"Hurry up, Erina, how long are you going to keep me waiting" The man crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees seemingly relaxedly. \ "Me" "Sir, can you please let me know this is the place I booked."
Yang Ming walked over and said.
"Heh" The man looked at Yang Ming with very unpleasant eyes, "Is what he said true?"
"That's right," Shinto Scarlet said, "This is the location booked by Erina-sama's friend."
"So, what have you been doing during my absence," the man looked at Yang Ming with pity, "Friend, you don't need that kind of thing." ” "Look at these guys in the restaurant, you have to remember, Erina, your dishes are not for this kind of guys, you have to choose your diners carefully."
"Don't, let them lower your taste."
Hey, this guy Yang Ming is getting more and more unhappy the more he listens, he's really tired of running here to shoot the map cannon You don't look at who these people are at Erina's restaurant, but they are all well-known figures in the Toei food scene, and there are several judges in the autumn auditions You are not afraid that they will take you "Something is wrong" Yang Ming suddenly realized that something was wrong with the situation.
After the man had said that, the silence in the dining room was terrible, and no one even spoke to reprimand him.
And looking at the expressions of those people, although they are not as obvious as those on Erina Nagikiri's face, they are indeed afraid Who is this man?
"These guys, how can anyone know what "real food" is?"
That contemptuous tone really made Yang Ming can't help but speak: "We don't know, you know what 'real food' is" "Of course, Stinky Imp" Before Yang Ming could get angry, he continued, "'Real food' is similar to beautiful paintings, sculptures, and music. ” "The true value of all first-rate art can only be understood by people of character and taste, who are properly educated."
"These values are incomprehensible to ordinary people, just pure fun."
"Real food is such a thing, and it is the existence of a very small number of people who can reach a consensus on values, which can be called "dishes", and other things are not "dishes", but just "feed".
"People like you who think you can call it "gourmet" if you use high-quality ingredients can't understand what I'm saying."
It's still silent, and I can't refute it, these mortals Just as he was thinking like this, Yang Ming next to him suddenly spoke.
"I've never thought I could make a meal with high-quality ingredients."
"In the final analysis, whether it is ingredients or kitchen utensils, they are just a tool, and only people use tools, and no tools use people."
"But I don't agree with what you said about 'food'."
The man listened, noncommittal: "Then you can tell me what you think is called "food". ” Everyone's eyes moved to Yang Ming, he didn't seem flustered at all, and said seriously word by word: "Cooking is an art, I don't deny that."
Hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows and said, "Go on." ” "But unlike painting, sculpture, and music, the things made by 'cooking' are necessary for people to survive."
"We can go a day without the pleasure of painting or music, but we can't go a day without the satisfaction of "food."
"A chef is not like a painter, a musician, or a sculptor, and for a chef, the purpose of cooking is not to satisfy one's desires or to get excited about a sense of achievement."
"As chefs, we want to bring happiness to people by making our own dishes."
The man was still smiling freely when he heard the front, but when he heard the back, he frowned and rebuked: "What nonsense" "I thought you could tell me some clever opinion, didn't I just say it, it's just to meet the daily needs, that kind of thing is not "food" at all, it's just "fodder"" "A dish that is carefully crafted and looks like a work of art can be considered a delicacy."
"I don't think so," Yang Ming retorted fearlessly.
"Let me ask you, when I was uprooted and tired from the journey, the rice balls made by my mother who took out of my backpack were simple in color and lackluster in taste, but they were really not considered delicacy?"
"On the night of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the feast that is shared with the family is shabby but full of warmth, isn't that a delicacy?"
"When a friend is sick, I think a bowl of steaming white porridge cooked for him with no condiments and a little simple pickles is 10,000 times more delicious than the food you mentioned."
"You're talking about these inconspicuous things" Before he could finish speaking, Yang Ming quickly continued, "That's right, these seemingly inconspicuous and insignificant happiness, if we can pass it on, it will be our greatest happiness as chefs."
"Because food is something that makes people feel happy."
"Enough" The man stood up in displeasure, looked directly at Erina, and said, "Erina, you've really found some good friends."
"What a disappointment," he shook his head and walked out of the open door.
No one hindered him from going out, just as no one hindered him from coming in.
"So who the hell is this person" Yang Ming crossed his hands, watching the man's back in the distance, and asked Xinhu Scarlet.
"That's Nagi thistle, Miss Erina's father" "Ha" Yang Ming turned around with an expression that was even more surprised than hearing that the national football team had qualified for the World Cup, "That's Erina's father, I thought it was some kind of person who found fault."
But the scene just now doesn't look like a touching father-daughter reunion "I'm sorry, Erina, I seem to have messed up something" Yang Ming scratched his head embarrassedly, but saw Erina Nagi approaching him step by step.
Then, hugging him tightly.
"Thank you, Yang Ming."
You can only hear it when you are close, and you can't hear the sound of thanks.
"It's okay, it's okay" Yang Ming hugged Erina Nagi into his arms.
He was not mistaken.
Erina, she's really shaking.
"I don't know what happened, but it's all gone."
Yang Ming said with a relaxed face, but Erina Nagikiri's expression did not improve at all.
Because he knew that since the man was back, it would be explained It's just getting started
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