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Chapter 146 Sanji: Isn't my cooking skill good enough?

Until evening,

Sanji collapsed to the ground, exhausted, leaning against the cupboard, looking at the empty food storage, and gave up.

"Was that little girl a sea king in disguise?"

I lit a cigarette, and with trembling fingers, I picked it up and put it in my mouth.

After changing back into his waiter's outfit and tidying himself up, Sanji returned to the restaurant and went to the table of two special guests.

"It's an honor to host you both. How do you feel?"

A highly skilled chef, especially one who gets to cook to his heart's content with his dishes, is a truly memorable experience.

In particular, it's great to hear firsthand that the food you've made has been appreciated by your guests.

With a smug look and a hint of anticipation, he watched the beautiful white-haired porcelain doll, Afu, whose lips were moving as if she was about to speak.

"tasty."

Afu gave a heartfelt answer.

Although it wasn't as delicious as some of the special foods his master had exchanged for him, it was still considered top-tier among ordinary foods in the entire One Piece world.

Sanji's smile froze slightly.

Although Afu said it was delicious, his tone suggested he wasn't quite satisfied.

Is there any chef in the entire East China Sea who can make even more delicious food?

Fang Yi smiled and said, "Don't mind. The special foods that the little girl ate before can't be compared with the food in this world. As the sous chef of Baratie, your cooking skills would be highly regarded by those great pirates in the New World and make you a guest of honor."

When Afu cries or has a craving, he sometimes uses a small amount of his own essence to create dishes that are deeply memorable from his past.

Those foods all come from a special world with rules governing gourmet food. Foods with inherent blessings cannot be compared to ordinary food from the One Piece world.

This is very unfair to a chef.

"Even if they are the Four Emperors, I have no interest in being their cook."

Sanji frowned slightly and said, "However, I can't pretend I didn't hear what you said about a special food that I can't compare to."

No chef with a true culinary spirit can ignore questions raised about their cooking skills.

Fang Yi looked at Sanji, who had curly eyebrows, with an appreciative gaze.

The players that the cycle of reincarnation game needs most are those who have aspirations and are willing to take action to achieve them.

Inside the restaurant,

Some regular diners who often come to the floating restaurant, as well as the kitchen staff who have finished their busy work, were also attracted by Sanji's words.

"He's Sanji's sous chef, and people are saying his food isn't as good as the other chefs'?"

"I am a famous gourmet in the East China Sea. I have traveled all over the East China Sea and have never eaten a restaurant more delicious than Balati Restaurant."

The regular diners gave strange looks.

This was the first time they had ever heard anyone say that the dishes made by the sous chef at Barratier were inferior to those made by other chefs.

With his fierce appearance, Paddy, a former pirate and now the combat captain of a sea restaurant, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Are you two dissatisfied with the taste of the dishes?"

He looked at the two of them scrutinizingly.

There are customers who question the food, but most of them are people who want to eat for free after they've eaten their fill, deliberately finding fault and refusing to pay.

Although Fang Yi and the exquisite porcelain doll beside him didn't look like pirates looking for trouble and shirking their debts.

But as the saying goes, anything can happen on this vast ocean, so never judge a book by its cover.

"Paddy, stop acting like a pirate."

Sanji glanced at him and said calmly, "Providing food for the hungry is a chef's duty, but I'm genuinely curious, is there something lacking in my culinary skills?"

This wasn't just Sanji's question.

The same question lingered among all the diners and chefs in the restaurant: if they weren't deliberately trying to skip out on their bill, could there really be an even stronger chef in the East China Sea?

"Sorry, you misunderstood. I didn't mean to question your cooking skills..."

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Fang Yi's smile remained unchanged as he corrected, "Your culinary skills are very strong. This is already the limit that an ordinary chef can reach, but this is your greatest achievement, a higher level of culinary skill that you cannot reach at present."

silence.

All the longtime diners who love Barratier Restaurant were angered by this statement.

The other party's words were far too arrogant.

It's as if Sanji is a novice chef who's just starting out, and the dishes he makes are of poor quality, far from reaching the level of a top chef in his mind.

They even went so far as to belittle the group of regular diners.

"You bastard, are you trying to cause trouble?"

If Paddy could tolerate what was said earlier...

This affected attitude, as if they had tasted the ultimate delicacies and looked down on the Barratier restaurant, was something I absolutely could not tolerate any longer.

Just as he was about to kick Fang Yi out,

"Patty, stand still!"

"Although you are the sous chef, this matter concerns the reputation of Barratier Restaurant. Are you trying to stop me?"

Paddy was a violent chef, and even a customer would want to beat him up after being provoked like that.

"In exchange for waiving the meal fee, could I see a higher level of culinary skill?"

Sanji took a deep breath.

Even though what the other person said was absurd, there was a strange feeling that if he refused to believe it, he might miss an opportunity.

An opportunity that you'll regret for the rest of your life.

Paddy's face flushed red with anger. He ripped off his pink scarf, grabbed Sanji by the neck, and said, "Five hundred plates of seafood fried rice, two hundred bowls of seafood soup, two giant sea fish, and four head of expensive beef were all eaten. Do you know how much that cost?"

The ingredients alone cost two to three million Berries, enough for the pirate crew to throw a small banquet with wine and meat!

"At market price, this meal would cost five million Berries."

After roughly calculating the cost of the meal, Fang Yi asked, "A higher level of culinary skill requires a great deal of investment, but this amount is barely enough for just tasting it. Do you agree?"

Cooking skills are also categorized as a life skill in reincarnation games.

If you want to train someone, you need tens of thousands of reward points to start. Hundreds of reward points aren't even enough to buy back the proficiency points lost after failing to make food.

However, if you buy food directly, it's barely enough.

Paddy jumped up in a panic, kicking Sanji in the butt and yelling, "You idiot Sanji, do you really believe him? You're willing to pay five million Berries for his lies?"

"That's a clumsy lie. I believe there are stronger chefs in the East Blue, but there's a world of difference between them and Sanji. It's pure nonsense!"

Regular diners and chefs also spoke up to dissuade him, and some glared angrily at Fang Yi.

The concept is that even pirates have different levels of skill.

The difference between a novice swordsman and a master swordsman is called the difference in skill level.

Just how strong would someone have to be to reach a level of excellence comparable to top chef Sanji?

They couldn't even imagine it; could they possibly make food that could grow flesh from bones?

"agree."

Sanji ignored the voices trying to dissuade him.

He looked at the mysterious man in front of him, and perhaps he really was, as everyone said, a clumsy liar.

Even so, upon hearing about higher levels of culinary skill, I still couldn't help but want to explore them.

It's like hearing news of the legendary sea; even if it's just hearsay, you don't want to miss it.

Fang Yi smiled and said, "In that case, you can try it yourself."

He raised his hand, picked up a brand-new, untouched silver-white plate from the table, and covered it with the hemispherical lid used for keeping warm.

"Please."

(End of this chapter)