"Since you are a guest, please take a seat." Yukihira Soma pointed to the seat he just passed.
"Just wait and enjoy the delicious food." He said confidently.
Tsushima Shuji just lowered his eyes and glanced at the position.
The man in a black suit immediately behind him rushed out, quickly took out a handkerchief from his body and wiped the tables and chairs.
After it was polished until it was shiny, another black suit immediately covered the chair with cushions.
Butler Tanaka took out a white tablecloth from his clothes with a natural look on his face, flicked it, and spread it on the table.
He took out a cup from the side, inserted a few flowers that the bodyguard found from somewhere, and placed it on the table covered with a white tablecloth.
Suddenly, the area where they were staying turned into an elegant restaurant.
"This guy..." Xing Ping Soma's brows twitched.
"What a blinding young master's attitude..." He covered his eyes, not looking at the shiny area, and entered the kitchen.
"It's not Mr. Seiichiro who cooks..." The young man's tone seemed to be filled with pity.
Sit on the cushioned chair with natural movements.
It was obvious that he was used to the behavior of the bodyguards.
Shuji Tsushima: I'm used to it. At least they didn't start renovating directly.
When he was with his adoptive father, the bodyguards had to build a palace in the desert.
Even if it's a one-time thing.
In comparison, Butler Tanaka and others are already very low-key.
"Don't worry, my cooking won't disappoint you." Xingping Soma said with raised eyebrows.
Don't act like you have no expectations for me!
Although not as good as my dad, my cooking skills are also pretty good!
"Hey..." The boy rested his chin on one hand in boredom.
Butler Tanaka immediately handed over a document that he had not yet read.
He supported his chin with one hand and turned the pen with the other hand, looking at the documents with a tired expression.
Shuji Tsushima: Obviously I just want to fish...
Xingping Chuangzhen is accumulating ing.
"By the way, I just want to eat crab meat dishes." Tsushima Shuji suddenly mentioned.
"Where can you get crab meat at this time..." Souma Yukihira complained feebly.
"I can't eat anything except crab meat dishes." The black-haired boy said in a willful tone.
"Let's wait until you taste it after I'm done." Xing Ping Soma looked confident.
"Alas..." The young man sighed and said no more, continuing to read the documents.
"Guest, your food." A plate of steaming bacon-wrapped food was placed on the dining table.
"Bad hospitality -" the boy in red smiled and pulled off the white band tied around his head.
Shuji Tsushima looked at the band that had been torn off the other person's head and wrapped around his hand, and then at the bandage wrapped around his own arm.
Ah... the setting of wearing a bandage is quite common.
Speaking of which, bandages and eye patches on the eyes are also very common...
but……
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"It's most delicious when it's hot." Yukihira Soma urged.
"Barbeque with potatoes and bacon..." Shuji Tsushima looked at the food in front of him and picked up the knife and fork.
Cut it into pieces slowly and put it in your mouth.
"How does it taste?" Yukihira Soma looked expectantly at the side.
"...It's not bad." The young man thought for a while and said.
The tone is perfunctory.
"Then...are you satisfied?" Xing Ping Soma looked disappointed.
"At this level... it's not enough." The black-haired boy shook his head.
"Did you cook the same dish for the previous person?" he asked.
"Yes, that lady obviously enjoyed her meal very much..." Xingping Soma said, holding her forehead.
Damn it, I didn’t satisfy this person!
"Sure enough, it's not even close, you kid." Seiichiro Yukihira touched his son's red hair in a funny way.
Turned around and entered the kitchen.
"What kind of food does the guest want to eat?" Seiichiro Yukihira stood in front of the kitchen counter and turned to ask Tsujima Shuji.
"Crab meat, crab meat, crab meat..." The boy closed the document with his eyes closed.
“If there was no crabmeat…”
"Just make me something that tastes like crab meat." He folded his hands and held his chin, smiling.
"It tastes like crab meat...I know." Seiichiro Yukihira said in a relaxed tone.
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"Please use it slowly." With Tsushima Shuji's expectation, Yukihira Seiichiro served his food.
The same dish as crab sticks, wrapped in golden pastry.
"This is..." Shuji Tsushima picked up a fork and put it in front of his eyes to observe.
The same texture as crab meat.
"It's tofu." He said clearly.
"You have very good taste." Seiichiro Yukihira affirmed.
Generally, non-cookers cannot tell the ingredients they use.
"Crab meat dish made with tofu..."
"That's a good idea." Tsushima Shuji said as he put the food into his mouth.
Then he put down the tableware.
"How is it? Are you not satisfied with the taste?" Seiichiro Yukihira asked, looking at the unfinished food.
"If I get a perfect score of 100, this dish can get a score of 90." The black-haired boy said after swallowing the food in his mouth.
"What's the reason for the remaining ten points?" Seiichiro Yukihira asked seriously.
He made it very carefully.
"It's not your problem." The young man sat in his seat and shook his head.
"It's my problem." His eyelashes quivered.
"Tofu is still tofu after all, and it will never turn into crab meat..."
"If I couldn't tell it was tofu, this meal would have been perfect." The boy said with a sigh.
But...what is false cannot become true after all.
"It seems that my cooking skills still can't satisfy you." Seiichiro Yukihira also said helplessly.
"No, ninety points is already a satisfactory standard." The young man shook his head.
"Congratulations, no one will bother you again."
"This street will become a special food street." The young man made his decision in an understatement.
"Mr. Tanaka, please excuse me." He said to the old man beside him.
"Everything will follow your wishes." Butler Tanaka bowed respectfully and said.
"This is meal money." The boy took out the check and wrote a bunch of numbers and put it on the table.
"One million? This is too much...!" Yukihira Soma exclaimed as he picked up the check.
"It's just a meal, you won't need so much." He tried to return the check.
"No." Shuji Tsushima shook his head.
"One million can eat Mr. Shura's food. It's really cheap." He smiled with unknown meaning.
"Shura...? You mean...my dad?" Xingping Soma looked at his old father who looked like a straightforward and carefree man with a puzzled face.
No, your father still has a hidden identity?
"You got the wrong person, I'm just an ordinary small restaurant owner."
Yukihira Seiichiro laughed and brushed it off.
"Then I'll say goodbye." Butler Tanaka said goodbye to them on behalf of his young master.
A group of bodyguards supported the young man in black as he walked out of the restaurant.
Get in the car and simply leave.
"I just gave up..." Souma Yukihira touched his head.
The woman who came before made a lot of harsh words.
But that group of people just now...
He was very polite throughout the whole process.
Although...it's very particular.
He looked at the dining table covered with a white tablecloth, the cushioned chairs, and the bouquets of flowers placed on the table.