Food Wars!: I Became a Fantasy Ingredient Supplier

A world-class chef is a world-class chef for a reason.

Simply because they were cooking for the sake of cooking!

……

Actually, upon closer reflection...

The culinary world shares a similar underlying logic with many other things in the world.

The ultimate fate of some restaurants is foreshadowed from their very inception.

The chef's talent, the team's ambition, the head chef's charisma, and the goals they set—these are almost innate qualities that determine the structure of a restaurant early on.

Because of her divine tongue, Erina began tasting dishes at high-end restaurants when she was only 6 years old.

So many years have passed.

Her footprints are all over Japan.

I have also tasted countless restaurants with different styles, many of which are outstanding.

With their superb culinary skills and excellent service, they have always been able to maintain a place in the culinary world.

however.

Only those who truly deserve the title of "great".

Restaurants that evoke a sense of pride and honor in diners after their meal are extremely rare.

Yes, Ye Chen's small restaurant is one of the best among these few.

……

The dishes he made.

They are all so simple they are almost pure, without any excessive use of fancy words.

But it is precisely this kind of cuisine that, every time it is served, fills any diner with room for imagination.

Afterwards, the entire meal was incredibly enjoyable. It was clear that Ye Chen knew how to properly handle the ingredients, and he didn't try to please anyone in terms of presentation. His professionalism was extremely high, and he had a perfect sense of proportion.

Think of this.

Erina was inevitably somewhat discouraged.

She was already the top student in the elementary school at Totsuki Academy, and the youngest member of the Elite Ten in history.

But when she arrived in France, she realized that the gap between herself and these world-class chefs was simply too great!

If I were to face Ye Chen using the challenge format of a "food war," it would probably be:

Defeated!

……

"Ok?"

at this time.

Ye Chen noticed that Erina, who had just been eating a black truffle omelet, was starting to drift off into thought.

Her beautiful eyes were misty with tears, and she was gazing at him with utter infatuation. So he pretended to cough twice, but she didn't react at all. He could only reach out and gently pat her shoulder.

"Oh? Is there something you need?"

Erina, who was lost in thought, was snapped out of her reverie when Ye Chen patted her on the shoulder, and then asked in confusion.

"Can you stop thinking about random things while you're eating?"

"Oh!"

"I...I was just savoring the moment!"

Upon hearing this, Erina couldn't help but lower her head in embarrassment and muttered something under her breath.

……

It has a paste-like consistency.

It is pure white.

It has a delicate and smooth texture.

It has a sweet, fragrant, and light flavor.

As a Cantonese dessert, and as a refreshing summer treat that anyone can enjoy, double-skin milk pudding, like black truffle omelet, has its own unique charm!

When you eat it, the top layer of milk skin is delicate and smooth, while the bottom layer of milk is rich and sweet.

The combination of the two made it an unforgettable experience for Erina.

"In English, double-skin milk seems to be called Double Skin Milk."

"This translation is both accurate and vivid. A direct translation would be 'milk with two layers of skin,' which perfectly captures the characteristics of double-skin milk pudding!"

Swallowed.

Erina's eyes immediately filled with excitement.

……

Ten years ago.

Looking back, it always feels somewhat hazy and warm.

At that time, Managi had not yet made the resolute decision to leave home, while Erina had embarked on a journey with her to the south of China.

That land not only boasts stunning scenery, but also hides countless mouthwatering culinary treasures.

There are countless local delicacies such as boat congee, wonton noodles, rice noodle rolls, and bowl cakes, all of which are beloved by the locals and attract waves of tourists like Erina to come and taste them!

Among them, the double-skin milk pudding from Nanxin is the one she can't forget.

Unfortunately.

At that time, Managi's anorexia was already very severe.

As Erina looked at her mother's increasingly gaunt face, her heart was filled with heartache and helplessness.

She longed to share the sweet taste of double-skin milk with her mother, but in the end, this small wish could not be fulfilled!

Chapter 62 Mother and Daughter

Subsequently.

Perhaps it's because seeing an object reminds me of someone.

Erina's eyes gradually reddened.

But she bit her lower lip tightly, refusing to let the tears welling up in her eyes fall, stubborn yet heartbreaking.

Ye Chen noticed this and felt a surge of pity. He said softly, "You seem unusually sentimental today. This isn't like you at all!"

"So what do you think I should be like?"

Take a moment to regain your composure.

Erina turned her head and asked.

Ye Chen rubbed his chin with one hand, thought for a moment, and then said truthfully, "Hmm... I can't quite explain it."

On the surface, you are arrogant, domineering, confident, and strong, as if you are omnipotent. But I know that deep down, you actually have a vulnerable and sensitive side, and still have a bit of childish innocence.

"Absolutely correct."

"It seems you know me better than I know myself!"

After saying that, her bright eyes sparkled with tenderness, and she unconsciously moved closer to Ye Chen.

It seemed that only in this way could she feel more warmth and peace of mind.

See this.

Ye Chen smiled wryly.

He did not respond, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

Erina finally fell silent and continued eating her breakfast. Her thoughts drifted far away, constantly recalling the scenes of her mother, Managi Nakiri, always accompanying her during her childhood.

These warm and precious memories stirred up a complex feeling in her heart, sweet yet tinged with a touch of bitterness.

……

at the same time.

The WGO headquarters in the heart of Paris.

On the dining table, the white steam from the ramen noodles rose gently, blurring Nakiri Managi's vision, yet instantly stirring up her deepest longing for delicious food.

The rest.

Wait for the fog to dissipate slightly.

The bowl of tonkotsu ramen in front of me—no, to be more precise, it should be red-haired pork bone ramen.

Bathed in warm light, it exudes an irresistible charm.