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Aoba stood at the door and saw Erina looking ready for battle.
Don’t say anything else.
Erina looked stunning in her pure white chef's outfit.
As Aoba stepped into the room, a large figure in a kimono walked in front of her.
"Mr. Nakiri, what are you planning to do?"
Aoba calmly looked at Senzaemon and asked.
He now knew that this invitation was not as simple as he had imagined.
"Aoba-kun, please have a seat."
Senzaemon had a faint smile on his lips.
With his full head of silver hair and majestic face, he looked just like a majestic silver lion.
Aoba sat calmly opposite Senzaemon.
In my past life, when I was learning a craft from my master, I also met many extraordinary people.
Although Senzaemon's aura was strong.
But compared to those people, they are far inferior.
"Actually, the reason I made this presumptuous invitation is that I have some things I would like to ask of you, Aoba-kun."
"I apologize for this intrusion, Lord Aoba, and ask for your forgiveness for my rudeness."
Senzaemon sincerely apologized to Aoba.
He braced his hands on his knees, and lowered his head slightly to the ground.
This is a very solemn apology.
Aoba was merely a commoner, yet as the head of the Nakiri family, his actions were enough to scare anyone.
Even though Hisako Aragaki was a very competent secretary, she had already expected this, but at this moment she couldn't help but be shocked.
Erina was equally shocked.
That glowing dish really shows how much the restaurant manager is valued by the master!
"Huh? What's the matter?"
Aoba pursed her lips slightly.
He glanced at Hisako and Erina before calmly speaking.
Hisako, who was in the distance, also felt Aoba's gaze.
This made her feel somewhat annoyed.
The young lady and the commander-in-chief are still here.
And the way he looked at the young lady...
Hisako Shinoto tightened her white cooking uniform.
Then straighten up slightly.
This seems to enhance one's charm.
"I hope that Aoba-kun can have a food battle with my granddaughter."
Senzaemon finally revealed his true purpose.
Aoba didn't speak.
The atmosphere grew cold.
When Erina heard Senzaemon's idea, she was stunned for a moment, and then she stood up in disbelief.
"Grandpa Yishan, abandoning and keeping Grandpa II!?"
"Wasn't it said that the store manager would be the Totsuki instructor?"
"Food Wars..."
Although I really wanted to, the store manager refused very seriously last night!
Erina's feelings are complicated.
On one hand, he wanted to have a food battle with Aoba, and on the other hand, he wanted Aoba to come to Totsuki Academy to teach him.
I want to speak, but I don't know what to say.
Senzaemon stared intently and sincerely at Aoba.
Finally, Aoba slowly opened her mouth:
"Food Wars, huh..."
Food Wars, a special event at Totsuki Academy.
It involves having two chefs compete on the cooking station and then evaluating each other.
It's basically like a cooking competition.
However, competing on a stage similar to a talent show still puts a great strain on a chef's mental fortitude.
If it were Aoba from her previous life, she might have chosen to give it a try.
After all, who hasn't been young and impetuous at some point?
But in this lifetime...
Ha, he really didn't want to get involved in those troubles.
"IMHO."
Looking at Senzaemon's solemn expression, Aoba slowly shook his head.
"Although Mr. Nakiri's intentions are good, I don't think it's a good thing to have Erina participate in a food battle right now..."
As an outsider, Aoba didn't know much about the atmosphere inside Totsuki Academy.
But as a chef.
He became even more convinced.
Compared to those flashy but impractical talent shows that produce so-called celebrity chefs.
Only chefs who can calmly and steadily experience different positions in the kitchen and grow through their experience will have the opportunity to go further on this culinary path.
Aoba's words suddenly made the already somewhat quiet and serious atmosphere even more tense.
Food Wars...
It is the most effective assessment of students since the establishment of Totsuki Academy.
This is also a system that Senzaemon Nakiri has always been proud of.
But now.
But he was directly rejected by the boy in front of him, who was about the same age as his granddaughter.
"Aoba-kun, I know that my presumptuous request is difficult for you, but if Aoba-kun is willing to have a food battle with Erina, then I can try my best to grant you one request."
Senzaemon had anticipated Aoba's rejection.
After all, he was capable of making those glowing dishes, yet he was still willing to stay in that dilapidated little tavern.
All of this demonstrates that Aoba is not someone who covets fame.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Nakiri."
When faced with Senzaemon's second request, Aoba simply apologized.
I still didn't agree to the food battle with Erina.
"Aoba-kun, please state your conditions as they may be, as long as I can meet them..."
“No, Mr. Nakiri, you misunderstand. My refusal is not due to any ulterior motive; it's simply because I feel that food battles are not beneficial to Erina's growth.”
"And I myself am unwilling."
Aoba rejected Senzaemon once again.
Senzaemon fell completely silent.
Although his eyes looked old, their look was extremely bright and sharp.
After taking a serious look at Aoba, he let out a sigh.
The old man’s regret and sorrow are all there.
"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
Aoba felt that this place was not suitable for him to stay any longer, so he took the initiative to suggest leaving.
"Yes, I'm sorry to have put Aoba-kun in a difficult position by this invitation. Please let Hisako escort you back."
Even when people question his teaching philosophy.
Senzaemon did not get angry because of Aoba's refusal.
He still maintained a warm and respectful attitude.
However, there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
"Thank you, Mr. Nakiri."
Aoba smiled politely.
He stood up from the sofa and walked towards the door.
Feishazi was already standing at the door, waiting for him respectfully.
"Manager!!"
Just as Aoba was about to leave, Erina's voice rang out.
The girl who was rejected in the food battle was now filled with restlessness.
She knew that her current culinary skills were not yet up to par with Qingye's.