In the world of Shokuki, in a small town in Japan, a small restaurant named Yukihira is in full swing.
The ordering counter was crowded with people, but the people were not ordering, but their eyes were wide open and they were carefully watching the two men, one big and one small, cooking at the counter. People present could be described as looking forward to it.
Everyone's mood is just right. This is probably the charm of cooking in this world.
"Finish!!"
"Finish!"
The two chefs completed their creations at the same time, plated, decorated, and served them all in one go.
Seeing the two chefs bringing out their creations, the eagerly awaited crowd did not panic, and they chatted with each other for a while before a short-haired female middle school student was pushed out.
It's up to you, girl.
It's up to you to be the judge!!
This phenomenon shows that the two people at the counter often compete with each other, and the customers in the store have long been accustomed to it, and are very skilled at it.
The girl's expression was slightly panicked, but she still sat down on the stool in front of the counter obediently and began to taste the two portions of fried rice in front of her.
After two mouthfuls of rice, the girl was almost flying with happiness.
Under the urging of the guests beside her, the girl reluctantly put down the spoon in her hand, held her chin and began to think carefully.
After three seconds of thinking, the girl pointed to the older chef without hesitation.
"The food here is better." The girl said apologetically to the young chef.
The little chef was so beaten that he fell to the ground. The big chef was also used to it, and without hesitation he clenched his fist and raised his right hand, declaring his victory.
"Oh! It's time to decide the winner! Today's cooking show is won by the boss again!" The customers in the store have been prepared for this result and are used to it.
"Well..." The little chef sat on the ground with an unconvinced look on his face. The scar on the corner of his left eyebrow and the red hedgehog's head trembled in anger.
"Your cooking skills are far from enough, Chuangzhen." The big chef boss looked down at the little chef sitting on the ground, very provocatively. But his eyes always revealed a trace of hidden secrets inadvertently.
Glad. But of course, the little chef didn't notice it at all.
For a formal introduction, the name of the senior chef is Seiichiro Yukihira, who is thirty-eight years old. The junior chef is his son Soma Yukihira, who is fifteen years old this year.
"It seems that I have lost today." The little chef patted his butt and stood up, turning around angrily.
This clearly shows that he is not convinced at all.
"Wait until you win once before you say that." The boss had a drop of cold sweat on his forehead.
"..., you have lost almost 500 times, right?!" The boss thought for a while and turned on the teasing mode.
"Ah?! Don't be proud, you only lost 489 times!!" The little chef was furious on the spot.
"Isn't it almost five hundred?" The boss teased.
"∞x%&x&(`)" the little chef retorted a lot, very much like Kong Yiji.
Ten minutes passed, and the store had already started operating normally. We couldn't keep customers waiting.
After all, guests are more important than anything else.
"Speaking of which, the food cooked by the boss is so delicious!!" Guest A's tearful comment.
“I’m so lucky to be able to eat such delicious food so close to home!!” Guest B’s indescribable comment.
The little chef has not yet come out of the shadows, and is quietly tinkering with the lunch box.
"But...but! The rice cooked by Yukihira-kun is also delicious! I have never eaten such delicious fried rice!!" The short-haired girl said with a red face and mustered up great courage.
It seems like you like someone else.
"...Thank you. I researched new dishes this morning. If you don't mind, would you like to try them?" the little chef said after taking a bite of the contents of the lunch box and saying without tears.
"Want to try it? I really want to try it." The girl was very excited.
"Grilled squid feet with peanut sauce." The little chef took out the contents of the lunch box.
The customers in the store suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Oh oh oh, this time it looks like..., it seems like..." Two of them had blue faces, and their psychological shadow was overwhelming.
"Ah...no..." The girl remembered her past experience.
"Come... get ready to taste it." The little chef seemed to be possessed by something unclean.
"Forget it?" The girl completely backed down.
"It tastes so bad that I want to laugh." The little chef couldn't help but put the grilled octopus legs that exuded an ominous smell into the girl's mouth with chopsticks.
The girl suddenly froze with her cheeks puffed out.
There are only two words in my brain, it tastes bad!!!
"The so-called cuisine is the endless wilderness! The wilderness filled with countless delicious delicacies and unpalatable rough food is on that continent! I... want to go there and see it." The little chef put his hand in his pocket and said something quite a bit.
Words with meaning.
"It's so noisy!! Idiot. You can go alone! Hello? Cheer up! Are you okay?" Another girl was hurriedly giving first aid to the short-haired girl and verbally criticizing the culprit.
"Octopus... octopus... um..." The short-haired girl was so disgusted that she lost her soul.
Guest A: "Even if it's a failure, that guy Yukihira will be very excited to let people try it..."
Guest B: "If he doesn't have this quirk, then he can be considered a normal chef..."
