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Hisako Arato never imagined that Erina was capable of such a thing. In her eyes, Erina was sowhat reserved in matters of the heart, because Hisako Arato also understood the term "tsundere." And tsunderes, in matters of affection, don’t like to initiate; they feel that if they’re too forward, others might not cherish their goodwill. This personality trait also suppresses their emotions, making them conservative.
Lack of frankness is also a primary characteristic of this personality. But Erina was so frank in front of Renz, so frank that it gave Hisako an enormous sense of contrast.
Grabbing soone’s tie and licking your lips at close range! Damn it. This blockhead was also an idiot. Why hold back at a mont like that? Just go straight for the kiss!
Renz not kissing was sothing Hisako Arato hadn’t expected. Although Hisako Arato saw Erina’s extended finger, which blocked Renz’s next move and had a hindering effect, but you’re a man! You’re a big man, why wouldn’t you just push through and kiss her?
Coward! What was he doing talking about gentlemanly etiquette at a ti like this? If you just went for it, regardless of her resistance, and gave her a passionate kiss, that’s what would have the strongest impact on a girl. This applies to all couples in the throes of new love and marriage. She would absolutely not reject such an action, and in her heart, there would even be so subtle expectation and longing.
Girls only refuse such "kisses" if they don’t like you or see you as a backup. The setting was perfect, the atmosphere was perfect. This was a situation where one should press the advantage, but Renz didn’t take it. Hisako Arato was almost "dumbfounded" with frustration. It was like a perfectly set shot in billiards, a dead easy ball near the pocket, but then that scoundrel Renz had to play a flashy shot, adding spin and sinking the cue ball in the opposite pocket.
You’re an old married couple, you have a child! Just go for it, give Erina-sama a peck! What could she do to you? Kiss her once. If she’s annoyed, kiss her twice, until she doesn’t dare to flirt with you again. Wouldn’t you win completely then? He just doesn’t understand a woman’s heart.
In the back kitchen, Erina felt a sense of wistfulness. She
had "flirted" with Renz, and it felt great, teasing him until his heart itched. But after the flirtation, there was a kind of spiritual "exhaustion." The imagined, expected outco didn’t happen. Was she too aggressive, causing Renz to shy away from further action? That didn’t make sense. Although she had made a blocking gesture, it was clearly just a "superficial move."
Damn it.
"Ti’s up." Renz took a deep breath. "We should officially open for business. Hmm? Why do I feel like you’re a bit unhappy?" Renz could still detect subtle differences in Erina’s mood. First, there was secret joy, then solemnity, and finally, a bit of gloom. He could understand the secret joy. The solemnity was probably about preparing for the restaurant’s opening.
But where did this final gloom co from? Furthermore, Renz couldn’t for the life of him find a reason for the gloom. Hadn’t things been pleasant and easy all along?
Or had Alice’s words earlier had a delayed effect, and Erina was finally annoyed? But that explanation seed
too illogical.
"I’m not unhappy at all," Erina said, putting on a smile.
"Alright, alright, it’s ti to get to work!"
"The custors should be arriving too."
"Let them be conquered by our gourt feast!" Erina raised her fist. "This assessnt, it’s ti for Grandpa to see his son-in-law’s strength, isn’t it?"
Akira Hayama and the others’ reactions were, in a way, an acknowledgnt of their cooking skills, but re acknowledgnt wasn’t enough. They needed solid sales performance to prove themselves. Although it was a sha Renz didn’t achieve the effect Erina wanted, this wasn’t the ti to be dejected. It was ti to cheer up and get to work.
"The custor rush is coming. You two, please be careful.
It’s ti to greet the custors," Akira Hayama called from the back kitchen door, knocking on the fra.
Renz turned his head and said, "I’ll go greet the custors. You continue cooking here."
As night fell, vacationers from all directions of the resort headed towards the Gourt Street. The Gourt Street, a special feature of Totsuki Resort, attracted many tourists not just for vacationing or sightseeing by the sea, but primarily for its cuisine. As soon as Renz erged from the back kitchen, people were already seated inside.
Many aid for the established, popular restaurants on the Gourt Street, while others, tired of the usual, chose new establishnts to try sothing fresh. The custor flow to Renz’s side was noticeably smaller, still affected by his lack of fa. If he were more famous, the number of custors would certainly be higher.
"What dishes do you have here?" a middle-aged man who had found a seat casually asked. "Do you have a nu?"
"Hello, sir. You can simply take whatever dishes you like, and we’ll calculate the price and settle the bill when you’re ready to check out," Renz said from the side. Erina couldn’t handle this greeting task; she had a fiery temper and would directly show her displeasure to any rude custors.
Secondly, as the "God’s Tongue," it wasn’t suitable for her to be greeting custors. However, the Gourt Street did assign service staff. Renz was currently explaining the process to these waiters, showing them how to greet custors and what to do in Renz’s restaurant.
"No nu?" the middle-aged man in a suit frowned.
"We do, but I recomnd you help yourself to the dishes," Renz picked up a sparsely prepared nu list from the counter and handed it over. The middle-aged man scanned it, picking a few dishes. "Just these dishes," he said.
Renz motioned for the waiters to go to the food display area and bring over the ready-made dishes.
"Your dishes aren’t freshly made?" the middle-aged man asked with a skeptical tone, seeing a waiter take a dish from a large table where dishes were already arranged.
"No, they were prepared about half an hour in advance.
So dishes, if not made in advance, wouldn’t have enough ti to be prepared on the spot," Renz replied.
"Then forget it," the middle-aged man closed the nu, stood up brusquely, waved his hand, and said, "I’m not eating here."
Quite demanding... Many restaurant dishes are prepared and placed in the back kitchen, then served when the ti cos. Otherwise, if custors truly had to sit and wait one or two hours for their food to be made, it would be highly unreasonable. So, arguing about the freshness of dishes based on this point is purely nitpicking.
"Please take care, sir," Renz didn’t try to keep the custor. He was very straightforward. Eat or don’t eat.
It wasn’t like he was begging people to eat his food.
However, the middle-aged man’s departure did have a significant impact. So custors who were still observing also backed out, quietly standing from their seats and leaving without waiting for a waiter.
At the entrance, Dojima Gin looked confusedly at the departing custors. What’s going on? Are people’s tastes so picky these days? His delicious dishes were causing so many people to abruptly leave their seats?
But what did custors leaving have to do with Dojima Gin? He just wanted to complete the food tasting he hadn’t finished earlier.
"I’ll have another Tornado Shark Fin Sausage."
As soon as Dojima Gin entered the restaurant, he ordered the dish that had previously satisfied him so much. Even now, he was still savoring its lingering taste. His order caused so wavering custors to steady themselves again.
These people who wanted to leave hadn’t even tasted the dishes here; they just saw soone leave and subconsciously assud the restaurant’s food was ordinary. But seeing Dojima Gin, the resort manager, directly placing an order with an expression of pure enjoynt, these hesitant people suppressed their urge to leave and decided to try the dishes here.
Plate after plate of exquisite dishes were brought to the tables by the waiters. After these dishes were served, Renz clearly felt a pressure, a pressure from market demand, as he constantly moved between the back kitchen and the dining area.
The initially hesitant custors who were waiting inside steadily increased in number after Dojima Gin’s appearance. The middle-aged man who had been very dissatisfied earlier, seeing Dojima Gin remaining in Renz’s restaurant, lingered at the entrance for a long ti, hesitating. He eventually decided to re-enter Renz’s restaurant. And this was the effect of reputation. The effect of Dojima Gin’s reputation as a custor.
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