Food Wars, My Dishes Don't Just Shine

"It's pepper powder... Is that white stuff paper? How did it end up here?"

Could it be that a customer has taken a liking to my dear boyfriend and wants to express their feelings in this way?

Looking at the note next to the pepper powder, Wakakusa Nyoha jokingly bent down and picked it up.

However, when she finally saw the contents clearly, Wakakusa Nyoha couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

"You must be joking, I think this was a customer's suggestion, I almost forgot..."

"Oh, so it was a suggestion from a customer? You should take a good look at it then."

Although I don't know anything about cooking, the terminology above looks very professional, so it should be helpful advice.

Looking at the clumsy Ryuji, Wakakusa Nyoha was speechless. Luckily, she was there, otherwise such an important suggestion would have been lost!

"What good can a customer's writing do? Your man is a top-level chef, a genius top-level chef who's only twenty-eight years old!"

When talking about his age, Ryuji Kiriji's voice carried a hint of pride, after all, there are very few master chefs in all of Japan who are so young.

He is a genuine prodigy with exceptional talent. He studied in England when he was young and returned in his twenties. Because he loved sushi, he opened a sushi restaurant.

Later, I would take three months each year to travel to sushi restaurants all over Japan to experience the heritage of those long-established sushi shops.

Spring came and autumn went, countless winters passed, and finally at the age of twenty-seven, he successfully passed the special-grade examination with sushi and became a special-grade chef.

Of course, this is not to say that he is not good in other aspects, it's just that his best skill is sushi.

"Alright, alright, I know how amazing you are. You're my most precious treasure. But take a look anyway, it won't hurt to look a few times."

Sensing Ryuji's indifference, Wakakusa Nyoko gently touched his cheek, then glared at him with a slightly angry expression.

Although she knew that Ryuji Kiriji was a top-tier chef and that there was no need to look at the nitpicking of ordinary customers, she still felt that this note was very important and might be of help to him.

Perhaps this is a woman's sixth sense.

"Then let's see."

Upon hearing Wakakusa Nyoyo's words, Ryuji Kiriji affectionately patted her head, then turned his gaze to the note she handed him.

"this..."

The moment he saw the contents of the note, Ryuji Kiriji's previously indifferent attitude changed instantly. He went from using one hand to both hands, gripping the note tightly in front of him.

"what happened?"

Seeing the surprised look on Ryuji Kiriji's face, Wakakusa Reiha was also a little surprised. She then leaned closer and looked at him intently.

"Without the strength of a top-tier five-star, it would be impossible to write such a detailed improvement plan."

It's incredible that such a talented chef visited today and left such constructive suggestions for improvement!

He quickly read the note in front of him once, then again, until he was sure that what he was seeing was not an illusion. Ryuji Kiriji let out a long breath, his mood becoming somewhat complicated.

I thought it was a message from some nobody, but it turned out to be from a culinary master. Luckily, I picked up the note and glanced at it.

If you miss it, you'll probably regret it for the rest of your life when you find out later!

"Is it that great?"

Wakakusa covered her little mouth with lemon leaves.

Because she had been with Ryuji for a long time, she knew the value of a top-tier five-star chef. That chef was a national treasure!

"That's right, maybe even more amazing? Besides Mr. Nakiri Senzaemon, are there any other chefs in Japan as skilled as him?"

Long Siqie muttered to himself, "If a top-level chef is like entering the inner sanctum, then a top-level five-star chef is like stepping on the sky with one foot in the ground and the other in the air."

That's unbelievably amazing!

"Could it be Mr. Nakiri Senzaemon?"

"Impossible. I occasionally look towards the door while cooking. Mr. Nakiri Senzaemon is very robust. If he appeared, I would definitely recognize him."

Ryuji shook his head slightly, rejecting the possibility proposed by Wakakusa Nyoha.

"Who could it be...maybe a top-tier chef who's just passing by."

"You think you're Kamen Rider?!"

"is it not OK?"

Wakakusa Nyoha smiled playfully, and seeing that Ryuji was trembling with excitement, she took the initiative to joke with him.

"Sure, but it doesn't seem that simple."

The other person likely came here with a purpose; no top-tier chef is that idle. I'll ask the waiter who took the note about that person's appearance tomorrow.

"And by the way, ask Yuuki and Ryoko, they might know something..."

A glint of wisdom flashed in Ryuji's eyes as he recalled the conversation between the three of them. It all seemed too coincidental.

"What do you want with Yuuki and Ryoko?"

"Keep it secret for now!"

At the same time, Megumi Tadokoro rented a room.

"Ah! Teacher Bai Yuan, be gentle..."

In the dimly lit room, the candlelight flickered slightly. Feeling Bai Yuan's continuous and powerful output, Tadokoro Megumi's cheeks flushed, and her voice squeezed out from her throat.

"No, too light a touch won't be effective. In my opinion, we need to apply more pressure."

Faced with the girl's pleas for mercy, Bai Yuan not only did not stop, but his movements became even more aggressive, and his voice became more flirtatious.

