"Hurry up, Erina, how long are you going to keep me waiting?" the man crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees seemingly with ease.

"I ......"

"Sir, could you please excuse me? Yang Ming walked over and said.

"Heh......" The man looked at Yang Ming with very unpleasant eyes, "Is what he said true?"

"That's right!" Scarlet Sago Shinto said scrievaly, "This is the location booked by Erina-sama's friend!"

"So...... What have you been doing during my absence......" The man looked at Yang Ming with pity, "Friend, you don't need that kind of thing." ”

"Look at these guys in the restaurant, remember, Erina, your dishes aren't for this kind of guys! ”

"Don't, let them lower your taste......"

Hey...... This guy ...... The more Yang Ming listened, the more unhappy he became, was he really tired of it?

Don't you look at who these people are at Erina's restaurant? These are all well-known figures in the Toei food scene! There are several judges in the autumn auditions!

You're not afraid they'll take you ......

"Something is wrong...... Yang Ming suddenly realized that something was wrong.

After the man had said that, the silence in the dining room was terrible, and no one even spoke to reprimand him.

And looking at the expressions of those people, although they are not as obvious as those on Erina Nagikiri's face, they are indeed afraid!

Who is this man?

"These guys, how can anyone know what 'real food' is?"

That contemptuous tone really made Yang Ming couldn't help but speak: "We don't know, you know what 'real food' is?"

"Of course, stinking imp......"

Before Yang Ming could get angry, he continued, "'Real food' is similar to beautiful paintings, sculptures, and music. ”

"The true value of all first-rate art can only be understood by people of character and taste, who are properly educated. ”

"These values are incomprehensible to ordinary people, just pure fun. ”

"Real food" is such a thing, and it is the existence of a very small number of people who can reach a value consensus, which can be called "dishes", and other things are not "dishes", but just "feed". ”

"People like you who think you can call it "gourmet" with high-quality ingredients can't understand what I'm saying, right?"

It's still silent, and I can't refute it, these mortals......

Just as he was thinking like this, Yang Ming next to him suddenly spoke.

"I've never thought I could make a 'good meal' using high-end ingredients......

"In the final analysis, whether it is food or kitchen utensils, it is just a tool, and only people use tools, and no tools use people. ”

"But I don't agree with what you mean by 'food'!"

The man listened, noncommittal: "Then you can tell me what you think is called "food". ”

Everyone's eyes moved to Yang Ming, he didn't seem flustered at all, and said seriously word by word:

"Cooking is an art, I don't deny that. ”

Hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows and said, "Go on." ”

But unlike painting, sculpture, and music, "cooking" is a necessity for people's survival. ”

"We can go a day without the pleasure of painting or music, but we can't go a day without the satisfaction of food. ”

"A chef is not like a painter, a musician, or a sculptor!

"As chefs, we are here to make our own dishes and bring happiness to people!"

The man was still smiling freely when he heard the front, but when he heard the back, he frowned and rebuked, "What nonsense!"

"I thought you could have some brilliant opinions...... Didn't I just say that? It's just for daily needs, and it's not a "food" at all, it's just a "fodder"!"

"Only a dish that is carefully crafted and looks like a work of art can be considered a "delicacy"!"

"I don't think so!" Yang Ming retorted fearlessly.

"Let me ask you, when I was uprooted from my hometown and tired from the journey, the rice balls made by my mother who took them out of my backpack were plain in color and tasteless, but they were really not considered delicacy?"

"On the night of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, when you reunite with your family, you can share a shabby but happy and warm feast, isn't that a delicacy?"

"When a friend is sick, a bowl of steaming white porridge without any condiments cooked for him with a thoughtful heart, and a little simple pickles, I think it is 10,000 times more delicious than the delicacies you mentioned!"

"These inconspicuous ...... you are talking about"

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Ming quickly continued, "That's right! It's these seemingly inconspicuous and insignificant happiness, if we can pass it on, it will be our greatest happiness as chefs!"

"Because food is something that makes people feel happy!"

"Enough!"

The man stood up in displeasure, looked directly at Erina, and said, "Erina, you really have some good friends......"

"What a disappointment......," he shook his head, and walked out of the open door.

No one hindered him from going out, just as no one hindered him from coming in.

"So...... Who the hell is this person?" Yang Ming crossed his hands, looked at the man's distant back, and asked Xinhu Scarlet.

"That's Nagi thistle, Erina's...... Father ......"

"Huh?" Yang Ming turned around with an expression that was even more surprised than hearing that the national football team had qualified for the World Cup, "That's Erina's father?

But that scene just now doesn't look like a touching father-daughter reunion......

"I'm sorry, Erina...... I seem to have messed up something......" Yang Ming scratched his head embarrassedly, but saw Erina Nagikiri approaching him step by step.

Then, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you...... Thank you...... Yang ming. ”

You can only hear it when you are close, and you can't hear the sound of thanks.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Yang Ming hugged Erina Nagi into his arms.

He was not mistaken.

Erina, she's really shaking.

"I don't know what happened, but it's all gone~"

Yang Ming said with a relaxed face, but Erina Nagikiri's expression did not improve at all.

Because he knew that since the man had returned, it would mean ......

It's just getting started.