"No way? With Yang Mingjun's strength, no matter who he faces, he has a chance of winning, right?" Tian Suohui said in surprise.

Yang Ming shook his head, "It's not that simple."

After the three of them finished eating, they immediately walked towards the next stop, Si Yingshi's restaurant.

Yang Ming also continued to prepare his own dishes.

Because today's meals are mainly soup stock, and stock soup is a material that needs to be prepared in advance, so after cooking the sauce, Yang Ming did not spend a long time making the dishes.

After three more guests came, only the last one remained - Kosuke Mizuhara.

Yang Ming can finally take advantage of this time to have a good rest.

"Mr. Yang, your cooking has a good response on the Internet." Kyogoku Nada said cheerfully.

Yang Ming didn't care much about his online fame, he just smiled and nodded.

"By the way, Mr. Yang, the type of cooking you are cooking should be similar, right? From the chicken on the first day, you have cooked chicken, fish, beef, desserts, spices, and today's soup. Tomorrow's cooking should be these. Are you using all the skills?" Iwai Yuji said with interest.

"Yeah, so, tomorrow morning, I have to prepare a lot of ingredients. Soup, meat, vegetables, spices... Today's biggest hope is to have a good rest, and then, tomorrow, I will work hard to end the lunar eclipse festival. Then, rest for a day or two before continuing to prepare for the battle." Yang Ming let out a long breath.

"Haha, I don't know when the time comes, the magazine society will not send people over." Yuji Iwai was a little tangled in his heart.

He really wanted to go, but he didn't know what the magazine's opinion was.

The three of them chatted for a while, and then Mizuhara Kosuke walked into the restaurant in a turbulent manner.

"Long time no see Mr. Yang." Suwon Kosuke saw Yang Ming and immediately smiled.

"Don't call me that, I sound like I'm a few years older." Yang Ming waved his hand and joked.

"Don't be joking. After all, you are the chef who won the championship in the Kyoto competition. The title of 'teacher' is quite suitable for you." Suwon Kosuke said with a smile, "However, Master Yang, you are not planning to take over the food show. You? You're now vaguely the leader of a new generation."

"Don't... It's okay for other people to kill me. You must never be told that." Yang Ming waved his hands again and again, the taste of being a target was really uncomfortable, "For the show, don't look for me, I really don't like it now. No time to."

"Yes, when you're interested, find me. I'll be waiting for you at any time." Saying that, Suwon Kosuke also handed the loose ticket to Yang Ming.

"Wait twenty minutes."

"Okay, can you add an extra bowl of soup? I don't want the cabbage... how about it, is it interesting?" Mizuhara Kosuke said with a smile.

Yang Ming glanced at Mizuhara Kosuke angrily. The essence of boiled cabbage is in the soup.

"Right... Forget it, you don't believe it when you say it." Mizuhara Kosuke waved his hand.

"What are you talking about? Let me hear if I can trust you." Yang Ming smiled as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Just now, I saw a convoy, maybe three or four cars, right? It was parked outside the Gaotai area, and then a person walked out of the car, as if it entered Miss Nakiri's restaurant. Well, I haven't seen such an imposing one in a long time. People." Mizuhara Kosuke said, rubbing his chin.

"And then?" Yang Ming glanced back at Mizuhara Kosuke, who was lost in thought, "Isn't it normal for someone to go to Erina's restaurant?"

"I just think that person is a little familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere." Mizuhara Kosuke defended.

"You've met so many people, it's okay to have one or two acquaintances... Maybe if the two of us haven't seen each other for more than ten years, you might have forgotten my name." Yang Ming said casually.

"I can't say the same. That person has obvious characteristics, with a strand of white hair. I should have the impression that I know his name." Mizuhara Kosuke retorted.

"Ah? A strand of white hair?" Thistle Nakamura suddenly sounded in Yang Ming's mind, and he said jokingly, "Aren't you still wearing a black trench coat?"

"Huh? How do you know? He's wearing a black trench coat, yes, and black gloves." Mizuhara Kosuke said sternly.

"Is it true or false?" Yang Ming smiled bitterly at Kosuke Mizuhara, "I'm talking nonsense."

"We may be talking about a single person." Mizuhara Kosuke glanced at Yang Ming, "Hurry up and make boiled cabbage. It's been three or four minutes."

Yang Ming scratched his tongue and quickly put the cabbage into the soup pot.

"Mr. Suwon, the man in black you're talking about isn't Mr. Nakamura Ji?" Yang Ming said casually.

"That's not true. I don't know anyone named Nakamura Thistle."

Even though he said that, Mizuhara Kosuke kept repeating the name of Nakamura Thistle, and the more he read it, the more familiar the name sounded, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"Nakamura Thistle...Nakiri Erina...Nakamura Thistle..."

Mizuhara Kosuke muttered to himself, repeating the names of the two men.

Yang Ming opened his mouth. His own words would not confuse Suwon Kosuke, would he?

"I remembered!" Mizuhara Kosuke suddenly slapped the table hard, "I remembered!"

"Hey, Mr. Suwon, are you alright?" Yang Ming looked at Suwon Kosuke suspiciously, startled and a little bit unbearable.

"That person is not Nakamura Ji at all... No, it should be said that he used to be called Nakamura Ji. His current name is Nakiri Ji." Mizuhara Kosuke patted his forehead and said in a voiceless voice.

"Son-in-law. He is Miss Nakiri's father~lightnovelpub.net~ Mizuhara Kosuke frowned.

Yang Ming blinked.

"Why is Erina's father here?" Yang Ming scratched his head and wondered in his heart.

"You're right if you don't know." Mizuhara Kosuke folded his arms across his chest, but the expression on his face was not relaxed, "It seems that because of the different teaching philosophy from that of the old man, he was expelled from Togetsu Academy. However, because I am also I've heard it from others, so I don't think it's true."

expel...

Yang Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead. In Yang Ming's mind, any use of the word "expulsion" is not a good thing.

"Different teaching concepts?"

Yang Ming suddenly remembered Nakiri thistle. The cooking concept he mentioned was probably using a group of extremely talented people to train a group of new chefs. But since he had parted ways with Nakiri Senzaemon, why did he return to Totsuki Academy? Aren't you afraid that Nakiri Senzaemon will kick him out again?

"Hey, Mr. Yang, be careful, the cabbage is softening." Mizuhara Kosuke shouted.

"Ah?" Yang Ming glanced down at the water pot, and saw that the cabbage had been boiled soft, he laughed awkwardly, "I'm sorry Mr. Suwon, I was thinking about other things just now. I'll give it to you again. Do."

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