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Senzaemon Nakiri's deep gaze was filled with doubt, and this doubt gradually dissipated. He had a keen sense of realization, like a sudden discovery of a key elent: Erina and that brat's relationship was very unusual.
Honestly, Senzaemon Nakiri wasn't an illiberal person; he supported freedom in marriage, much like Azami Nakiri—oh, Azami Nakamura—once was. In the beginning, Azami Nakamura was also an outstanding student at Totsuki Academy. The dishes he made once satisfied Senzaemon Nakiri. Even his character earned Senzaemon Nakiri's appreciation.
Azami Nakamura originally had no chance of being adopted into the Nakiri family, but it was his attitude towards cooking and his character that Senzaemon Nakiri chose to trust, which ultimately led to a "family tragedy." Senzaemon Nakiri did not want to repeat history.
Having stumbled once, he couldn't afford to stumble again. He had observed Azami Nakamura for three years, throughout his diligent studies at Totsuki Academy, and still misjudged him. Senzaemon Nakiri didn't want to be wrong again. Erina was a pitiful child; if she encountered another man unworthy of trust, the consequences would be unimaginable... Senzaemon Nakiri thought of this, and a flicker of determination flashed in his eyes.
On the other side, the evaluation team mbers had thoroughly photographed all the dishes on the table. So food program personnel seed to be offering comntary to everyone present. This comntary wasn't about the dishes themselves but rather a comrcial value assessnt. Chefs who make dishes and beco head chefs of large or high-end restaurants can earn stable inco long-term.
However, opting for a relatively entertainnt-oriented path is also a chance for success. At Totsuki Academy, the person with the greatest comrcial value was undoubtedly Erina. Her God's Tongue, her Nakiri family background, her looks, and her ability—all were her winning assets.
However, precisely because of her imnse comrcial value, Erina's worth was too high for ordinary programs to afford. Only mainstream television stations had the capital to invite Erina for collaboration.
Right now, after evaluation, the person with the highest comrcial value was undoubtedly Eishi Tsukasa. Although this Totsuki First Seat was completely defeated by soone else's dish, Eishi Tsukasa's personal image and his specialty cuisine were all widely popular in Japan. They epitomized elegance and gentlemanliness.
"Alright, Director-sama, you may proceed with your culinary evaluation." After photographing the dish presentations, the photographers communicated with their team, and soone gestured for the Director to begin the tasting. Senzaemon Nakiri had his own reasons for inviting these evaluation teams. He wanted to create comrcial value for his students, increasing their visibility. So students ca from disadvantaged backgrounds, and Senzaemon Nakiri wanted to leverage his influence to add comrcial value to those from relatively difficult family circumstances.
At least, they could eat well while pursuing the cuisine they desired. His mind was already brewing the outline of a competition, using its nature to generate so comrcial value for these students.
"Then let's start by tasting Erina's table," Senzaemon Nakiri said, pointing. The kind of person dictates the kind of dish they make. A flamboyant person might create wild dishes that excite the at's texture, making it grow wildly. There's also a saying in the culinary world: cuisine is the chef's inner world. Senzaemon Nakiri wanted to feel the ideas that Erina and Renz wished to convey.
He took his chopsticks, picked up a crystal glutinous rice dumpling, and put it in his mouth. The texture was soft, the mouthfeel excellent. The mont his teeth touched the glutinous rice, it seed to lt naturally, almost effortlessly chewed. This rice was very suitable for the elderly and children.
The taste of the rice carried a faint sweetness. He placed his spoon on the golden stead egg, scooped a mouthful, and swallowed. The golden egg liquid released a warm sensation in his mouth, traveling down his throat to his stomach. This warmth brought a sense of unrestrained comfort throughout his body.
It seed that the aroma from this very stead egg had enticed his appetite. Senzaemon Nakiri evaluated in his mind. These dishes were very suitable for children, patients, and the elderly. Because such people generally have poor appetites, a certain cooking technique is needed to incorporate an appetizing aroma into the dish. Renz and Erina had done just that; this stead egg contained an appetizing spice as its catalyst.
Even more noteworthy was one of the ingredients in this golden stead egg: Gigeria galli (chicken gizzard lining). Also known as chicken gizzard or chicken pouch, it's the organ in a chicken that temporarily stores food. It's located from the chicken's neck down to its chest. However, improperly handled Gigeria galli can appear sowhat unclean, similar to a stomach, containing undigested food residue.
Therefore, many people dislike using this ingredient, which can impart a "traditional Chinese dicine flavor," as part of a dish's structure. If a less skilled chef were to use this ingredient, they might even produce an "off-flavor," making it very demanding of the chef's skill. The ingredients provided by Totsuki Academy were, of course, pre-cleaned and processed, and the chicken used was not just ordinary fard chicken.
Unknowingly, Senzaemon Nakiri had eaten more than half of the crystal glutinous rice on the table, and a large portion of the golden stead egg in his hand was also gone. This golden stead egg, with Gigeria galli as its structural body, could indeed aid digestion and strengthen the stomach. However, the secret of this stead egg was far more complex than it seed on the surface.
Wait a minute! How did I inadvertently eat so much? Senzaemon Nakiri only then realized that he had almost emptied Erina's table of dishes. While eating, he hadn't felt like he was eating that much; he had felt continuously hungry, wanting to eat more, and didn't feel full. But upon reflection, Senzaemon Nakiri noticed that his appetite felt as if it had been "deceived."
He had already eaten many dishes from the individual matches. He was originally in a state of being semi-full. Senzaemon Nakiri had thought he would just have a little taste, but he hadn't expected that every bite made him feel it wasn't enough, that he wasn't full yet, and could eat a little more, and then, by accident, he was full? This dish felt like it was made to trick children! To trick those children who wouldn't eat properly.
Thinking of this, Senzaemon Nakiri ticulously summarized the characteristics of all the dishes on the table and their target audiences. The bowl in his hand froze there, and a chilling thought suddenly popped into his mind. "A dish dedicated to 'the future'?!"
Could it be... Could it be that Erina had already prepared to cook for her child? Then who was the child's father?
Could it be that brat?!
Inside the venue, the temperature suddenly dropped several degrees, affected by an invisible aura. The usually amiable Director Senzaemon Nakiri's face was fluctuating between green and yellow. His eyes darted between Renz, shifting from scrutiny to judgnt, sotis filled with a terrifying, murderous intent, and other tis displaying a "benevolent" old man's smile that didn't reach his eyes.
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