of declining faith. If she could not break through the current state, with one third of all Japan's Shrines for support, she would eventually reach a point where belief would shatter, Divine Rank would fall, leading to oblivion and extinction.
Perhaps only by becoming like the Three Precious Children, ancient gods that exist without relying on faith, could one escape such a fate?
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