Zongman: I'm in Tokyo and just want to open a restaurant peacefully

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It’s not that Yuto Kamisaka hasn’t eaten at other restaurants since coming to this world.

However, there has never been such a thing as waiting specifically to taste other people's cooking.

In my previous life, this kind of scene was actually very common.

He and his fellow apprentices, or the chefs in the kitchen of the same hotel.

They often comment on each other's dishes like this.

This kind of mutual evaluation is very effective in promoting each other.

And sometimes, in order to play a prank on each other, they will deliberately add some strange ingredients to the food they cook for each other.

For example, Yuto Kamisaka once secretly added a lot of mustard to someone's food, and the other person almost killed him when they ate his food.

Now, as Yuto Kamisaka sits here and recalls the good old days, he can't help but feel a little emotional.

What has passed can never come back.

Moreover, compared to his previous life, Yuto Kamisaka still likes the present more.

At least now that he has opened a shop, he can still see the sun.

He supported his head with one hand and looked through the door frame at the girl who was busy in the kitchen.

The other person was wearing an apron and a clean cloth on his head to prevent hair dandruff from falling out.

The beautiful flaxen long hair was bound by the apron laces, tightly attached to the girl's back.

Kamisaka Yuto had to admit one thing.

Judging from the superficial busyness alone, the girl is more eye-catching.

This is Yuto Kamisaka's view from a male perspective.

He had no idea what the other guests were thinking.

Just... for the chef.

Taste is the key!

Just by sitting there, he could see that there were many flaws in the girl's movements.

But compared to the cooking competition I saw in Shibuya last time, the girl can already be considered the best among them.

If Yuto Kamisaka were to give an evaluation of Asuna at the moment.

Those are ordinary people with good cooking skills.

There is still a little distance between me and a professional chef...

Asuna treated the food in front of her seriously.

The dish she made was a classic omurice.

It's the most common kind.

She knew that she could not compare to Yuto Kamisaka, but she still put her heart and soul into this dish.

The only thing she could consider herself now was cooking.

Her attitude towards cooking is much more serious than learning ordinary etiquette.

You can tell whether a person truly loves cooking by looking at the way he or she cooks.

Yuto Kamisaka looked at Asuna from behind, with approval and recognition on his face.

Even though the girl made some small mistakes in various aspects, her serious attitude made Kamisaka Yuto feel familiar.

He looked like this when he abandoned tradition and went to learn cooking.

Even though I made mistakes repeatedly, my love for cooking never changed.

Looking at Asuna now, some distant memories emerged in his eyes.

He seemed to see his thin and short self.

The kid who was struggling at the stove but also enjoying cooking...

Finally, Asuna's cooking was done.

She came to Yuto Kamisaka with the omelet rice in her hand, very proudly and proudly.

"Omurice, please enjoy!"

The girl handed Kamisaka Yuto chopsticks and a spoon.

Yuto Kamisaka looked up and said "thank you" to the other person with a smile.

He saw the fine beads of sweat on the girl's fair forehead and the slight blush on her face due to being busy.

And the look of expectation and attention in those eyes.

Looks very much like Yuto Kamisaka back then.

He chuckled in his heart, sighed, and picked up the spoon beside the plate.

The surface of the omelet rice is a very thin layer of egg liquid pancake, which can be cut with almost no effort even with a spoon with a blunt edge.

Yuto Kamisaka held the spoon in his hand and pressed it gently.

The egg on the surface of the rice cracked, and he scooped a spoonful of rice mixed with egg and put it into his mouth.

The moment he put it in his mouth, Asuna's eyes instantly became extremely nervous and expectant.

"How is it? Does it taste good? Is there anything that needs improvement?"

The girl spoke nervously and quickly, asking three questions in a row.

Yuto Kamisaka chewed his rice and nodded slightly.

This performance instantly made Asuna feel much more relaxed.

After Kamisaka Yuto swallowed it, he chuckled and spoke.

"It tastes great. You must have practiced very hard."

Kamisaka Yuto didn't tell the truth...

In fact, if you look at this omelet rice according to his standards as a chef, it is not up to standard.

But from an ordinary person's perspective, it's already very good.

There is no need to be harsh.

It would be unfair to judge ordinary people who love cooking by very strict standards.

And it’s also very cruel.

When Asuna heard what Kamisaka Yuto said, her expression instantly became extremely happy.

It was like receiving some crucial affirmation.

"Great! This is the first time I've received a review from a professional chef!"

Asuna's tone was a little excited, and even her eyes were a little red.

Yuto Kamisaka looked at her, feeling a mix of emotions in his heart, like the wind gathering invisibly in the night, even more mysterious and unpredictable.

"Hasn't it been shown before?"

Kamisaka Yuto asked.

Asuna's eyes darkened for a moment but then turned calm again.

She chuckled and said, "Mom and Dad don't like me studying cooking, so I just do it secretly."

The girl had a helpless smile on her face.

Yuto Kamisaka took a light breath and then exhaled slowly.

"Do you like it yourself?"

He asked softly.

The girl looked at Kamisaka Yuto, her eyes flashing with extremely bright light, like glass filled with bright light.

"like."

Her gentle words made Kamisaka Yuto smile.

"This dish can actually be improved a bit. Do you want to learn?"