Food Wars, My Dishes Don't Just Shine

"Okay, you'll order by scanning this QR code, right?"

"Yes."

Looking at the QR code on the table, Bai Yuan naturally took out his phone and scanned it. A menu popped up with all sorts of dishes.

"Alright, there's nothing more for you to do here. You can go back and rest now."

Looking at the information on his phone, Bai Yuan quickly ordered a few dishes. He looked up and saw that Hua Qi Qianxue had not left yet, so he spoke up.

"what?"

Instead of being invited to dine with Bai Yuan, they were driven away.

Hanasaki Chiyuki looked incredulous. What was wrong with this guy? She had been so proactive, didn't he realize her feelings for him?

In this situation, it would be better to invite the beautiful lady over for dinner, even if it meant paying for the meal afterwards!

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'll go get the dishes!"

Hanasaki Chiyuki stormed out of the private room. This guy is such a straight man, he can't even see that.

If she were to forcefully stay, it would make her seem rather shameless!

"Ugh..."

Watching Hanasaki Chiyuki's departing figure, Bai Yuan sighed softly. As a seasoned lover, he naturally couldn't possibly misunderstand Hanasaki Chiyuki's thoughts.

But compared to women, he still prefers cooking.

He was willing to accept Erina Nakiri and the others mainly because they were chefs, and becoming a couple would make it easier for them to exchange culinary skills in the future.

Besides that, we've spent so much time together that it's hard to let go.

Making the girl he had intimately punished, who had revealed her charming appearance, marry someone else was more painful for him than killing her.

As for women who fall in love with him after just one meeting, they would definitely rush towards someone even more handsome like a moth to a flame; there's no point in even talking to them.

Since that's the case, why not pretend to be straight and wait until this matter is over and the other party can't find him, then it'll be over.

Chapter 302 Refining Culinary Skills Through Trials and Tribulations, Finding and Filling Gaps Leads to True Knowledge

"I'm so mad, I'm so mad!"

Standing at the door of Baiyuan's private room, Hanasaki Chiyuki couldn't help but stomp her foot. Finally, she leaned against the wall and slowly slid down, her face filled with frustration.

Although she wanted to blame Bai Yuan for her failure on the fact that he was a straight man, her woman's intuition told her that he probably knew everything.

She was just deceiving herself, presumptuously believing that the other party didn't understand, and testing him step by step, but he didn't buy it and she didn't get the satisfactory result.

"I'm not ugly, and my figure is decent. I have curves in all the right places, and the feel of the skin when I take pictures of me is perfect."

As if she had thought of something, Hanasaki Chiyuki took out her phone, turned off the beauty filter, and took a picture of herself. A beautiful girl immediately appeared in the picture.

She raised her hand and patted her butt. The feel and elasticity were amazing. Logically speaking, no guy could possibly refuse her!

"Could it be... this guy has a girlfriend?! No, so many men cheat these days, even if he has a girlfriend, he should have feelings for me completely. That leaves only one possibility..."

If she didn't have any problems, then Bai Yuan is the one who has.

Even if you are loyal to your lover, you should only reject her at the very end. It's impossible to be completely unresponsive to her tender and affectionate advances!

Unless the other person doesn't like women at all.

"But if that's the case, won't my relationship end before it even started!?"

Thinking of this, Hanasaki Chiyuki showed a pained expression. No way!

"Miss Hanasaki, what are you doing here?"

Just as Hanasaki Chiyuki was standing at the entrance of the Shiraibu private room, feeling melancholy, Tadokoro Megumi, who was about to go to the cold storage to get the goods, stopped and greeted her.

"Oh, it's Xiaohui. I'm entertaining a guest here. And you?"

Upon hearing Tadokoro Megumi's voice, Hanasaki Chiyuki looked up and greeted her, briefly explaining why she was there, and then asked.

"I'm going to get some ingredients from the cold storage; we're running low on ingredients in the kitchen."

Thinking of her mission, Tadokoro Megumi moved her feet again, but considering that Hanasaki Chiyuki was there, she paced back and forth in place, looking like she wanted to leave but was too embarrassed to leave directly.

"Be careful on the road there."

"Ok."

After exchanging a few brief pleasantries, Tadokoro Megumi and Hanasaki Chiyuki passed each other, one going to the kitchen to wait for Shirabuchi's meal, and the other heading to the cold storage to get ingredients.

Bai Yuan was drinking tea in a private room, leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting.

He ordered a 12-inch Parma pizza, a pistachio and sea urchin pasta, an Italian cold cut of cheese, and a medium-rare tomahawk steak as his main course.

The waiting process was tedious, but thankfully, it was supervised by Hanasaki Chiyuki herself.

Less than ten minutes later, Hanasaki Chiyuki pushed open the door to the private room, carrying a Parma pizza and an Italian cold meat and cheese platter.

"The pasta and tomahawk steak need to be made to order. There's a queue ahead of us, and it'll probably take about twenty minutes."

"I understand."

Hearing what Hanasaki Chiyuki said, Bai Yuan nodded slightly, picked up the still steaming Parma pizza and put it directly into his mouth. This pizza needs to be eaten hot.

