Crossover Anime: This is an izakaya, but you're treating it like a brothel.

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Aoba sat against the door frame between the kitchen and the front desk.

On the left is Erina Nakiri, who is still pondering deeply through the God Tongue.

She truly lives up to her reputation as the eldest daughter of the Nakiri family.

Even with the God Tongue, a talent that other chefs envy immensely.

However, her efforts to become a top chef should not be overlooked.

People who pursue their dreams deserve respect in any world.

Watching Erina Nakiri still deep in thought as she faced the oden.

Aoba couldn't help but smile and said softly:

"The broth for oden is made by stewing chicken bones, old duck, ham, and dried scallops."

Upon hearing the store manager's explanation, Erina quickly looked up, puzzled:

"But when these ingredients are stewed, a lot of oil will be released."

"That's because I added minced chicken."

Aoba stepped forward and ladled out another bowl of oden soup base from the kitchen.

"Would you like to try again?"

Erina took the soup base and sipped it lightly.

moment.

The rich umami flavor hits you right in the head!

"This……"

Erina's gilded eyes trembled.

"By simmering, the umami flavor of the ingredients is fully infused into the broth. The minced chicken... is it made by absorbing the oil?!"

Aoba casually offered a reminder.

With her divine tongue and years of culinary experience, she reacted immediately!

Her pretty face flushed, she looked at Qingye in surprise.

It's like a child who, after finding the answer themselves, is eager to ask the teacher for confirmation.

"Yes, the soup base can only be made by repeatedly absorbing the chicken paste and then scooping it out."

Qingye nodded calmly.

He learned this skill from a master chef at state banquets in his previous life.

Now that it can flourish in another world, it can be said that its brilliance has not been tarnished.

"I see……"

Erina Nakiri nodded in realization.

If it weren't for Aoba's reminder, she probably wouldn't have understood it for years.

Despite possessing the tongue of God, there's still a world of difference between distinguishing between a dish and a replica.

Especially this kind of exquisite cuisine achieved purely through skill.

With Erina's current God Tongue ability, she can at most taste the ultimate umami flavor and a few ingredients.

Other additions, such as the addition of minced chicken, are completely undetectable by taste.

"Manager, please let me handle this technique..."

Having figured everything out, Erina stood up and looked at Aoba, unsure of what to say.

Such techniques would be considered a family heirloom in today's culinary world.

But Aoba taught her that simply?

They hadn't even known each other for a single day!

Aoba understood what Erina meant.

There's nothing new under the sun.

The saying "Teach your apprentice and starve your master" still holds true even in this world.

But Aoba didn't care.

After all, the cooking method itself is not about the pots and pans.

The techniques are nothing more than frying, boiling, steaming, stir-frying, stewing, and boiling.

"What determines the taste of a dish is never so-called technique or recipe..."

Aoba's eyes, as clear as waves, looked at Erina.

"It's people."

"One type of vegetable can nourish a hundred different types of people."

"Everyone has a different understanding of cooking, which is why there are so many different techniques and styles today."

"Therefore, it is always people who determine cooking techniques, not techniques that limit people."

Perhaps he saw a reflection of his own cooking days in Erina Nakiri.

That kind of almost obsessive effort to improve one's culinary skills.

Aoba, who rarely expresses his own opinions, spoke at length.

"...People determine techniques, but techniques...do not limit people..."

Erina's golden eyes suddenly brightened.

He seemed to shine even brighter under the bright yellow light.

"Well, or to put it another way, Yueyi led the seven events? Flags and willows."

Looking at Erina's increasingly bright eyes, Aoba smiled and said:

"If someone else also mastered the method of making this stock, do you think it would taste the same as mine?"

"Recipe techniques are only the lower limit of cooking. Following a recipe will not lead to mistakes, but if you want to pursue a higher level of taste, the recipe will only limit the chef's creativity."

The words fell.

Erina seemed to see an unparalleled confidence in Aoba!

That kind of strong self-confidence—unwavering composure even when standing alone before millions!

"I see."

Erina took a deep breath, stepped back slightly, and bowed ninety degrees to Aoba.

The pride of the Elite Ten, the arrogance of God Tongue, and the pride of the Nakiri family all seemed to vanish at this moment.

"Mr. Manager, thank you for your guidance."

Aoba's lips curled into a smile as he looked at Erina with admiration and shook his head.

"It was just an exchange between chefs; there was no real guidance involved."

Although it's not a big deal.

But seeing that there are successors who can inherit his ideas.

Aoba felt a sense of relief.

The sect's patriarch felt a sense of relief as he looked at his declining sect and saw the emergence of a young prodigy.

Erina Nakiri stood up, her face slightly flushed.

There was a kind of excitement, as if I had been passed down my martial arts techniques by the patriarch of a sect.

"Manager, may I make a dish?"

"random."

Aoba stepped aside and leaned against the curtain, calm and composed.

"Many thanks."

Eri-chan entered the kitchen with a serious expression.

Bearing the name of the Nakiri family, she stands in the kitchen like a general on the battlefield.

She tied her long blonde hair into a ponytail, revealing her fair shoulders and slender neck.

Her slender hands, flowing with water, were as pure as white jade.

Although the ingredients available at izakayas are limited.

However, how to combine limited ingredients is also a test for chefs.

"And eggs..."

Erina frowned slightly as she looked at the small kitchen with its limited space.

After all, this was the first time she had ever cooked in such simple conditions.

But as a chef, she quickly became immersed in it.

Are you making egg soufflés?

Looking at Erina's smooth movements, Aoba had his answer.

In a kitchen with limited resources, it's possible to find familiar ingredients and prepare food cleanly and efficiently.

Erina has already surpassed most of her peers in this respect alone.

However, soufflé eggs are considered a high-difficulty dessert.

The challenge of this classic French dessert lies in its fluffy structure.

And how to maintain the shape after it's made.

"The low-temperature whipping of egg whites and the control of oven temperature are of utmost importance."

Aoba watched Erina's movements and murmured to himself.