"The dried fish with strawberry jam I created is also super delicious, Yukihira." The boss saw it and said excitedly.
"That? That's really unpalatable." Xin Pinglao replied in a normal manner.
Guests A and B were sweating: "Like father, like son..."
"Clang!" The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground suddenly came from the door.
The father and son, who were having a heated discussion about whose dish was more delicious, stopped what they were doing and walked out.
"What's going on?" The father and son who went out and their guests were confused by the scene at the door as soon as they arrived.
On the street, a muscular man wearing jeans and a black vest lay face down at the door.
The people I saw around me all had awkward expressions as they wanted to go up and take a look but didn't dare to.
"Dad, this is...a gangster, right? This is too exaggerated. With such a big knife, whoever it cuts will die." Little Chef Xin Ping pointed to the decapitating knife carried by the strong man on the ground.
A solid steel rod about the thickness of a cup and about two meters long fell beside the strong man. The sound just now must have been caused by the falling of the steel rod.
The boss tilted his head, looked at it, twitched his nose, and walked up with a smile.
"Boss, this is a gangster! Leave it alone, or you may get into trouble!" someone among the guests advised.
"He...is not a gangster, he is a chef." The boss turned the strong man over, revealing the other six knives in front of him, and turned to the customers.
The guests ignored him and just looked at the strong man being turned over in a daze. The eyes of the girls among them even turned into love hearts.
"So handsome..." the girls said blankly.
The boss saw that everyone's expressions were wrong, and when he looked back, he was also stunned.
The muscles of the strong man that were too strong to be seen softened along with his handsome face. He was a strong, bright and sunny boy, and that was what everyone present was thinking.
"Hey... wake up!" The boss was the first to come to his senses and patted the strong young man's face.
The boy opened his eyes, with a pair of circled eyes, and said in Chinese, "I'm starving to death. I will never lose my wallet again in my life!!"
"..., I lost my wallet and I'm too hungry. Yukihira, go get something to eat." The boss called to the little chef.
"Dad, do you understand what he said?"
"It's just Chinese. I learned it through TV. Go get something to eat."
"Oh." Xin Ping didn't ask any more questions and went directly to the counter.
"The boss actually understands Chinese, that's awesome." The guests were a little surprised.
After a while, Yukihira came with a bowl.
The boy who had always had circles in his eyes moved his nose, sat up suddenly, grabbed the bowl and chopsticks, and started eating hungrily.
"Slow down...don't choke."
"No, I won't choke." The boy answered clearly in Japanese while eating.
"..., can you speak Japanese?"
"Yeah. My grandpa asked me to learn it. He said he wanted to eat all over the world. It would be embarrassing if he couldn't order because he didn't know the language. I don't know many languages, I only speak five languages, English, Japanese, German, Russian, French and Chinese.
It’s your mother tongue, if you don’t understand it, you’ll be embarrassed.”
"..." The boss looked at the young man, then looked back at Xingping, and shook his head.
"Damn it! Don't look at me like someone else's child is so good! He is so much older than me!!" Yukihira Soma had veins popping out on his head.
"I am fifteen this year, my name is Shi Ke, I am from China." The young man stopped his chopsticks and said.
"...Who are you lying to? Your arms are as thick as my thighs!!" Soma Yukihira patted the boy's arm.
"Eat well and grow fast. Can you have another bowl?" The boy finished eating.
"Have you tasted it? So quickly?"
"Have a taste. Your cooking skills are considered outstanding among your peers. However, as a chef, you can only be considered above average. You are still far from the top. I am just telling the truth. If you are unhappy, I will not
The solution is to apologize first." The young man said.
"..." Xingping pursed his lips, trying not to get angry.
"Yeah. The evaluation is very fair. He is a good eater." The boss said with a smile while touching his chin.
"Fried rice is 600 yen. If you give me half price, it's 300 yen." Yukihira said.
"... If I had money, would I still be so hungry? I don't even have a dollar."
"Do you want to eat the King's meal?" Xingping suddenly turned into a gangster face.
"Uh... I'll pay you back by working in your store. I don't need any salary, just cover my meals."
"Do you think anyone can work in our Xin Ping restaurant?" Xing Ping rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight.
"If you're going to fight, you should also pay attention to the difference in body shape, okay? I'm also a chef after all, so it shouldn't be too outrageous to work part-time to pay for it. Boss." The young man stood up and looked at the boss.
Xingping looked up and saw that he was 1.9 meters tall. Forget it...forget it.
The boss crossed his hands and thought.
"Okay. I'll give you a chance. If you cook a dish and you're qualified, I'll keep you. Otherwise, I can't ruin my own brand," the boss said with a smile.
"Well. Then I'll...show my shame!" The young man grinned, and an unparalleled confidence infected everyone present.
"..." The boss's eyes, which had been slightly squinting, revealed an inexplicable look.