With one big bite, the fermented flavor perfectly complemented the aroma of the flour.

"Our family's food tastes pretty good, right? Everyone who has tried it says it's delicious. It even has a rating of 4.8 on Dianping (a Chinese review platform)."

Looking at Bai Yuan chewing on a Parma pizza, Hanasaki Chiyuki smiled and said that seeing him eating so happily made her feel much better.

Although the other party did not accept him, with such a flawless and handsome face, she couldn't get angry even if she wanted to.

"The salty, sweet, and sour flavors are perfectly showcased on the crispy yet chewy dough."

From kneading the dough to controlling the baking time, this dish has achieved a near-perfect level.

The thin, crispy crust is sizzling with charred charcoal, while the savory Parma ham fat melts like silk the moment it enters your mouth, mixing with your saliva.

The creamy flavor of aged Parmesan cheese crystallizes on the tongue with a crunchy texture, while the slightly bitter freshness of arugula pierces through the richness.

As you savor the final taste, the aftertaste reveals the flavor of Modena balsamic vinegar, like an amber lightning bolt cleaving through the clouds of taste, letting in the sunlight.

"A first-class pizza, seemingly perfect on every front, but the details are clearly not handled well, and there's a lot of room for improvement..."

The proportions of the ingredients, the baking time of the pizza, and the number of times the dough is kneaded—each of these may seem similar at first glance, but the final result can vary greatly.

After finishing the Parma pizza, Bai Yuan gave a fair assessment.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with such dishes as restaurant cuisine; in fact, they are among the best in terms of quality.

"However, this cold dish was a bit perfunctory. The cheese was nothing special, just the taste of ordinary fermented dairy products. It would taste better with some soda crackers."

Then comes salami, which is Italian sausage. The sausage is sliced ​​thinly and served directly. The dried beef is prepared in the same way.

If I'm not mistaken, these are all things the kitchen staff bought directly from outside because they were lazy.

Although the taste was not bad, it was mediocre; in layman's terms, it lacked any distinctive features.

It's quite obvious that it was machine-processed; your kitchen bought it and then sliced ​​it into thin slices.

After finishing the Italian cold meat and cheese platter in front of him, Bai Yuan put down his chopsticks and looked at Hanasaki Chiyuki, his voice tinged with helplessness.

To be honest, there's a big difference between the ones made in the shop and those bought from suppliers.

Homemade sausages often have a strong personal flavor, with varying lean-to-fat ratios that make them taste richer.

The difference lies in the seasonings added, which results in different final experiences.

The Italian sausage slices and dried beef slices in front of us didn't show any distinctive features from beginning to end.

It's like the data is pre-set on a precision instrument, and the produced product maintains an average level.

There were no obvious errors or omissions, nor anything particularly outstanding.

As a relatively upscale restaurant, this approach cannot be said to be wrong, but it is definitely not right either.

Customers paid for handmade items, so we can't just offer them machine-made ones.

Of course, most people can't taste the difference.

Thinking of this, Bai Yuan shook his head and sighed softly.

Hearing his words, Hanasaki Chiyuki felt a mix of emotions, and opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

She had assumed that the food at her restaurant would amaze him and make him like her, so she came specifically to see his reaction.

However, what she didn't expect was.

The restaurant's dishes received harsh criticism instead of praise.

The key point is that Bai Yuan's criticisms were all correct, and she really couldn't find any faults.

These cold dishes were all supplied through the supply chain. These are the ones that Tadokoro Megumi just went to pick up. It would be too time-consuming and laborious for the restaurant to make them itself.

But in this day and age, would anyone really be willing to diligently make time-consuming and labor-intensive dishes like Italian sausage and dried beef?

It seems a bit difficult...

Hanasaki Chiyuki kept complaining in her mind, but maintained a calm demeanor on the surface. She couldn't say such things to the guests, or things would get really bad.

"The development of the transportation industry has indeed changed many things."

Although it's an industrially produced product, it's not all bad for diners.

Bai Yuan picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. This kind of industrially produced food was still very delicious for someone trying it for the first time.

Compared to the possibility of never being able to taste it at all, this restaurant at least offers an opportunity to satisfy the needs of most people: good food.

Having figured this out, Bai Yuan stopped worrying about whether his behavior was good or bad. After all, he was just a customer, and there was no point in taking it too seriously.

"The pasta and steak seem to be ready. I'll go get them for you. I specifically asked the head chef to cook them personally, so you won't be disappointed this time!"

A call came through the earpiece from the kitchen. Hanasaki Chiyuki said something to Bai Yuan, then turned and left the private room, jogging towards the kitchen.

She arranged for the pasta and steak to be made, letting the head chef do it himself, so that Bai Yuan would not be disappointed, after all, he was a top-level chef!

"If that's the case, then I'm going to nitpick."

"Take your pick, our head chef qualified as a master chef a few years ago."

Thinking about the purpose of his visit and hearing Hanasaki Chiyuki's confident words, Bai Yuan's expression became subtle.