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"Because a few days ago, the customers felt the food was a bit oily, and the weather was quite hot, and I also learned a lot about desserts from a senior colleague..."
Aoba explained to himself:
"On a whim, I made some ice cream, and it was quite popular with the kids."
He was explaining something as ordinary as a kitchen routine.
"It's also good at cutting through greasiness."
For cutting through greasiness. (The remaining text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentence.)
boom!
The understated description was like a small hammer precisely striking Momo Akanekubo's pride as the fourth member of the Elite Ten and a prodigy in the confectionery world.
Or rather...
Every one of the Elite Ten of Totsuki has a sense of self-respect!
"I...you..."
Little Peach stared blankly at the ice cream for a moment, then turned to the excessively young Aoba and bowed deeply:
"What's your name, please?"
"If you allow me, I would like to work as an intern chef at this restaurant!"
Well. . .
It seems like things have gone too far.
Aoba had absolutely no intention of taking on another apprentice.
He paused briefly, gazing at the flames beginning to rise from the kitchen, and asked:
"Peach... classmate?"
"Just call me Little Peach, that's what all my friends call me."
Momoko Akane hugged the teddy bear, her face slightly flushed.
"Alright then, Little Peach."
Aoba coughed twice. "I wanted to ask, you're one of the Elite Ten at Totsuki Academy, right?"
"Eh???"
Little Peach paused for a moment, her eyes widening and blinking.
She didn't reveal anything after she came in, so how did the boss know?
"It looks like it should be."
Before she could answer, Aoba smiled and answered her own question.
"Little Peach, can you tell me how strong you are at Totsuki Academy? Compared to most students in your grade..."
Akane Kubo Momo's eyes narrowed; she didn't understand what Aoba meant by asking that question.
But since his identity had already been exposed, and Aoba seemed to be a very good senior, he thought about it for a moment and told him the truth.
"Rindou and I are third-year students. I am the fourth seat and Rindou is the second seat. Our strength is among the top of the Elite Ten..."
"As for the overall level in the far moon..."
Little Peach's eyes shone with absolute confidence: "Among our peers, there's only one guy stronger than me and Longdan!" (Read thrilling novels at Feilu Novel Network!)
"Moreover, the academy uses an elimination system. Although some extraordinary geniuses may appear in the lower grades, their overall level is lower than that of the higher grades."
From its inception, Totsuki Academy believed that the weak would become the whetstone for the strong.
Chefs who fail to meet the requirements will simply be swept into the dust of failure.
Therefore, the gap in ability between each grade level can be significant.
As graduates, Momoko and Gentian are undoubtedly the most outstanding unpolished gems among them!
In other words...
Are there few chefs with the skill level of Gentian and Little Peach?
Aoba stroked his chin, pondering tomorrow's itinerary.
It seems we can't teach Erina the same way we did; after all, the teaching methods for geniuses aren't suitable for ordinary people.
Seeing that Qingye was silent, Little Peach blinked and her little cheeks puffed up again.
But he looked at it very carefully.
He looks young and handsome, but his dessert skills have surpassed all the new talents in the dessert world that Momo Akane knows.
Where did this come from?
While the two remained silent, intense flames suddenly flickered in the kitchen!
Zhila! ! !
The aroma of roasted meat gripped the surrounding air, spreading and infecting it until it was almost solidified.
The sound of grease hitting the scorching hot iron plate became the only melody played at that moment.
Each loud bang made Xiao Taozi at the front desk's Adam's apple bob and her eyes widen.
Although she prefers desserts, she couldn't resist the meat dishes prepared by Kobayashi Rindou, who was second in the table.
After all, the allure of delicious food transcends taste!
Aoba's nose twitched slightly as he also smelled the strong aroma of roasted meat. His eyes lit up, and he tied the curtain separating the kitchen and the front desk to the sides.
Suddenly!
A wave of heat from a firestorm instantly swept over his face.
At the eye of the storm, Kobayashi Rindou stood proudly, the flames illuminating her wine-red hair and igniting the burning confidence in her eyes.
Her hands moved swiftly, picking up a thick cutlet of meat with a perfect brown checkered pattern on its surface, and with a deft flick of her wrist, she placed it steadily into a pristine white bone china plate.
Sizzle—!
As the last few drops of scalding gravy dripped down, a sizzling hot teppanyaki dish with a wild flair was served!
Kobayashi Rindou carried the dish out of the kitchen with an air of nonchalance and placed it on the counter.
She curled the tip of her nose, which was still covered in wine-red hair, and said, "Boss, would you like to try the dishes from the Totsuki Ten Masters... the ones from their training program?"
He spoke with a hint of impatience.
It must be due to extreme confidence in one's own cooking.
Qingye looked down.
The dark brown pork chop looked as if it were still pulsating in the white porcelain plate.
The edges were slightly curled, and the crust was perfectly crispy.
The abundant juices are visibly locked inside the steak, reflecting an enticing, glossy sheen.
At the same time, the rich and domineering aroma of meat, mixed with the complex spiciness of rosemary, black pepper, garlic and other spices brought out by the high temperature, is like a wild red dragon, raging wildly in the ocean of nasal cavity and willpower.
"Gudong!"
Momoko Akane, who had just finished her ice cream, swallowed hard.
The pungent aroma alone was enough to overshadow her expertise in gentle and lovely desserts.
Aoba's nose twitched slightly as she looked him over.
He had to admit that Kobayashi Rindou's dish had surpassed Nakiri Erina's previous creation.
Moreover, the level of skill is very high.
It seems there are differences even among the top ten.
Kobayashi Rindou's lips curved into a flamboyant and sharp smile, his gaze piercing through the swirling steam and fixing precisely on Aoba.
Her high heels clicked crisply on the floor tiles, creating a sound that was both sharp and imposing, as she walked step by step toward Qingye.
"Try it, boss." Rindou looked at the man in front of him with absolute confidence, who had belittled the Elite Ten of Totsuki as nothing special.
"Then apologize to Totsuki!"
She would never allow any chef to belittle Totsuki!
From the moment she picked up her first kitchen knife, Totsuki became her goal!
Now that he is the second seat of the Elite Ten, he is even less allowed to be judged by anyone!
The words fell.
The entire izakaya fell into a deathly silence.
Momoko Akane looked up at Aoba, her expression becoming quite complicated.
She didn't want to see Longdan being criticized by the boss, nor did she want to see the boss, who was good at desserts, being bullied by Longdan.
Little Peach was very conflicted; her fingers were so tightly gripping the bear's ears that they were almost knotted together.
Whom should we help now?
Ugh, so annoying...
Faced with Gentian's confident arrogance, Aoba remained calm and said:
"Hmm... If all the Totsuki clans are at your level, then I really should apologize..."
"Good to know!" Kobayashi Rindou tilted his head back and accepted Aoba's apology with satisfaction.
Hmph, this boss is actually pretty good; at least he knows to apologize first.
Kobayashi Rindou smiled smugly, completely ignoring Aoba's actions.
His fingers touched the knife and fork with smooth, steady movements, without the slightest hesitation.
The gleaming silver knife sliced into the crispy surface, making a soft crackling sound.
The tender, juicy meat inside was exposed to the air, and its rich aroma instantly burst forth again. I steadily picked up a small piece with my fork and put it in my mouth.
Seeing this, Kobayashi Rindou crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and stared intently at every subtle change in Aoba's expression with his ruby-like eyes.