Shirou's clones number 30 million

Shirou picked up the knife, enhanced it with Armament Haki, then opened his mouth and gently ran it across his tongue.

Suppressing his body's automatic recovery, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a napkin and turned his gaze back to Yukihira Joichiro.

This time, his face was completely devoid of any smile.

He clenched his fist, then released it, remained silent for a few seconds, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Is it really necessary to go this far? A street should be just a small amount of money for you."

Even if you deny it to the death, I can understand. A chef's job is to let their dishes speak for themselves.

"But what does this mean for you now?"

Shirou chuckled and slowly began to speak:

"I think you may have misunderstood. I recover very well; this is just a temporary loss of taste."

"I see. So this is your weapon?" Yukihira Joichiro frowned, then nodded slightly, acknowledging Shirou's explanation.

"That's it."

The reason I cut my tongue and severed my taste buds was simply because I hated those few seconds when I couldn't control my mind after eating delicious food.

Now, having the power of other worlds, it's just a means to win, no different from magic.

Moreover, compared to hypnotic magic, which is difficult for people to understand and has many negative consequences, this method is obviously more convincing.

Shirou used the knife he had just used to cut his tongue to cut a piece of meat off the turkey, put it in his mouth, and then spat it out without batting an eye.

"Then, you've lost."

“Yes, I lost.” Joichiro Yukihira sighed. “No wonder Soma lost the shop. I don’t think there is any chef in the world who can beat an unreasonable opponent like you.”

"I see..."

Shirou then looked at Erina Nakiri, who was standing not far away with a look of fear on her face, and reminded her:

“Ms. Erina, Joichiro Yukihira lost. The money you promised to lend him…”

“No.” Yukihira Joichiro suddenly spoke up, “I’ll do it myself. This is my food battle, and I will pay you back the money I lost as soon as possible.”

"Oh...? I don't mind, but can you pay me back within three days?"

"I can't do that! But I can repay the money in other ways."

Shirou looked him up and down, and pondered for a moment before saying:

"In that case, I'm planning to open a culinary academy to compete with Totsuki Culinary Academy. Are you interested?"

“Alright! Soma is yours from now on.” Joichiro Yukihira answered without hesitation.

Shirou stared at him speechlessly, remaining silent.

Seeing this, Yukihira Joichiro realized that pretending to be stupid wouldn't work, and his expression gradually became serious:

“Soma has a great talent for cooking, and I believe he will definitely surpass me in the future.”

"Since you're going to open a school, aren't students more important than teachers?"

"Or do you think that Soma's talent isn't worth that much?"

After saying this, Yukihira Joichiro unconsciously turned his gaze to the side, somewhat unable to meet his eyes.

Although he believes Soma is very talented, surpassing himself is just empty talk.

As for being worth a whole street, that's just boasting.

However, negotiations rely on momentum.

“What you said, although it reflects a father’s subjective view of his son, I agree with it. Let’s use your son to pay off the debt.”

Yukihira Joichiro was startled, thinking to himself:

He actually agreed! Could it be that Soma really has some talent I don't know about?

Perhaps we can try to test the waters.

"Wait a minute, besides the debt, I also want that street!"

"Oh...?" Shirou pondered for a few seconds, then nodded slightly. "Okay."

Exchanging a street for Soma Yukihira, plus the equivalent amount of money, is a great deal.

He's the male protagonist of a food-themed anime, so he's worth the price; it's not a bad deal.

Joichiro Yukihira rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought:

What's going on? Soma, that kid, is only good at perseverance, there's nothing else particularly special about him.

But never mind! If I can exchange him for that street, Soma will definitely be happy to know.

"Then it's settled. However, Soma has been locked in his room since yesterday afternoon. No matter what I say, he refuses to come out. I may have to trouble you to go."

"you sure?"

"please!"

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Shirou's lips curled up slightly as he thought to himself:

Disciplining young chefs is something I excel at.

As she got up to leave, Erina Nakiri couldn't help but ask:

"Wait a minute! Why did you cut your own tongue? Why go to such lengths to win? Is victory really that important to you?"

Shirou stopped, turned around to look at her, and said in a deep voice:

"That's right! That's exactly it. This is a world where everything is decided by the outcome of a food war. Since I can't be a chef, I can only use other means to increase my chances of winning."

As Shirou reached the door, Erina Nakiri suddenly took a deep breath and said loudly:

"I... will definitely make a dish that will impress you."

Shirou turned around again and scoffed:

"In that case, I'm waiting for you to make a dish that even people with no sense of taste will applaud."

……

In a certain room, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and the curtains were drawn tightly, making the room dark and airtight.

In the corner of the room, Soma Yukihira lay motionless on the bed, his mind replaying the events of yesterday afternoon.

That was something that completely shattered his worldview, leaving him with an indescribable sense of bewilderment and helplessness.

In his mind, everything can be resolved with a food battle.

He had encountered many troublesome customers since he was a child, but every time, his father would use his cooking to drive them away.

Even guests who come with the intention of finding fault will be convinced of their father's cooking after tasting it.

That scene was so cool.

So that's what he did.

However, even though the steps are exactly the same, the results are vastly different.

My friend's father got hurt, and I can't escape responsibility for it.

If that woman had asked a few more questions when she came over the day before yesterday, they wouldn't have been so helpless watching everything unfold when they came back yesterday.

When the knife pierced his shoulder, his eyes were filled with pleading, his hand holding the knife trembled, and his voice and expression resembled those of a desperate person with nowhere to turn, often seen on television.

Although it is unknown what happened to him, it is clear that the fat merchant used some despicable method to drive him into a corner.

"What would Dad do?"

Chapter Sixty-One: At Least Trust Me a Little!

Chapter 61, Section 61: At least believe me a little!

"Is there a perfect solution? Or should I have agreed to transfer the restaurant on day one?"

"That way, the events of the next day wouldn't have happened."

Thinking of this, Yukihira Soma closed his eyes in a daze and suddenly slammed his fist against the wall.

"Damn it! What's the right thing to do?"

Just then, a series of noisy footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

Have you had any guests over?

Or is it that the merchant, along with his men, is coming to take this place away?

Despite his thoughts, Soma Yukihira made no further move, remaining motionless on the bed.

Bang bang...!

My dad would never knock on the door so urgently. Is it really that businessman's subordinate?

Lost in thought, a woman's voice came from outside the door:

"Brother Yukihira, the Boss is here to see you, hurry up and open the door."

It's the woman who arrived on the first day!

When I arrived yesterday, I was following behind that fat guy. He was probably a secretary or something.

Soma Yukihira got up, slowly walked to the door, and opened it.

As expected, the woman came into view.

However, compared to yesterday's bare legs, today she was wearing pantyhose, and the style of her office lady outfit was also different.

"Are you here to take over the restaurant? Isn't that a bit too hasty? At least give us a few days to move."

"No, after discussions between Boss and your father, this street now belongs to your Yukihira family," Yaeko Minezaki said with a smile.

what?

Soma Yukihira's eyes lit up as he gradually came into view of the other people.

Behind her were her father, a somewhat familiar-looking young man, and a dozen or so men in suits scattered around her.