Chapter 1, Show Your Ugly!

In the world of food, in a small town in Japan, a small restaurant named Xinghei is in full swing.

The counter where the food was ordered was full of people, but the big guys were not ordering food, but they all stared wide-eyed and carefully observed the two men, one big and one small, who were cooking at the counter. Looking forward to it is just right to describe the mood of everyone present. This is probably the charm of cooking in this world.

"Finish!!"

"Finish!"

The two chefs completed their work at the same time, plated, garnished, and served, all in one go.

Seeing that the two chefs presented their creations, the eagerly awaited crowd was not in a mess, and they chatted with each other for a while, and a short-haired female middle school student was pushed out.

It's up to you, girl.

You are the referee! !

This phenomenon shows that the two at the counter often compare each other, and the customers in the store have long been familiar with it and are used to it, and they are very skilled.

The girl's expression was a little flustered, but she obediently sat down on the stool in front of the counter and began to try the two fried rice in front of her.

After two mouthfuls of food, the girl was about to fly 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.

Three seconds, only three seconds of thinking, the girl pointed at the older chef without hesitation.

"The ones here are more delicious." The girl said to the young chef apologetically.

The little chef was hit hard. The big chef is also used to it, he clenched his fist and raised his right hand without hesitation, announcing his victory.

"Oh~ the winner has been decided!! Today's cooking contest is won by the boss again!" The customers in the store had already been prepared for this result and were used to it.

"Hmm..." The little chef sat on the ground with an unconvinced expression on his face, the scar on the corner of his left eyebrow and the red hedgehog head trembling with anger.

"Your cooking skills are still far behind, Chuangzhen." The big chef boss looked down at the little chef sitting on the ground, very provocative. But his eyes always inadvertently reveal a trace of deep relief. But of course the little cook didn't notice at all.

Let me introduce officially, the name of the chef is Seiichiro Kohei, thirty-eight years old. The little chef is his son Xingping Chuangzhen, who is fifteen years old this year.

"It seems that I lost today for the time being." The little chef patted his buttocks and stood up, turning around angrily.

This shows that he is not convinced at all.

"I'll say that after you win once." The boss had a drop of cold sweat on his forehead.

"..., you lost nearly 500 times, right?!" The boss thought for a while, and turned on the molesting mode.

"Ah?! Don't be complacent, you only lost 489 times!!" The little chef went crazy on the spot.

"Isn't this also approaching five hundred?" The boss teased his feelings.

"∞x%&x&(`)" The little chef refuted a lot, very like Kong Yiji.

Ten minutes later, the store had already started to open normally, and customers could not be kept waiting.

Trouble is trouble, guests are more important than everything else.

"Speaking of which, the dishes made by the boss are really delicious!!" guest a tearfully commented.

"It's such a blessing to be able to eat such delicious food so close to home!!" Guest b's indescribable comment.

The little chef has not yet stepped out of the shadows, and is silently tinkering with the bento box.

"But...but! Xingping-kun's rice is delicious too! I've never eaten such delicious fried rice!!" The short-haired girl blushed and said with great courage.

You just look like you like someone else.

"...Thank you. I researched a new dish this morning. If you don't mind, would you like to try it?" The little chef said, wanting to cry without tears, as he tasted the contents of the bento.

"Do you want to try it? I really want to try it." The girl was elated.

"Grilled squid feet with peanut sauce." The little chef took out the contents of the bento box.

The customers in the store suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Oh, oh, this time it seems..., it seems to be..." The faces of two of them were blue, and their psychological shadows were overwhelming.

"Ah... no..." The girl recalled her past experience.

"Come... let's try it." The little chef seemed to be possessed by something unclean.

"Forget it?" The girl completely retreated.

"It tastes so bad that I want to laugh." The little chef couldn't help saying that he stuffed the grilled octopus leg with an ominous smell into the girl's mouth with a chopstick.

The girl suddenly froze with puffed cheeks.

There are only two words in the brain, it is unpalatable! ! !

"The so-called cuisine is the endless wilderness! The wilderness filled with countless delicious delicacies and unpalatable crude food is on that continent! I... want to go there and have a look." The little chef put his hand in his pocket and said quite Connotative words.

"It's so noisy!! Idiot. You go alone! Hey? Take heart! Are you okay?" Another girl was furiously giving first aid to the short-haired girl and verbally attacking the culprit.

"Octopus... octopus... um..." The short-haired girl was so disgusted that she lost her soul.

Guest a: "Even if it is a failure, that kid Xingping 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 small dried fish with strawberry jam I created is also super unpalatable, Xinghei." The boss saw it and said excitedly.

