Hearing Rowan's question, the waiter showed an awkward yet polite smile.
"This table of dishes was prepared by our head chef. As for the Executive Chef, reservations for him are already booked until half a year from now."
The Executive Chef he referred to was Gin Dojima.
Back then, he had also been one of Totsuki's Elite Ten, and he had even been the First Seat.
At the time, Gin Dojima was the graduate with the highest score in Totsuki's history. After graduation, he received invitations from eight hundred famous restaurants across the country.
However, Gin Dojima rejected all eight hundred invitations and unexpectedly chose to work at Totsuki Resort.
To this day, he was not only the Executive Chef here, but had even become a member of the resort's board of directors.
He could be considered an inspirational figure.
After all, in this world, going from an ordinary worker to a board director was not easy.
But this also proved from the side that Gin Dojima's cooking skill was truly extraordinary—terrifyingly good, even. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to cross social classes like that.
This made Rowan somewhat look forward to Gin Dojima's cooking.
"Go tell Gin Dojima to remake these dishes for me himself."
The waiter's eye twitched slightly.
No, I didn't see you drink any alcohol, so why are you talking nonsense? Who do you think you are, asking Executive Chef Gin Dojima to personally cook for you?
Didn't I just tell you? If you want the Executive Chef to cook, you need a reservation, and the nearest reservation is already half a year from now.
Do you not understand human speech?
Of course, the waiter could not say any of that to his face.
After all, he was only an employee. He was not qualified to point fingers at a guest, much less when the manager had already reminded him that the guests at this table were honored guests of Lady Nakiri Erina.
Even if the waiter had a mountain of complaints, he could only obediently respond.
"I will pass the guest's request on to my superior right away."
He did not dare go to the Executive Chef himself, so he could only kick this problem to the manager.
When the manager heard this request, he could not help frowning and felt deeply troubled. Although he was the manager, whether in status or importance, he was inferior to Gin Dojima, and he had no authority to order Gin Dojima around.
But this group was also the young lady's honored guests.
In the end, the manager still informed Gin Dojima of the matter. As for whether Gin Dojima was willing or not, that had nothing to do with him. After all, he had already done what he was supposed to do.
Whether Executive Chef Gin Dojima was willing was not something a mere manager like him could decide.
"You're saying there is a group of honored guests of the young lady who want me to personally cook for them?"
At the same time, after Gin Dojima listened to the manager's request, his eyes flickered slightly, and his right hand gently rubbed his necktie.
He was extremely familiar with Nakiri Erina. Not only was she the granddaughter of the Director, she was also the holder of the God Tongue. At such a young age, she had already become the Tenth Seat of Totsuki's Elite Ten.
And that was only because she had no interest in climbing higher.
If she were willing, no one below the top three seats would be her opponent.
In Gin Dojima's view, if nothing unexpected happened to Nakiri Erina, she would become the most powerful monster in Totsuki Academy's history and break the record he had left behind.
Aside from her powerful cooking skill, Nakiri Erina's pride was also top-class.
Because of that, aside from the girl from the Arato family, she had no friends around her.
Gin Dojima found it difficult to imagine that this God Tongue actually had honored guests.
What kind of people would her honored guests be?
Gin Dojima suddenly stood up from his chair and said to the manager, "Take me to the guests' room. I'll personally meet the young lady's honored guests."
"Ah… yes!"
The manager quickly nodded and brought Gin Dojima to Rowan's private room.
After entering the room, the manager smiled and said to Rowan, "Thank you for waiting, guests. After Executive Chef Dojima heard your request, he decided to personally ask about your tastes."
As he spoke, Gin Dojima had already walked in.
Rowan, Nero, and Cosette's gazes all gathered on Gin Dojima at the same time.
Gin Dojima had a neat head of short hair, was full of energy, and had a powerful build. The suit that should have made him look like a gentleman somehow looked like something a thug would wear.
The impression he gave was like that of a battle-hardened martial artist, a rugby player used to intense collisions, or even a bodybuilder who had trained to perfection.
He just did not look like a chef.
What chef trained such developed muscles?
He looked like he could kill someone with one punch.
When reading the manga, Rowan had already felt that Gin Dojima's muscles were absurdly developed.
Now that he saw the real person, Rowan felt the manga had actually been too conservative.
This guy was much more ridiculous than in the manga.
While Rowan and the others were sizing up Gin Dojima, Gin Dojima was also sizing them up.
Rowan gave off an ordinary feeling, with nothing particularly special about him.
Nero felt like an immature child.
Only Cosette gave Gin Dojima a faint, almost imperceptible pressure.
