732: Chapter 732 [The Three Musketeers of Tokyo] 732: Chapter 732 [The Three Musketeers of Tokyo] The middle-aged man was radiant, faintly emanating a spiritual energy, and his hands seemed to have been endowed with magical power, creating one stunning dish after another, especially with that skilled technique, and an attitude like crafting works of art.
The diners found watching Kanda Yukihiro prepare the meals to be a delightful process, though Kanda Yukihiro’s expression remained serious, making everyone feel somewhat ill at ease.
Notably, Kanda Yukihiro had a cattail leaf fan stuck behind him, which he actually used to control the temperature of the charcoal fire.
“Hello, sir, do you have a reservation?”
As soon as he walked in, a server came up and asked warmly.
Ye Chenfeng smiled and pointed to himself, “I can just use face recognition.”
Ye Chenfeng said this, but it made everyone freeze.
Because no one understood what Ye Chenfeng had said, some with a bit of insight couldn’t help but whisper, “Did he just speak French?”
“Sir, I didn’t understand what you said, could you repeat that in English?” The server who was greeting the three of them was also confused.
However, at this moment, Kanda Yukihiro, who had been focused on preparing his cuisine, suddenly looked up and glanced over here.
When he saw Ye Chenfeng, he froze in place and his eyes lit up.
Kanda Yukihiro stepped forward, his lips revealing a slight smile, “Please sir!
The private room is yours today!”
Kanda Yukihiro said very respectfully, causing the jaws of the diners present to nearly drop.
Wasn’t Kanda Yukihiro always wearing a serious expression?
How could he suddenly smile.
Even his apprentices were a bit stunned, under their impression, the master never smiled.
And although he would personally explain each dish to the diners, he never showed a smile.
Smiling at Ye Chenfeng like this was an unprecedented first!
“Master, the private room was reserved by someone a week ago, and by the timing, they will be arriving soon,” the server said with some difficulty.
Kanda Yukihiro glared at him, “Send them to another restaurant, I have no space here today.”
Kanda Yukihiro’s tone was quite cold, and he returned to his impassive face.
“Then, Mr.
Kanda, I won’t be modest,” Ye Chenfeng said in French, leading God of Killing and Shi Buddha into the private room.
The elegant wood-themed interior, spotless, also reflected the meticulousness of the host.
“Divine King, do you know that chef?” Shi Buddha asked.
Ye Chenfeng nodded, “I do.
Didn’t God of Killing mention it?
Kanda Yukihiro spent five years in Paris, and he also owns a Michelin three-starred hotel there.”
“I see, no wonder he looked at you with a tinge of admiration,” Shi Buddha said.
Then the young server took their orders, and Shi Buddha naturally didn’t hold back, ordering many things, including top-tier champagnes like Salon 1996 and Krug 1990, as well as several coveted American wines.
Of course, this was also thanks to the impressive wine collection at Kanda’s restaurant, a feature not found in other Michelin three-starred restaurants in Tokyo.
Of course, the wines that Shi Buddha ordered were exceedingly expensive, unattainable even for many famous diners who came with high hopes.
After a very long wait, Kanda Yukihiro actually came out to serve the food himself.
Not only that, but Kanda Yukihiro also introduced each dish.
Shi Buddha was surprised to find that most of the dishes combined French and Divine Land cooking techniques.
However, they didn’t affect the flavor at all; even the simplest sushi was incredibly stunning.
“My Buddha, I’ve truly had the best sushi and sashimi, it’s like tasting the ocean itself, and this tofu soup is definitely the best I’ve ever had!” While Shi Buddha greatly enjoyed his meal, he kept lavishing praise.
Although Kanda Yukihiro couldn’t understand Shi Buddha’s words, he was certain Shi Buddha was praising him.
Not only did Shi Buddha show a smile, which was very rare.
It was as if a master from the culinary world’s Mount Tai was giving praise, their standards extremely high, with eccentric personalities and tempers, especially Kanda Yukihiro, who almost always had a solemn expression.
Where had anyone seen him smile?
Shi Buddha tried to ask in English, “Master, why did you choose to go to Paris, France for further study in the first place, and why did you choose to return to Japan afterwards?”
Kanda Yukihiro replied with a carefree attitude, “Being able to integrate good cooking is his lifelong wish.
There can only be one reason to come back here, Iovejp!”
Kanda Yukihiro’s English was very good, Shi Buddha understood completely and instantly felt this guy had a strong personality and was quite cool.
“Mr.
Kanda?” Ye Chenfeng called out.
Kanda Yukihiro approached Ye Chenfeng with respect, “Old friend, it’s been a long time since we last met!”
“Yes, it’s been a long time!
Old friend, your skills have become even more refined!
Indeed, I have tasted the long-missed flavor!” Ye Chenfeng said with a smile after tasting the dish.
Kanda Yukihiro looked at Ye Chenfeng emotionlessly, and it took him a while to speak, “Old friend, you have changed!”
Ye Chenfeng was stunned, “I have changed?”
“I can’t say exactly what changed, but you definitely did,” Kanda Yukihiro gave a vague answer.
“Heh!” Ye Chenfeng suddenly laughed.
Kanda Yukihiro said, “At least you have become lax in how you treat food now.
Before, you were very strict, no matter what I made, what I believed to be satisfactory works, you could always find fault.
Now you are different.”
“Heh, is that so?
If that’s the case, consider it a reason,” Ye Chenfeng said.
Kanda Yukihiro continued to look at Ye Chenfeng and after a moment spoke again, “Your purpose isn’t my cuisine!”
“Snap!”
Ye Chenfeng snapped his fingers, “Exactly!”
“What is it?” Kanda Yukihiro frowned, full of confusion.
“I think you must have taken an apprentice three years ago?” Ye Chenfeng suddenly asked.
The color in Kanda Yukihiro’s face noticeably changed, and after looking at Ye Chenfeng for a few moments, he said, “Come with me.”
Kanda Yukihiro still had the aloof expression, looking quite arrogant.
Ye Chenfeng stood up and followed, with God of Killing and Shi Buddha trailing behind.
Kanda Yukihiro pushed open a small door at the back of the restaurant, revealing a whole different world, and their view suddenly widened.
After passing through a courtyard and a corridor, a small thatched hut came into view, with a pair of shoes neatly placed at the entrance.
From inside the hut emanated the clinking and clanking characteristic of a kitchen, suggesting someone was cooking inside.
“The person you’re looking for is inside!”
Kanda Yukihiro left these cold words behind as he was about to leave, halfway through, he suddenly turned back, “I forgot to tell you, he is in the process of creating his greatest work of his career.”
“Okay, got it,” Ye Chenfeng smiled.
“Swish!”
Without any hesitation, Ye Chenfeng slid open the paper door and entered directly, not even bothering to remove his shoes.