"Any higher and I can't take it anymore! Teacher Bai Yuan, you're bullying me."

As she spoke, a layer of mist welled up in Tadokoro Megumi's eyes. The sharp pain from her feet made her involuntarily curl her toes slightly, and her breathing became a few steps faster.

That pitiful little face made anyone who saw it want to tease it a bit.

"So what if she's being bullied? How can Xiaohui fight back? In this situation, she's already helpless."

Seeing this expression, Bai Yuan's smile became even brighter, and he then increased the force in his hands until the instep of the other person arched.

With a little force, the jade-like skin, resembling solidified cream, separated slightly. Due to a busy day, it was covered with a few drops of sweat and felt somewhat slippery to the touch.

"Um..."

Tadokoro Megumi remained silent, only clutching the blanket and letting out soft, pleasurable moans; she simply didn't have the strength to speak anymore.

Seeing this, Bai Yuan was in a very good mood. After completely relaxing his feet, he began to move his hands upwards.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not doing this to take advantage of anyone. It's because after relaxing my feet, the rest of my body is still stiff and needs his skillful massage techniques to help.

As for Tadokoro Megumi, the hard work of this period had left her both mentally and physically exhausted. Under Bai Yuan's considerate care, she fell into a deep sleep.

"This guy really doesn't consider me at all. What am I supposed to do if he falls asleep while I'm massaging him?"

After a full-body massage, an hour had passed, and Bai Yuan noticed that Tadokoro Megumi had fallen asleep. He then made a helpless comment.

Although he was desperately trying to hold it in, he didn't wake Tadokoro Megumi. Instead, he quietly watched her peaceful sleeping face and silently turned off the room light.

Her braided hair had long since been untied, and now Megumi Tadokoro's hair was loose.

Perhaps because of her many experiences, the young woman exuded a strong sense of being a married woman, making one have to agree with Cao Cao's taste.

"Teacher Bai Yuan, not there... Fine, if you insist, this is the only time. You're not allowed to do it again. You're such a bad child!"

In her sleep, Tadokoro Megumi stretched her body slightly and then felt a warmth. Immediately, she raised her fair, lotus-like arm and put it on Bai Yuan's neck.

Chapter 304 The Strange Restaurant, The Reclusive Old Man

"What kind of dream are you having? Why are you being so restless?"

Looking at Tadokoro Megumi, who had buried her head in his chest and whose hands were moving restlessly, drawing circles on his chest, Shiroyuki looked puzzled.

No, you can insist, but only once, no next time. If you really like it, then one more time isn't out of the question...

The moral bottom line really keeps dropping.

However, Bai Yuan also knew that this was because the person in the other person's dream was him. As long as he made a request, no matter how absurd it was, Tadokoro Megumi would be willing to try to accept it.

Thinking of this, Bai Yuan took a deep breath and ultimately decided not to touch her in her sleep, but instead closed his eyes and waited.

He found that this situation was perfect for tempering his mind; as long as he could get through this hurdle, he would be more resistant to temptation.

This hurdle was difficult at the beginning, but as Bai Yuan gradually calmed down, everything became dull and uninteresting.

Since he had nothing better to do, he started to mentally plan out the dishes he would be tasting that day.

Pistachio and sea urchin pasta.

Pasta is a staple food unique to Italy, and it can be prepared in a variety of ways and paired with most ingredients.

If you replace pistachios with other nuts, and sea urchins with other seafood, such as flavorful seafood like shrimp paste, the effect will be the same.

His brain was working at lightning speed, and countless dishes floated into his mind. Elements merged and separated, converging into all sorts of pasta dishes.

Time also passed quickly during this process.

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, and Tadokoro Megumi let out a soft moan, her body still feeling the soreness characteristic of a massage as she stretched lazily.

However, before she could raise her hand much, her arm encountered an obstacle.

The strong muscles blocked her way. Looking down, she found herself in Bai Yuan's arms, his eyes slightly closed and his breathing steady.

The next moment, Tadokoro Megumi recalled yesterday's experience, and her fair face turned visibly red. She then glared at Bai Yuan with embarrassment and annoyance.

She hadn't forgotten how Bai Yuan had treated her yesterday; no matter how much she begged for mercy, he refused to let go of her bound feet.

They were practically ready to take a bite to express their love for it!

Although she was secretly very happy, Tadokoro Megumi didn't want to show it, as that would make her seem like a complete pervert, which was quite embarrassing.

"You massaged me yesterday, today it's my turn to massage you."

While Shiro was still asleep, Tadokoro Megumi made a decision.

Although her massage skills were not yet proficient, as a woman, she had her own set of methods to help Bai Yuan relax.

Various images flashed through her mind, and Tadokoro Megumi's face turned even redder.

She slightly pulled back the blanket, changing from a lying position to a sitting position.

She had already sensed it during the upgrade, and she wondered what kind of determination Bai Yuan had to remain unmoved like Liu Xiahui.