Sensaemon's prompt made Hiramato unable to help looking at this gentle and gentle man with a smile on his face.

Is this the head of Hojolou?

"The General Manager is joking. Since you came with Mr. Li, I won't arrange a private room anymore. By the way, Mr. Li, let me introduce myself. In the Lun Hojo, the Chinese name is Zhang Beisheng."

Ping Yaren's mouth twitched.

"…Mr. Zhang's name is not the fourth place in the family?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Li is so interesting. I am the only son in the family and have no brothers and sisters. Come, please go here."

With Zhang Beisheng's leadership, the Hiramaren was surprised to find that the Hojo building was unexpectedly large, and there were tricks that combined with the principles of the mechanism maze.

Of course, it is very simple for him who is good at formations. After a few glances, he could basically tell that there were eight rooms hidden here, which were intimately in line with the number of the Eight Trigrams, and the direction of their line was one of them.

A few minutes later, as Hojo turned around, a delicate wooden door appeared around the corner.

As soon as I pushed it away, I saw Zhu Zhao Youying, who had lost contact, sitting on a chair, her hands were handcuffed, and there were a few little girls wearing sailor clothes and beautiful appearances beside her forcibly giving them...

Feed.

"Youyingjun, come and try the cherry blossom cake I made. This is our exclusive recipe for Sanxingan."

"Haha, it's not the season for cherry blossoms. Youyingjun, this is our signature dish of "Beijing flavor". Please try it."

"I'm not hungry."

"Oh, this cold look is really irresistible. By the way, you can eat it too, Zhuzhaojun, why haven't you finished this fried shrimp tempura?"

"snort!"

Hiramato looked confused and turned around and asked Hojo Shin what was going on.

"Sorry, Mr. Li, your two younger brothers are very skilled in their hands and injured several of our bodyguards in a row, so they handcuffed them like this, and we will untie it now."

"no……"

This pink surface has cushioned rubber inside to prevent damaging the wrist. Is it used to handcuff people?

It seems that there is no problem...

"Forget it, these guys?"

"Let me introduce it. This is Miyuki'an's head of the family, Mizunoko and his granddaughter Nobuko. This is the head of the Kyoto-style restaurant and the second daughter of Kyoto. This is..."

Putting aside the little girl, with Hojo Shin's introduction, the more than ten middle-aged people, including men or women, were actually the heads of the restaurants or cooking groups in Japan.

Calmly embraced Zhu Zhao Youying behind him in the disappointed eyes of a group of little girls. Ping Yaren used her eyes to convey "You two are today too", while looking at these rare big shots.

Hojo Shin was a little embarrassed.

"Come on, please come to the seat, Mr. Li."

Heimato glanced at Sensaemon behind him, and saw that the old man did not respond, he thought about it and stepped into the seat.

Talking about things at the dinner table is a major feature of the East Asian cultural circle. Moreover, Hojolou’s cuisine is pretty good, and the stir-fried dishes are very delicious, especially the “three-not-stick” taste of each person is really authentic.

Not only does it perfectly achieve the basic requirements of non-stick plate, non-stick chopsticks, and non-stick teeth, but the seasoning is just right sweet but not greasy, and the mouth is smooth and tender. As a stunning weapon, it can be said to be very qualified.

A qualified chef can make up at most three plates and three non-sticks a day. These twenty plates mean that at least seven qualified chefs in Hojo are ruined tonight, and they are simply showing off their background nakedly.

The more dull atmosphere made Ping Yaren put down her chopsticks.

"...Everyone, I am a person who has something to say. I wonder why you mobilized me to trick me from Kyoto to Yokohama? It can't be for my blind date, right?"

"Hahaha, it's okay if Li Xiaoyou is willing."

"Young Master Underwater Li, you really love to joke."

"...Li Xiaoyou should have already obtained our basic information from this old guy Nakiri, right?"

Ping Yaren nodded.

To be honest, when he received a call from Sensaemon while riding the bus, he didn't expect that there was really extraordinary power in this world.

The head of Hojolou must have power and superpowers, the inheritor of Miyuki'an must have flower powers, the Nakiri family's original bursting powers are specially used to appreciate food, etc. The superpower world of the Food and Gallops world and the food world are highly overlapping, or the strengthening and promotion of superpowers requires the gain of strength from making food and tasting food.

"That's good, the old man doesn't have to say much. Today I'll invite you here, mainly because I want to ask you something."

"……Speaking."

“Be our knife.”

"snort!"

Senzaemon suddenly burst out his clothes without tasting the food, and a terrifying aura erupted, causing everyone's shoulders to sink down.

Sure enough, he was acting while tasting his students' works.

"Are you still unwilling to give up those fantasies of nothingness at such age?"

"You have become cowardly, Senzaemon! His talent will only be wasted when it falls into your hands!"

"But I never used him as a tool!"

"Wait, General Manager, I want to hear the reasons for this underwater old man."

"Little Lijun!"

"Don't worry, General Manager, I will not be foolishly turned into a tool in other people's hands, but it can make this old man abandon his face and lead me here without hesitation. He is also aggressive against General Manager Yuanyue's general pressure. I am a little curious about what makes him so stubborn."

In fact, it was just him who smelled the breath of the mission...

Sensaemon was silent and finally sighed softly.

"Oh, forgot, I have a clear conscience anyway."

"Hmph, where does the coward have the heart?"

"This old man, if there is no evidence, we can sue you for false accusation!"

"Erina, listen to him."

"grandfather……"

With the narrative of underwater force, a little-known history emerges.

It turns out that the current Japanese food circle is not a Japanese local organization, but a large food organization from the flower planter almost two hundred years ago.

Back then, due to various reasons such as challenges and wars from other forces, this force fell apart and turned into several food organizations to start their own operations all over the world.

Later, the war ended, and the factions gradually developed their own power, and then, driven by interests, all factions gathered together again to form a very large alliance.

Everyone also knows that there are conflicts in places where there are people. Although our ancestors are friends, now we have their own territory, so naturally there are disputes over the distribution of interests.

After a series of negotiations, everyone decided to use the cooking technology of the younger generation as the highest indicator of resource allocation, so every four years, a competition will be held within this huge organization.

The Japanese branch gradually fell into a disadvantage in this competition after another, so that they had defeated the local supernatural food circle and did not completely make up for their losses.

"So you want me to take on the next game this year?"

"Yes."

"Why? You said that the limit for this competition is for young people under 35 years old. I think that there are many people who are better than me in this age group."

"Because of your bloodline."

"Ha? Me?"

"Yes, you have the blood of the two highest cadres of the once super-large organization. As long as you can awaken, you will definitely defeat them."

"What kind of blood is that?"

Underwater force glanced at Sensaemon.

"It is the taste and touch of the gods, the second of the five highest powers!"

"…Wait a minute, I'll ask, what's the name of your once super-large organization?"

"Liangshanpo."
Chapter completed!