Without question, she was also a chef.
Gin Dojima saw through this at a glance. The other party was the same kind as him. As for how strong her cooking skills were, Gin Dojima could not tell.
After all, cooking was something where one could not judge strength without personally tasting the other party's dishes.
But Gin Dojima could be certain that aside from her cooking skills, this woman was also quite strong.
That faint pressure could not be faked.
"Everyone, I am Gin Dojima."
Gin Dojima said clearly, "I will be serving you next. May I ask if there are any foods you avoid?"
"No."
Rowan shook his head.
"Just cook freely."
Gin Dojima gave a hum and turned to leave.
Seeing Gin Dojima's back as he left, Rowan smiled slightly.
He hoped this Executive Chef would not disappoint him.
Half an hour later,
the dishes on the table had been eaten completely clean by Rowan, Nero, and Cosette.
The waiter was stunned, wide-eyed and speechless.
This was food enough to feed dozens of people, yet it had been eaten clean by just three people.
What kind of monsters were these people?
Were they really human?
When this information reached Gin Dojima, who was currently cooking, a gleam flashed through his eyes. He knew that there was a group of terrifying martial artists in this world.
These people's strength was simply inhuman. Eating an entire cow in one meal was nothing to them.
Those three were very likely similar existences.
In that case, he had to bring out his true ability so as not to disgrace the signboard of Totsuki Resort.
Gin Dojima immediately displayed all of his skill. One exquisite dish after another formed in his hands like flowing water and was sent to Rowan's private room.
Rowan picked up a piece of stir-fried beef and bit into it.
A salty, fragrant, numbing, and spicy sensation instantly exploded inside his mouth. Without question, this was an unprecedented feeling.
His entire body seemed to transform into a wild bull running across the wilderness, unrestrained and free.
"This feels right."
Rowan sighed. This was the correct way to experience Food Wars.
As expected of the Spirit of Drugging. This was flavorful enough.
If he had to point out a flaw, it would probably be that the quality of the beef itself was average.
Of course, Rowan could be certain that Gin Dojima had definitely used the best beef available. The problem was that the best beef in this world was only A5-grade wagyu.
Compared with the strange and wondrous rare beasts and Sea Kings of the One Piece world, it was still too immature and low-end.
The meat quality of those things was what you called delicious.
By comparison, so-called A5-grade wagyu was just so-so.
Should he go to the One Piece world right now, find a Sea King, cut off a few pounds of meat from it, and have Gin Dojima prepare it for him?
He really wanted to know what kind of sparks would fly when Gin Dojima's cooking skill was paired with meat from the One Piece world.
Would it become unforgettable? Just thinking about it made Rowan feel like his mouth was about to water.
"What amazing cooking."
After tasting a piece of beef, Nero was also conquered by Gin Dojima's cooking and could not help praising it.
"I have never eaten such delicious cuisine before. This trip was truly worth it."
"I really want to capture this fellow and make him my imperial chef."
"The chefs of Rome truly ought to learn from him."
"If I had possessed such a chef back then, I could have eaten at least three more bowls each meal."
"It is indeed impressive," Cosette could not help praising. "To cook such cheap meat so perfectly is truly amazing."
Huh? No, miss, do you want to hear what you're saying?
The waiter serving the dishes truly found it hard to hold back.
That was the highest-grade A5 wagyu beef. How did it become cheap meat in your mouth?
But considering the other party was the young lady's honored guest and could not be offended, the waiter could only shut his mouth and say nothing.
After leaving the room, the waiter ultimately could not hold back and complained to his coworkers on his phone.
This matter soon reached Gin Dojima's ears.
"Cheap meat?"
Gin Dojima was also somewhat confused. Did the other party have meat of even better quality than A5 wagyu?
That shouldn't be possible.
Although he knew this world was not simple, with all kinds of demons, spirits, and monsters, even the strongest demons and monsters were only powerful in strength.
Compared with humanity's flourishing food culture, the culinary culture of yokai was not worth mentioning at all.
Gin Dojima absolutely did not believe that this group had meat surpassing wagyu.
If it were alcohol, perhaps it was possible. But meat? Not very likely.
If such meat truly existed, there was no way he would not know.
So what exactly did those words mean? Pure belittling? Or did they actually have substance?
Just as he could not make sense of it no matter how he thought, the manager hurried over, panting as he said,
"Executive Chef! The Director… the Director…"
"Calm down."
Gin Dojima suddenly patted the manager's shoulder and said, "What happened to the Director?"
The manager took a deep breath. After calming down, he said loudly,
"The Director is here!"
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