RNP Page 166
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If we were to rate the girl...
He barely qualified as a graduate apprentice in his previous life.
It's still a bit far from being a professional chef.
back kitchen.
Asuna treated the food in front of her seriously.
She made her specialty, curry rice.
It's the most common kind.
Compared to the store manager, he is definitely far inferior.
But she poured all her heart and soul into this dish.
The only thing she can call herself now is cooking.
How to treat oneself...
It definitely requires much more seriousness and patience than learning the etiquette of those cocktail parties.
"It's just cooking, why are you being so serious?"
Tornado was very puzzled by Asuna's behavior in the kitchen.
It's just cooking a meal.
Is it really necessary to make this so serious?
And it was curry rice, a dish even her good-for-nothing sister could make.
only. . .
Tornado's attention shifted from the kitchen to Aoba beside her.
The girl who had noticed this annoying guy was also looking intently into the kitchen.
From his eyes.
She could clearly sense a strong aura emanating from Aoba.
He's just an ordinary cook!
Why does he have such powerful Nen abilities?!
The tornado was confused.
Compared to the other two people in the shop who were quite peaceful, she began to feel increasingly impatient.
It's just cooking... (For super exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
Why take it so seriously?
Can't we just do something haphazardly?
Perhaps her childhood experiences made her unwilling to think too much.
She somewhat disliked this serious environment.
Aoba didn't notice Tatsumaki's strange behavior at the moment; he was just silently watching Asuna from behind.
His face frequently showed approval and agreement.
Even though the girl made some minor mistakes in various aspects, her earnest attitude reminded him of his own experience learning to cook.
At that time...
The image of that boy, struggling yet enjoying himself by the stove, so determined to never give up, seems vivid in my mind.
at last.
Asuna's dish is ready.
The girl looked at the curry that she had successfully made, and a joyful smile immediately appeared on her face.
He poured the curry over the rice, divided it into two portions, and served them to Aoba and Tatsumaki.
Her face was filled with pride and joy.
"Curry rice, please enjoy."
Asuna, mimicking Aoba, playfully handed the two of them chopsticks and spoons.
"Thank you."
Aoba looked up at the fine beads of sweat on the girl's fair forehead, and the slight blush that appeared because she was too engrossed in the moment.
He chuckled and said something.
He simply picked up the spoon and put the curry mixed with rice into his mouth.
Suddenly.
A unique curry flavor fills the mouth.
Regarding the taste...
The super-sensitive taster can instantly identify more than twenty mistakes made by the girl from Curry Island.
But compared to the taste that professional chefs care about.
Purify, activate.
The intense emotions contained within the curry represent a young girl's boundless expectations for the dish and her exploration of her future.
It is also a struggle and rebellion against the expectations of parents.
She really loves cooking.
Just like a peerless swordsman looking at the flawed sword moves of a junior.
Aoba wasn't focused on the flavor that the girl valued.
Rather, it's the sword intent contained in the sword moves, and the emotions conveyed in the cooking.
Therefore, after he discerned the girl's emotions, he became somewhat silent.
"How about it?!"
"Mr. Manager, how's the food? Is there anything that needs improvement?"
The girl spoke nervously and hurriedly.
There were three questions in a row.
Before Aoba could answer, Tornado next to her simply used her telekinesis to scoop a spoonful and put it in her mouth.
With food in his mouth, he frowned and said:
"Very average."
However, it's much better than Fubuki.
Of course, she would never say that last sentence out loud.
The words fell.
Asuna's expression froze instantly.
This was the first time she had cooked for someone else, and the only positive feedback came from the young girl's hard work.
That's already considered a very strong blow.
Aoba glanced helplessly at Tatsumaki, then nodded with a light laugh:
"Are you going to listen to her or me?"
The girl lowered her head and glanced sullenly at the impatient Tatsumaki beside her, then took a small step toward Aoba.
This gesture has made the choice very clear.
Aoba didn't care how ugly Tatsumaki's expression became; he simply judged according to his usual standards.
"It tastes very good."
"And you must have practiced very hard before."
From a professional chef's perspective, this dish is clearly substandard.
But in that case...
This is too cruel for a girl who sees cooking as her entire self.
and..
Just like the flavor that Secretary Zi values today.
He views cooking from an emotional perspective, focusing more on empathizing with the cook.
After all, culinary skills can be honed, and flavors can be improved through various cooking methods.
But if the cooking loses its heart, then it's truly beyond saving.
Upon hearing Aoba's words, Asuna, who had been somewhat sullen, instantly became delighted.
It was like receiving some crucial affirmation.
"Really?!"
A hint of self-doubt still lingered on the girl's face.
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It was clearly because of what Tornado had just said that she was no longer so confident.
"real."
"This is affirmation from a professional chef."
Aoba looked at her and nodded earnestly.
Asuna's eyes suddenly reddened.
To receive the store manager's approval...
That's really great!