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Ryo Kurokiba had been curious about the taste of Renz's other dishes for a while. He had tasted the ran, and it was very much to his liking. As for the dishes in the individual matches, Ryo Kurokiba wanted to try many of them, but unfortunately, even the three judges couldn't finish them all.
In the team competition, there were finally so leftovers he could taste and appreciate. He wanted to see how delicious a dish could be that made Senzaemon Nakiri eat it all in one go and show such a satisfied expression.
Even before eating, Ryo Kurokiba felt his appetite stirred by the aroma. He wasn't as elegant as the judges; he didn't care about maintaining his image. He picked up a spoon, and his first bite...
Delicious! And he felt as if his stomach had expanded. His headband and his body trembled in unison. The spoon wouldn't stop shoveling the golden stead egg into his mouth. He reached for the last remaining crystal glutinous rice dumpling on the plate.
"Excellent!" Ryo Kurokiba took a deep breath. "It's been a long ti since I've eaten a dish that makes want to keep eating without stopping, especially this kind of dish." He liked strong-flavored dishes. dicinal cuisine like what Renz made had a lighter flavor, suitable for children, patients, and the elderly.
Ryo Kurokiba didn't typically like such dishes, but Renz's previous performance was too dazzling, coupled with the fragrant aroma emanating from these dishes. Ryo Kurokiba wanted to try it. He tried it, and felt utterly refreshed throughout his body! A warmth spread through his entire being, like a comfortable glow.
"Oh oh! This hawthorn!" Jun Shiomi's voice echoed nearby. Her finger gently touched the Rock Sugar Hawthorn. The syrup on it had beco a translucent, half-solid, half-liquid thin layer. She scraped so off and gently licked her finger. The sweet, yet not cloying, freshness perated her heart.
"They're all ho-style dishes, but the results are simply amazing!" Jun Shiomi comnted. Yes. The dishes were simple. However, after thousands of refinents, achieving perfect seasoning and zero mistakes, this dish, even the most holy one, would conquer the most discerning tongues. This was a dish that could satisfy even the "God's Tongue."
"Is it really that delicious?" Alice, who had been maintaining a "I don't eat it" expression, finally broke down. Last ti, Erina's dish had made her so greedy that she ate everything, leaving nothing. This ti, she wanted to be stubborn again, but her body, as a gourt, was surprisingly honest. Her bravado lasted less than three minutes.
"Superb!" Ryo Kurokiba gave a thumbs-up. "How about you try a glutinous rice dumpling? I think there's still a plate left in that pot."
"dicinal cuisine, it's not tasty, don't eat it," Erina said with a touch of "drama" in her voice. The reversal ca so quickly that Erina was actually quite grateful for classmate Ryo Kurokiba's swift defection. Without classmate Ryo Kurokiba's straightforward "surrender," Alice would probably have lasted another five minutes.
"Of course not, dicinal cuisine and all that, it's got a traditional Chinese dicine taste, I'm not eating it!" Alice fell for Erina's taunt. Her earlier defiance had lted away, but with Erina's words, she turned her head, feeling wronged, and said.
Renz was dumbfounded. You Nakiri family. Your family genes are really good. Wasn't this exactly the silly thing my foolish daughter Rina Nakiri specialized in? As soon as Erina provoked her, she'd get 100% annoyed, feel wronged, and start acting profound. And then, the next second...
Hand the item over. Her expression would imdiately change from cloudy to sunny.
"Then how about so Trella, Lily, and Lotus Seed Soup that doesn't have a dicinal taste?" Erina teased Alice. Seeing that wronged little face, the satisfaction of a successful counter-attack made her mood better and better. She held up a crystal-clear cup of Trella, Lily, and Lotus Seed Soup and said.
"No!" Alice turned her head and said.
"Suit yourself," Erina placed the bowl on the table very close to Alice's hand. Renz began to count down in his mind. 1... 2... 3... Excellent, she broke in five seconds. Typical of her.
Alice secretly reached out and touched the bowl. "I'm just thirsty, I want to drink so, no other aning, alright? It doesn't look like so strange concoction made from traditional Chinese dicine." Erina had completely grasped Alice's personality. Renz's mouth twitched slightly. Playing her own sister like a puppet.
"Hello, excuse !" A man in a suit suddenly walked up to Renz's face. He was radiant, speaking with an air of confidence. "I'm Eguchi Sugi, the associate director of the Food Production Group at Hirose TV. Our group is planning to produce a food talent show, and those who beco famous will earn a good salary per episode. Are you interested?" Eguchi Sugi invited.
"Food talent show?" Renz asked, "How much money?" He imdiately asked about money. Eguchi Sugi was stunned for a second. That was too direct.
"300,000 Yen per episode?" Eguchi Sugi thought for a mont and said. For financial operations, they would definitely start with a very low price. As an associate director, the most he could offer was 3 million Yen per episode.
Given Renz's previous appearance on the God's Tongue Review show and his performance in this friendly match, he should be worth about 700,000 Yen per episode. But for business negotiations, offering half the price is standard practice.
"Who are the judges?" Renz asked again. Eguchi Sugi listed a few nas. These were all Special Grade Chefs who currently served as food judges on popular variety shows. It's worth noting that "Special Grade Chef" isn't a difficult certificate to obtain; as long as one can make most dishes, simple or complex, the Special Grade Chef certificate can be acquired. What's truly valuable are Special Grade Chefs who erge from culinary competitions.
These nas were well-known in the variety food show industry, but... none of them had participated in the World Culinary Championship, not even achieving a symbolic championship title. They were rely filling up the space with "championships" from obscure local contests.
But such obscure contests could be faked; find soone to organize a competition, then invite a few diocre chefs, with all staff, judges, contestants, and opponents being your own people. How could you lose? Faking such "cup championships" and then having the audience hear a string of impressive-sounding nas would easily fool them, especially if you could talk smoothly and boast well.
Renz wouldn't go. Go for what? He wasn't stupid. This kind of food talent show sounded like a rigged, scripted show with internal dealings. If he went and earned this dirty money, being criticized by a few judges who knew nothing, and if those judges gave poor reviews and he didn't even win the championship, his culinary resu would be stained, becoming a dark history. Wouldn't going be a way of lowering his own value? Did they think he was a greenhorn? No need to lower his own standing.
If they wanted him to participate in such a food show, fine, but the judges would at least have to be on the level of his mother-in-law, Mana Nakiri, right? Others weren't worthy of evaluating his cooking. Not that caliber. Understand?
"No interest, find soone else," Renz refused.
"600,000 Yen per episode?" Eguchi Sugi raised the price again.
"Even if you gave 10 million Yen, I wouldn't go. I don't have the ti, okay?" Renz said helplessly. In the future, one of his dishes could sell for hundreds of thousands of Yen. For such a small profit, lowering his own value, and potentially dragging down Erina's value, wasn't worth it.
It reminded him. His mother-in-law, Mana Nakiri, the previous possessor of the God's Tongue, seed to have hosted a food show, and it was quite popular, running for three seasons. The chefs who erged from it, every single champion, made it into the top ten of the ESPN world rankings.
Having Renz participate in a competition like that would be more appropriate. At least the judge would be the previous generation's God's Tongue.
Moreover, challenging his mother-in-law's God's Tongue, Renz thought, sounded quite interesting. But for this kind of show he'd never even heard of, with judges who were just ordinary Special Grade Chefs and possibly involved in fraud, forget it. Renz was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back and would expose them on the spot without any courtesy.
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