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Chapter 327 Ryoko's confusion ([-])
Watanabe, with the demeanor of a great master, displayed the production method of "Angel Wings" on a special wide cooking table. Every set of textures and every piece of feather passed through his hands and became extremely exquisite and harmonious.

There was another round of warm applause.

Watanabe was delighted, the corners of his mouth were raised high, and the movements of his hands became more gorgeous and complicated.After a while, several identical white teas were presented to the tables of the diners present.

Ryoko stared at the familiar dim sum in front of her, her face was pale, with disbelief written in her eyes, she unconsciously touched the notepad in her bag.There, there is the most original sketch of "Angel Wings".

She pinched the white dumpling with trembling hands and took a bite. Inside was a dense matcha puree, mixed with the fragrance of white kidney beans, with a hint of bitterness and a hint of sweetness.Liangzi's heart was bleeding, she closed her eyes in obscurity, it seemed to outsiders that she was so delicious that she was about to cry, but she felt that her mouth was full of bitterness.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the energetic old man not far away, with grey-and-white hair shining with oil, and under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows were slightly sinister hanging eyes.Ryoko knew that this glamorous person whom he admired so much was just a despicable person who copied others.

She didn't recover from the trance until the diners left one after another and the waiter came to urge her.Holding the leather bag into her arms, Ryoko swallowed hard, and forced a smile at the waiter: "Excuse me, can I see Mr. Watanabe?"

The waiter replied apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Watanabe doesn't see any customers."

"Please!" Ryoko bit her lip, suddenly stood up and bowed to the waiter, her bowed body did not lift up for a long time, only her muffled voice remained, "I am Mr. Watanabe's... admirer, please Take me to meet Mr. Watanabe!" God knows, how much courage Ryoko mustered up to say the word "admirer".

Her faith had completely collapsed just now, and now her heart was filled with uncontrollable trembling and the desire to vomit.

"This..." The waiter hesitated.

"What's the matter?" The white-faced Xiaosheng came over, frowning at the two of them.

The waiter seemed to be afraid of him, and quickly explained in a low voice.Ryoko was still bent over, thinking that she wouldn't get up if she didn't agree.

The white-faced young man held his chin and thought for a while, and told the waiter: "You go to the back and report." Then he said softly to Ryoko, "Mr. Watanabe has something to do now, if he wants to see you..."

Ryoko said firmly, "I am willing to wait!"

The waiter trotted to the back of the restaurant, where there was a tea room for chefs to rest. Watanabe was chatting with several chefs in it, and there was always a sense of conspiracy in the laughter.

The waiter had no intention of eavesdropping, but the voice of their conversation was so loud that she could hear it from far away, such words as "Huaxia" and "lose", and "Takeda is useless".The waiter flinched, quickly lowered her head and held her breath, these things were not something she could hear.

"What's the matter?" Watanabe's assistant stopped her.

"There is a lady in the front hall who wants to see Mr. Watanabe, and Mr. He asked me to ask..." the waiter whispered, not daring to breathe under the gaze of the assistant.

The assistant glanced at her and said indifferently: "Wait a minute." He knocked on the door and got the order to go in.

The waiter lowered her head lower, and the dim light from the crack of the door reflected a shadow. She moved and hid herself in the darkness.

Soon, the assistant came out and said bluntly: "Mr. Watanabe only has ten minutes, you go and bring him over."

……

Ryoko followed the white-faced Xiaosheng into the tea room.Watanabe Cunichi is like an old man who sees through the world of mortals, amidst the lingering fragrance of tea, he has a sense of immortality.

"Son, I heard that you admire me very much?" Watanabe Cunyi showed a kind smile when Ryoko sat down.

Liangzi's face was stiff, she nodded, rubbed the goosebumps on her hands, and said softly, "Mr. Watanabe, can I talk to you alone?"

The assistant stepped forward: "No."

Watanabe raised his sleeves: "Hey—you guys go out first." The little girl looked shy, but she looked pretty good, and her big eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of moisture, and he felt itchy after just one glance , and the pair of long legs under the skirt are also very suitable for him, he smiled evilly.

"Sit closer, you don't have to be afraid..." After a few people withdrew, Watanabe waved to her, smiling even wider.

Ryoko clenched her fists, and suddenly felt a sense of evil in her heart. She took out the notebook from her bag, and stretched it directly in front of Watanabe. She no longer had the same expression as a little white rabbit just now, and asked in a stiff tone: "Mr. Watanabe, please explain what's going on!"

Watanabe swept away hastily, and suddenly his eyes widened.Quickly snatched the notebook from Liangzi's hand, and looked at it at a glance.On it, it recorded the content of "Angel Wings" from the conception to the final shape, the shape design, filling mix, and even the arrangement of the finished product, all of which were recorded in detail.

One more thing: This work was mentioned in a letter to Mr. Watanabe Murakami half a year ago.

Liangzi giggled, looking a little crazy, she pointed at the pattern on it, and approached Watanabe again: "When did 'Angel Wings' become your work, you obviously copied it..."

"Presumptuous!" Watanabe yelled angrily, throwing the notebook in his hand to Yoshiko's face.

Liangzi couldn't dodge in time, and was knocked dizzy. She shouted, "You're a thief! You're a thief!!"

Watanabe's chest heaved violently, and his eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty. "Angel Wings" was indeed not created by him. He has a large number of refreshment developers under him, and as long as it fits his aesthetics, he will keep it for himself.This "Angel Wings" came from this, but I didn't expect that the people under him would steal other people's ideas.

He closed his eyes, thinking about countermeasures.A few seconds later, when he reopened his eyes, there was less fear and a little more calmness.He didn't move, but leaned slightly, with his elbows resting on his thighs, and the back of his hands propping his chin, his voice was low, but he didn't hide his contempt, "If you're a smart person, you know what to say and what not to say."

He laughed bitterly, his voice was like an old crow on a withered vine: "Even if you tell it, how many people will believe that this is your work? If I'm not wrong, you haven't graduated yet, right? You should feel lucky, My works can be seen by me and can be presented on the world stage!"

"So that's why you rob other people's things?" Liangzi asked back, "Turning other people's things into your own, and you are so brazen. Watanabe, you are a disgrace to the chef world!"

The air fell silent instantly, and Watanabe's smile froze on his lips.After a while, Watanabe said indifferently, "The law of the jungle has always been the law of survival."

Liangzi's eyes froze, she looked at him steadily, and did not speak.

(End of this chapter)