Chapter 964 Are You Going to Meet Your Father-in-Law Now?

Chapter 964 It’s time to meet my father-in-law

"Hurry up, Erina, how long do you want me to wait?" The man crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees seemingly casually.

"I……"

"Sir, could you please make room for me? This is my reserved seat." Yang Ming walked over and said.

"Huh..." The man looked at Yang Ming with a very unpleasant look, "Is what he said true? Erina?"

"That's right!" Nito Hisako said eagerly, "This is the seat reserved 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 meant for guys of this caliber to taste! 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 to it. Is he really tired of living? Come here to fire the map cannon?

Don’t you look at who these people are in Erina’s restaurant? Those are all well-known figures in the Japanese food industry! There are several judges serving as judges in the autumn selection!

You are not afraid of them taking you...

"Something's wrong..." Yang Ming suddenly realized that something was wrong.

After the man said that, the restaurant was eerily silent, and no one spoke to reprimand him.

And looking at the expressions of those people, although it is not as obvious as the one on Nakiri Erina's face, they are indeed afraid!

Who is this man?

"None of these guys know what "real food" is? "

That contemptuous tone really made Yang Ming couldn't help but say: "We don't know, but you know what "real food" is?" "

"Of course, you brat..."

Before Yang Ming could get angry, he continued, "'Real food' is similar to beautiful paintings, sculptures, and music." "

"The true value of all first-class art can only be understood by people with character, taste and proper education."

"These values ​​are simply incomprehensible to ordinary people. They are just for fun."

"'Real food' is something like this. Only a very small number of people can reach a consensus on value. Only then can it be called a 'dish.' Everything else is not a 'dish', but just a 'feed'." "

"Guys like you who think that using high-end ingredients can be called "gourmet food" can't understand what I'm saying, right? "

There was still silence. It really couldn't be refuted. These mortals...

Just as he was thinking this, Yang Ming next to him suddenly spoke.

"I have never thought that using high-end ingredients can make "gourmet" food..."

"In the final analysis, whether it is ingredients or kitchen utensils, they are just tools. Only people use tools, and no tools use people."

"But I totally disagree with what you mean by "delicious food"! "

The man listened and said noncommittally: "Then you can tell me what you think is "delicious food". "

Everyone's eyes moved to Yang Ming. He didn't look 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, "Keep talking."

“But unlike painting, sculpture, and music, the things produced by ‘cooking’ are necessities for people to survive. "

"We can go a day without enjoying the pleasure brought by paintings or music, but we cannot go a day without enjoying the satisfaction brought by "food". "

"Chefs are different from painters, musicians, and sculptors! For chefs, the purpose of cooking is not the desire for self-satisfaction or the exciting sense of accomplishment!"

“As chefs, we want to make the food we cook bring happiness to people!”

The man was still smiling freely when he heard the first thing, but when he heard the second thing, he frowned and shouted: "That's nonsense!"

"I thought you had some brilliant insights... Didn't I just say it? It's just something to meet daily needs. That kind of thing is not considered "food" at all, it's just "feed"! "

“Only dishes that are carefully crafted and look like works of art can be considered “gourmet”! "

"I don't think so!" Yang Ming retorted without fear.

"Let me ask you, when I left my hometown and was tired from the journey, the rice balls my mother took out from my backpack were simple in color and bland in taste, but were they really considered delicacies?"

"On the night of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the shabby but joyful and warm banquet shared with family members is not considered delicious food?"

"When my friend was sick, I cooked a bowl of steaming white porridge without any condiments for him with thoughtfulness, and ate it with some simple pickles. Compared with the delicacies you mentioned, I think it is ten thousand more delicious. twice as much!"

"The inconspicuous things you mentioned..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Ming quickly added, "That's right! These seemingly inconspicuous and insignificant happiness, if they can be passed on, are the greatest happiness for us as chefs!"

“Because ‘food’ is something that can make people feel happiness firsthand! "

"enough!"

The man stood up displeased, looked directly at Erina, and said, "Erina, you have really found some good friends..."

"What a disappointment..." He shook his head and walked out of the open door.

There was no one to stop him from going out, just as there was no one to stop him from coming in.

"So...who is this person?" Yang Ming crossed his hands, watched the man's retreating figure, and asked Nito Feishako.

"That's Nakiri Thistle, Miss Erina's...father..."

"Huh?" Yang Ming turned around with an expression even more surprised than when he heard that the national football team qualified for the World Cup. "Is that Erina's father? I thought he was someone looking for trouble!"

But the scene just now didn't look like a touching father-daughter reunion...

"I'm sorry, Erina... I seem to have messed up something..." Yang Ming scratched his head in embarrassment, but saw Nakiri Erina approaching him step by step.

Then, she hugged him tightly.

"Thank you... thank you... Yang Ming."

You can only hear it clearly if you get close, an inaudible sound of thanks.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Yang Ming hugged Erina Nakiri into his arms.

He was right.

Erina was really shaking.

“Although I don’t know what happened, everything has passed~”

Yang Ming said with a relaxed expression, but Erina Nakiri's expression did not improve at all.

Because he knew that since that man came back, it meant...

Everything is just beginning.