Watanabe has the demeanor of a great master, demonstrating the production method of "angel wings" on a special wide cooking table. Every set of textures and every feather has become exceptionally delicate and harmonious through his hands.
There was another round of warm applause.
Watanabe was delighted, and the corners of his mouth were raised high, and the movements of his hands became more colorful and complicated. After a while, several identical white tea cakes were presented to the tables of the diners.
Liangzi stared at the familiar snacks in front of him, his face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with disbelief. His hand unconsciously touched the notepad in his bag. There was the most original sketch of "Angel Wings".
She pinched the white dumpling with trembling hands and took a bite. Inside was dense matcha paste, mixed with the fragrance of white kidney beans, a hint of bitterness and a hint of sweetness. Liangzi's heart was bleeding, and she closed her eyes in confusion, watching from outsiders.
It seemed to be so delicious that she almost cried, but her mouth felt bitter.
From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the energetic old man not far away. His gray and white hair was shiny with oil, and his eyes were slightly sinister under his sword-shaped eyebrows. Liangzi knew that this bright and beautiful appearance made him admire him so much.
Man is just a despicable person who plagiarizes others.
It wasn't until the diners left one after another and the waiter came to urge her that she came out of her trance. Holding the leather bag in her arms, Liangzi swallowed hard and forced a smile at the waiter: "Excuse me, can I see you?"
Have you met Mr. Watanabe?"
The waiter replied apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. Watanabe is not here to see you."
"Please!" Liangzi bit his lip, suddenly stood up and bowed fiercely to the waiter. His bent body did not lift for a long time, leaving only a muffled voice, "I am Mr. Watanabe's... admirer, please.
Take me to meet Mr. Watanabe!" God knows how much courage it took Ryoko to say the word "admirer."
Her faith had completely collapsed just now, and now her heart was filled with uncontrollable trembling and the desire to vomit.
"This..." The waiter hesitated.
"What's going on?" The white-faced boy came over and looked at the two of them with a frown.
The waiter seemed to be afraid of him and quickly explained in a low voice. Liangzi was still bent over, as if he would not get up if he did not agree.
The white-faced boy held his chin and thought for a while, then told the waiter: "Go and report to the back." He then said softly to Liangzi, "Mr. Watanabe has something to do now. If he is willing to see you..."
Liangzi said firmly: "I am willing to wait!"
The waiter trotted to the back of the restaurant, where there was a tea room designed for chefs to rest. Watanabe was chatting with several chefs inside, and there was always a sense of conspiracy being successful in the laughter.
The waiter had no intention of eavesdropping, but the sound of their conversation was so high that she could hear it even from a distance. They said "China", "Definitely lose", and "Takeda is useless". The waiter flinched and quickly lowered his voice.
She held her breath, these things were not something she could hear.
"What's the matter?" Watanabe's assistant stopped her.
"There is a young lady in the front office who wants to meet Mr. Watanabe, and she and her husband asked me to ask..." the waiter said in a low voice, not daring to express her anger under the assistant's gaze.
The assistant glanced at her and said coldly: "Wait a minute." He knocked on the door and got the order and went in.
The waiter lowered her head lower, and the dim light from the crack in the door reflected a shadow. She moved a little, hiding herself in the darkness.
Soon, the assistant came out and said bluntly: "Mr. Watanabe only has ten minutes, you go and bring the person over."
…
Liangzi followed the white-faced young man into the tea room. Watanabe Cunichi looked like an old man who had seen through the world of mortals. In the lingering fragrance of tea, he felt like a fairy.
"Child, I heard that you admire me very much?" After Liangzi sat down, Watanabe Murichi showed a kind and kind smile.
Liangzi looked stiff, nodded, rubbed the goosebumps on his hands, and said softly: "Mr. Watanabe, can I talk to you alone?"
The assistant came forward: "No."
Watanabe raised his sleeves: "Hey - you guys go out first." This little girl looked shy, but she was quite good-looking. Her big eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of moisture, and he felt a little itchy after just one glance.
, and the long legs under the skirt also suited him very well, and he smiled evilly.
"Sit closer, you don't have to be afraid..." After a few people left, Watanabe waved to her, and his smile became even stronger.
Liangzi clenched her fists, and suddenly an evil spirit arose in her heart. She took out her notebook from her bag and stretched it directly in front of Watanabe. She no longer looked like a little white rabbit just now, and asked in a stiff tone:
"Mr. Watanabe, please explain what is going on!"
Watanabe glanced at it hastily, and suddenly his eyes widened. He quickly snatched the notebook from Liangzi's hand and looked at it at a glance. On it, the contents of "Angel Wings" from the conception to the final shape, the shape design, the filling preparation, and even were recorded.
It’s the presentation of the finished product, which has been recorded in detail.
Another note: This work was mentioned in a letter sent to Mr. Watanabe Murichi half a year ago.
Liangzi smiled, looking a little crazy. She pointed at the pattern on it and approached Watanabe again: "When did 'Angel Wings' become your work? You are obviously copying..."
"How outrageous!" Watanabe yelled angrily and threw the notebook in his hand at Liangzi's face.
Liangzi couldn't avoid it and was knocked dizzy. She shouted: "You are a thief! You are a thief!!"
Watanabe's chest rose and fell violently, and there was uncertainty in his eyes. It is true that "Angel Wings" was not created by him. He has a large number of refreshment developers under his command, and they will take possession of anything that suits his aesthetics. This "Angel Wings" comes from
So, I just didn’t expect that my subordinates would steal other people’s ideas.
He closed his eyes and thought about countermeasures. After a few seconds, he reopened his eyes with less fear and more calmness. He did not move, but leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow on his thigh and supporting his chin with the back of his hand.
His voice was low, but he did not hide his contempt, "If you are a smart person, you know what to say and what not to say."
He smiled arrogantly, and his voice was like an old crow on a withered vine: "Even if you tell me, how many people will believe that this is your work? If I'm not wrong, you haven't even started teaching yet, right? You should feel lucky,
My work can be appreciated by me and can be presented on the world stage!"
"So is this the reason why you rob other people's things?" Ryoko asked back, "You turn other people's things into your own, and you are so shameless. Watanabe, you are really a shame to the chef world!"
The air suddenly became silent, and Watanabe's smile froze on his lips. After a moment, Watanabe said nonchalantly, "The law of survival has always been the law of the jungle."
Liangzi's eyes froze and he looked at him steadily without speaking.