Watanabe's demeanor as a grandmaster shows how to make "Angel Wings" on a special wide cooking table, and every set of textures and feathers becomes extremely exquisite and harmonious as he passes through his hands.

There was another round of applause.

Watanabe's heart was overjoyed, the corners of his mouth were raised high, and the movements in his hands became more brilliant and complicated. A few moments later, several identical white refreshments were served to the diners.

Ryoko stared at the familiar dim sum in front of her, her face was pale, and there was disbelief written in her eyes, and her hand unconsciously touched the notepad in her bag. There, there is the original sketch of the "Angel Wings".

She pinched the white dumplings with trembling hands and took a gentle bite, which was a dense matcha puree, mixed with the fragrance of white kidney beans, a hint of bitterness and a hint of sweetness. Liangzi's heart was dripping blood, she closed her eyes obscurely, and to outsiders it seemed that she was about to cry because of the delicious food, but she felt that her mouth was full of bitterness.

She glanced at the energetic old man not far away, his gray hair was shiny with oil, and under his sword eyebrows were slightly vicious hanging eyes. Liangzi knows that this person who admires him so much on the surface is just a despicable person who plagiarizes others.

It wasn't until the diners left one after another and the waiter came to urge her that she came back from her trance. Holding the purse into her arms, Ryoko swallowed her saliva with difficulty, and reluctantly smiled at the waiter, "Excuse me, can I meet Mr. Watanabe?"

The waiter replied apologetically, "I'm sorry, Watanabe-sama didn't see you."

"Please!" Ryoko bit her lip, suddenly stood up and bowed violently to the waiter, leaning down for a long time without lifting up, leaving only a muffled voice, "I'm Mr. Watanabe's...... Admirer, please take me to meet Mr. Watanabe!" God knows how much courage it took to say the word "worshipper".

Her faith had completely collapsed just now, and now her heart was full of irrepressible tremors and the desire to vomit.

"This ......," the waiter hesitated.

"What's that?" The white-faced Xiaosheng walked over and looked at the two of them with a frown.

The waiter seemed to be afraid of him, and quickly explained in a whisper. Ryoko still bent over, and he had the intention of not getting up if he didn't agree.

The white-faced Xiaosheng held his chin and thought for a while, and then instructed the waiter, "You go to the back and report it." Then he whispered to Ryoko, "Watanabe-sama has something to do right now, if he would like to see you......

Ryoko said firmly, "I'm willing to wait!"

The waiter trotted to the back of the restaurant, where there was a tea room for chefs to rest, and Watanabe was talking to several chefs, and there was always a sense of conspiracy in his laughter.

The waiter had no intention of eavesdropping, but the voice of their conversation was so high that she could hear it from afar, and the words "Huaxia", "lost", and "Takeda is useless". The waiter shrank for a moment, and quickly lowered her head to hold her breath, these things were not something she could hear.

"What's the matter?" Watanabe's assistant stops her.

"There's a lady in the front hall who wants to meet Watanabe-sama, and Mr. and I asked me to ask...... waiter whispered, and he didn't dare to come out under the watchful eye of the assistant.

The assistant glanced at her and said indifferently, "Wait a minute." I knocked on the door and got the order to go in.

The waitress lowered her head, a shadow reflected in the dim light through the crack in the door, and she shifted and hid herself in the darkness.

Soon, the assistant came out and said bluntly, "Mr. Watanabe, you only have ten minutes, you go and bring someone over."

……

Ryoko followed behind the white-faced Xiaosheng and walked into the tea room. Watanabe Muraichi is like an old man who has seen through the red dust, and in the lingering fragrance of tea, the fairy spirit is fluttering.

"Son, I heard you adore me?" When Ryoko sat down, Muraichi Watanabe smiled kindly.

Ryoko's face stiffened, and she nodded, rubbed the goosebumps on her hands, and said softly, "Mr. Watanabe, can I talk to you alone?"

The assistant stepped forward: "No."

Watanabe raised his sleeves, "Hey—you guys go out first." The little girl looked shy

Shy, but he looks pretty good, his big eyes seem to be covered with a layer of moisture, he just looks at it and makes him a little itchy, and the long legs under the skirt are also very suitable for his appetite, he shows an evil smile.

"Sit closer, you don't have to be afraid......" As a few people exited, Watanabe beckoned to her and smiled even more.

Ryoko clenched her fists, and suddenly a wicked aura suddenly appeared in her heart, she took out her notebook from her bag and stretched it out directly in front of Watanabe, no longer with the same look as a white rabbit just now, and asked in a stiff tone, "Mr. Watanabe, please explain what is going on!"

Watanabe swept it hastily, his eyes widening suddenly. Hurriedly snatched the notebook in Ryoko's hand and looked at it at a glance. On it, the contents of the "Angel Wings" from the idea to the final molding, the styling design, the mixing of fillings, and even the presentation of the finished product are all recorded in detail.

There is another article: This work was mentioned in a letter sent to Mr. Watanabe Muraichi half a year ago.

Ryoko grinned, looking a little crazy, she pointed to the pattern on it, and approached Watanabe again: "When did 'Angel Wings' become your work, you clearly copied ......"

"Presumptuous!" Watanabe shouted angrily, and threw the notebook in his hand into Ryoko's face.

Ryoko couldn't dodge it, and she was smashed into a daze, and she shouted, "You're a thief! It's a thief!!"

Watanabe's chest rose and fell violently, and there was uncertainty in his eyes. "Angel Wings" is indeed not his creation, he has a large number of tea developers under his command, as long as it is in line with his aesthetics, he will take it for himself. This "angel wing" comes from this, but I didn't expect that the people under my command would also steal other people's ideas.

He closed his eyes and pondered what to do. After a few seconds, he reopened his eyes with less fear and more calm. He didn't move, just leaned slightly, his elbows on his thighs, the back of his hands on his chin, and his voice was low, but not contemptuous, "If you're smart, you know what to say and what not to say."

He laughed and said in a voice like an old crow on a withered vine: "Even if you say it, how many people will believe that this is your work? If I'm not mistaken, you haven't even graduated yet, have you? You should feel glad that my work can be seen by me and presented on the world stage!"

"So that's why you're stealing other people's things?" Ryoko asked rhetorically, "It's not ashamed to make other people's things your own. Watanabe, you're a shame on the chef world!"

The air fell silent instantly, and Watanabe's smile froze on his lips. After a while, Watanabe said indifferently, "The law of survival has always been the law of survival."

Ryoko's eyes froze, and she looked at him fixedly, not speaking.

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