Kyosuke Hojo looked at the time, and it was almost five o'clock.

Kyosuke Maki came to ask him to eat barbecue, saying that it was a restaurant that tasted 100 times better than the Korean barbecue yesterday. Kyosuke Hojo finally knew where the smell of barbecue came from this morning, and he didn't know if the smell on the bed would be dissipated at night.

decisively refused the invitation, and it was also for nothing, why didn't you choose to eat with the glamorous senior sister, but with a group of muscular men?

Take a bath, change clothes. In fact, with Hojo Kyosuke's current physique, he doesn't need a coat even late at night, but he still wears it every time, and the reason, Miki Okuji may know.

Riding a car quickly to the garden of Yanye, now Hojo Kyosuke is very familiar with this road. Although it is said that the school only needs to walk along one avenue to the garden of Yanye, but when I encountered a fork in the road before, Hojo Kyosuke still needed to take a look at the navigation, but now I don't need it.

Walking into the restaurant, Hojo Kyosuke saw Miki Okuji at a glance, who was helping a table of customers with orders. It was still the gentle smile, and the thick lips that moved as he spoke shone in the lights of the restaurant.

Miki Okuji, who was communicating with the guests, heard a welcome voice, but didn't hear the next sound. Generally, the waiter who welcomes you will give it to the other waiter to guide you to take a seat. In this situation, there is only Kyosuke Hojo alone recently.

Miki Okuji, who had been looking forward to it from just now, immediately looked over, and sure enough, it was Kyosuke Hojo who came. If you recommend a dish, you can't help but eat, and the gentleness on your face changes to a bright smile with snow-white teeth.

Kyosuke Hojo saw Miki Okuji notice him, and stretched out his finger to a table next to him, signaling that he was waiting for her there.

Miki Okuji smiled and nodded vigorously, then changed to a gentle smile and began to order.

"You're here."

After handing over the order in his hand to the others, Miki Okuji couldn't wait to come to Kyosuke Hojo. A lot of words have come to my lips, and I want to ask him if he didn't come to dinner yesterday if he encountered some trouble? I want to bring him the sauce I brought to him right away, and I want to ......

But after really coming to the front, he only smiled and said three words, and the difference between the royal sister and the girl may be this.

"yes, I can't wait to taste the sauce of Okuji-senpai." Kyosuke Hojo says that his staple dishes every night are steak and pasta, which is just right for Miki Jooji's sauce.

"Is it right here?"

Miki Okuji asked a little shyly, in an Italian restaurant, it is really exciting to use the sauce made by a rookie to match the Italian food made by a professional chef.

"That's right, I'm sure Okuji-senpai's sauce will be no worse than that of a professional chef. And if the sauce is really good, then I will recommend it to the manager and let the restaurant buy it from you. This will allow you to accumulate a little money and help you improve your recipes. Kyosuke Hojo said.

"No, no, no, how can I compare to a professional chef, the head chef here, Mr. Yamanaka, has studied in a three-star restaurant in Italy."

Miki Okuji waved her hand again and again, and the sauce can be said to be the most important thing in Western food. Also, generally speaking, something more nutritious means that it doesn't taste good, or it tastes weird, or it doesn't taste at all, and sauces are the key to changing that.

So, she started researching sauces from the moment she decided to open a restaurant. However, no matter how confident she is in the sauce she has carefully crafted, she is not arrogant enough to think that she can compare to the recipe that the chef learned from a famous restaurant.

"Don't be so nervous, Senpai. Hurry up and let the kitchen serve the food, I'm dying of hunger. Kyosuke Hojo did not continue.

"I've just let Tanaka know, but do you really want to use my sauce now?"

"Of course, you should have brought the sauce for the steak, right?"

"Yes, it's a sauce that goes with steak, and you can use pasta too."

"Then you tell the chef not to put the sauce on the steak." Kyosuke Hojo said that he did not give Miki Okutera another chance to refuse.

"Then I'll go to the back kitchen and arrange it."

Seeing Kyosuke Hojo's resolute look, Miki Okuji was happy and let go of her nervousness, anyway, she had to give it to him sooner or later, isn't it the same everywhere.

The dish was quickly pushed up, and the sauces for the steak and pasta were served separately in a small bowl.

"Senior Sister Okuji, how can there be two bowls of sauce?" Kyosuke Hojo asked, looking at two bowls of sauce that were slightly different colors.

"One is mine and the other is from the restaurant, you can try which one is better." Miki Okuji smiled slyly and spoke in a brisk tone, as if she was happy to have completed a prank.

"......" Kyosuke Hojo was speechless.

It's numb, what to send a proposition. Then I frantically recalled in my mind what it tasted like in the restaurant in the past, and I didn't say so many words of encouragement before, but now I pointed out that it was the sauce in the restaurant that tasted good.

After thinking about it for a long time, my mind was full of the taste of the mass-produced sauce that I ate at home in the morning, bought at a convenience store. Isn't all these black pepper sauces with steak the same flavor?

"Kyosuke-kun, what's wrong?"

Miki Okuji asked with a smile as she pressed her two hands on the table, her fingers crossed, her pointed chin resting on her hands.

"No, I'm just thinking about which sauce to use first, I'm afraid that the flavor of the latter sauce will be obscured by the previous sauce." Kyosuke Hojo said casually.

"I've got you covered with soda, which should restore the sensitivity of your palate to the maximum." Miki Okuji pushes a glass of water that is still bubbling to Kyosuke Hojo.

"Then I'll go."

No, Kyosuke Hojo picked up the bowl of sauce on the left and poured it on top of the steak. This time, he didn't let Miki Okuji eat together, no way. Miki Okuji, who had a shy expression before, is now less like a person waiting for a review, more like a strict reviewer.

Cut off a piece of steak, coat the whole piece of meat in the sauce and serve it in your mouth.

Well?

As soon as his tongue came into contact with the sauce, Kyosuke Hojo felt a noticeable difference. Even if he can't remember what the sauce tasted in the garden of the leaves before, Kyosuke Hojo is sure that it is not the one he eats now.

Unlike the heavy taste of black pepper sauce, this sauce still has the mellowness of red wine and the sweetness of vegetables, but it has a fresh taste. It is this texture that allows Kyosuke Hojo to taste the taste of the beef itself more clearly.

Well, it's not as good as what my mother sent, it's far from it.

"This is your sauce, isn't it?"