"That? That's really unpalatable." Xin Ping replied as usual.

Guests A and B blushed: "Like father, like son..."

"Bang!" The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly came from the door.

The father and son, who started a heated discussion about whose dish was more unpalatable, stopped what they were doing and walked out.

"What's the situation?" The father and son who went out and the guests were confused by the scene at the door as soon as they arrived.

On the street, a muscular muscular man with a denim jacket tied around his waist and a black vest lay face down at the door.

The people around me all had embarrassing expressions that they wanted to go up to have a look but didn't dare to step forward to check.

"Dad, this is... a gangster thug, right? This is too exaggerated. With such a big knife, it is killing someone." The little chef Xin Ping pointed to the beheading knife carried by the strong man on the ground.

A solid steel rod about two meters long with the thick mouth of a cup fell beside the strong man. The sound just now must have been caused by the falling steel rod.

The boss tilted his head to look at it, moved his nose, and walked up with a smile.

"Boss, this is a gangster! Don't worry about it, just be careful not to cause 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 guests.

The guests ignored him and stared blankly at the strong man who was turned over. Among them, the eyes of the girls even became loving.

"So handsome..." the girls said in a daze.

The boss saw that everyone's expressions were wrong, and when he looked back, he was also stunned.

The muscular body of the brawny man, which was too strong to be seen, softened with his handsome face. This is a healthy, sunny and refreshing sunny boy, and now it is the inner thoughts of everyone present.

"Hey...wake up!" The boss was the first to come back to his senses, and patted the face of the robust young man.

The boy opened his eyes, a pair of circled eyes, in Chinese, "I'm starving to death. I will never lose my wallet again in my life!!"

"..., I lost my wallet, I'm too hungry. Xingping, go get something to eat." The boss yelled at the little chef.

"Dad, do you understand what he said?"

"It's only Chinese. I went to school on TV. Go and get something to eat."

"Oh." Xin Ping went directly to the counter without asking any further questions.

"The boss can actually understand Chinese, that's amazing." The guests were a little surprised.

After a while, Xingping came with a bowl.

The boy who had been making circles all the time moved his nose, sat up abruptly, grabbed the bowl and chopsticks, and started to eat voraciously.

"Slow down...don't choke."

"No, I won't choke." The boy answered clearly in Japanese while eating.

"..., you can speak Japanese?"

"Well. My grandfather asked me to learn it. He said that he wanted to eat all over the world. It's a shame that he can't order the order if he doesn't understand the language. I don't know many languages, just five languages, English, Japanese, German, Russian, French. Chinese It's your mother tongue, it's a shame if you don't understand it."

"..." The boss looked at the boy, then looked back at Xingping, and shook his head.

"Damn! Don't look at me with the eyes of someone else's child who is so good! He is so much older than me!!" Xing Ping Chuangzhen's head was bursting with veins.

"I'm fifteen this year, my name is Shi Ke, and I'm from China." The boy stopped his chopsticks and said.

"... Who are you lying to? Your arms are as thick as my thighs!!" Xing Ping Chuangzhen patted the boy's arm.

"Eat well and grow fast. Can I have another bowl?" The boy finished eating.

"Have you tasted it? So fast?"

"Taste it. Your cooking skills are considered outstanding among your peers. However, as a chef, you can only be regarded as above-average. It is far from the top. I am just telling the truth, if you are unhappy, I am not happy either." Solution. I'm sorry first." The boy said.

"..." Xingping pursed his mouth, not easy to attack.

"Hmm. The evaluation is very pertinent. He knows how to eat." The boss rubbed his chin and said with a smile.

"Fried rice is 600 yen. It's half price for you, 300 yen." Xinghei said.

"..., can I still be so hungry if I have money? I don't have a dollar."

"Do you want to eat the overlord's meal?" Xingping suddenly turned into a hooligan face.

"Eh... I'll pay you back the money by working part-time in your shop. No salary, just pay me meals."

"Do you think anyone can work in our Xinping restaurant?" Xingping rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight.

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"If you want to fight, you should also pay attention to the difference in body size, okay? I am also a chef, so it shouldn't be too outrageous to pay back money from part-time jobs. Boss." The boy stood up and looked at the boss.

Xingping looked up, 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, I'll keep you if you're qualified. Otherwise, I can't smash my own brand." The boss said with a smile.

"Yeah. Then I'll... show my ugliness!" The boy grinned, and an incomparable confidence infected everyone present.

"..." The boss's eyes, which had been squinting slightly, revealed an inexplicable expression.