Chapter 230: Chapter 35: I Am Ready to Win Everything!
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When Renz appeared, he undoubtedly drew a lot of attention. Some people thought it was just a prank on the broadcast. No one would challenge so many famous restaurants on the Gourmet Street; wasn’t that "seeking death"? But seeing Renz standing in Ono Sushi with an expectant demeanor, everyone realized he was serious.
And at the entrance of Ono Sushi, a line of sushi apprentices, wearing white headbands, stood in formation. This was the largest-scale combat posture they could adopt.
Under normal circumstances, a Shokugeki could be refused with a valid reason. Without a valid reason, all Shokugekis must proceed according to the established order. This is why many restaurants have a Shokugeki challenge room for apprentices to face challengers, to handle the constant stream of low-level chefs seeking challenges.
When a big name appeared, a relatively stronger opponent would step up. Ono Sushi had received insider information: when Renz announced the Shokugeki, he identified himself as a Totsuki Academy person. A quick check of the name revealed: Renz, the current husband of Erina. This meant he was the grandson-in-law of the Nakiri family, the owners of this Gourmet Street. Who would dare refuse such a person’s Shokugeki? And who would dare not face him with the highest level of preparedness?
"Mr. Renz, you should be familiar with the rules of the Shokugeki, correct?" The leader, Ono Tadashi, said with a smile. "Speaking of which, we actually met briefly a few years ago."
Ono Sushi is a family business, passed down through generations of the Ono family. It enjoys a soaring reputation in the Japanese culinary world, famously hailed as the World’s Number One Sushi. The primary reason is that no one else in other regions makes sushi; only in Japan is sushi made, and the best sushi restaurant in Japan naturally became the world’s best.
The "world’s number one" title, however, needs to be scaled down to "Japan’s number one sushi." But this honor is not easily claimed; it still represents a top-tier culinary category.
The brief encounter Ono Tadashi mentioned was from that gourmet variety show, where Ono Tadashi appeared as an appendage to his mother-in-law, Mana Nakiri. He was one of the three other judges.
In terms of judging, Ono Tadashi was still inferior to Mana Nakiri, but when it came to cooking, Ono Tadashi was much stronger. Mana Nakiri lacked culinary talent, possessing only the God’s Tongue, and had too many shortcomings in cooking.
"Should we follow the regular rules or special rules?"
Renz asked, still adhering to etiquette.
"The Ono family’s Shokugekis have always had a tradition, Mr. Su should know that the Ono family makes nothing but sushi," Ono Tadashi slowly began. "When you Shokugeki with us, there’s no best-of-three system." Most challenger-style Shokugekis adopt a best-of-three system, challenging each other with three different dishes.
But the Ono family specializes in sushi and doesn’t make other dishes. Usually, in Shokugekis against other cuisines, the Ono family either concedes defeat outright or doesn’t accept the Shokugeki from the start, unless you are willing to fight by the Ono family’s rules.
"If you want to Shokugeki with us, it’s a single-round sudden death, and the theme is limited to sushi," Ono Tadashi said leisurely. "If you beat us in making sushi, you win this Shokugeki." Everyone knew that the Ono family made the best sushi in Japan.
Others didn’t specialize in sushi. If you were forced to fight according to these Shokugeki rules, who could beat the Ono family in sushi? No wonder the Ono family’s Shokugekis on the Gourmet Street were much more stable than other restaurants’, maintaining a perfect winning record. This requirement was too strict.
Some onlookers, passersby, naturally sided with the challenger, with Renz, the "underdog." As a family specializing in sushi, was it too bullying for the Ono family to respond to others’ Shokugekis with such rules?
"What kind of Shokugeki is this? Who only competes in one dish?" A tourist on the side couldn’t help but say.
Ono Tadashi gave a wry smile; he truly hadn’t deliberately set these rules; they were traditions passed down by his ancestors.
"If you want to compete with us on other dishes for the
Shokugeki theme, we will gladly concede defeat," Ono Tadashi said with a bitter expression. "Our Ono family only makes sushi."
Renz was aware of the Ono family’s situation. Their Shokugeki rules weren’t set on the spot to deliberately annoy people; the Ono family genuinely didn’t make anything but sushi. If you forced them to compete with other dishes, they couldn’t win, and winning by exploiting that wouldn’t be Renz’s style. Renz wanted to win, and he wanted to win honorably.
"Alright, then let’s use sushi as the theme for the Shokugeki," Renz immediately agreed, dumbfounding everyone nearby.
How could anyone challenge another person at their strongest specialty? The Ono family’s sushi, could he really take them on head-on? Surely, he hasn’t lost a Shokugeki before. Wasn’t this foolish?
At this moment, Erina and the others had already arrived at the scene. Renz’s restaurant, under his sudden attack, had temporarily closed down.
"Erina-sama, can Renz make sushi?" Hisako Arato had never seen Renz make sushi.
Coincidentally, Erina had never seen Renz make sushi either. Believe it or not, Erina didn’t particularly like Japanese native cuisine. Especially sushi, which had the most distinct localized characteristics, was Erina’s least favorite.
In Erina’s eyes, sushi was probably just seaweed mixed with hard rice, then haphazardly topped with some raw fish and strange meats. And Erina didn’t like such things.
Renz naturally didn’t practice it much; at most, he understood the basic methods of making sushi. No matter how top-notch Renz’s technique was, it would be difficult to defeat the Ono family, who had specialized in sushi for many years.
"I don’t know," Erina shook her head.
Just then, a familiar voice rang out.
"Hahahaha, it seems this old man has arrived at just the right time!" Senzaemon Nakiri ’s hearty voice boomed, and passersby automatically cleared a path.
"Director?" Ono Tadashi and Dojima Gin respectfully said in unison.
"Grandpa, why are you here?" Erina hadn’t expected her grandfather to appear at this time. In his arms, he was holding a little girl. Rina’s face clearly expressed "unhappiness." Then, seeing Erina, she became even more unhappy, turning her head and burying it in Senzaemon Nakiri ’s clothes, preferring to face the Director’s attire than to see Erina.
"That Renz, he caused such a huge commotion; it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t come to see for myself," Senzaemon Nakiri said with a laugh.
"Grandpa, are you upset?" Erina asked with some concern, following these words.
"No, Grandpa is happy."
"After so many years of your marriage, that Renz finally appeals to my taste, just this once."
Meanwhile, Rina, in Senzaemon Nakiri ’s arms, squirmed. Seeing Senzaemon Nakiri getting closer to Renz, she immediately turned back, stretched out her hands, and made a motion as if wanting to leap over.
"Grandpa, Papa," Rina’s previous words were still somewhat unclear baby talk, but now she spoke much more clearly. "Papa, hug." Rina could now say the simplest sentences. The nannies at the Nakiri family home were quite experienced.
Renz leaned over, hugged his precious daughter, and gently touched his forehead to Rina’s. Rina smiled. The scene instantly erupted into a chorus of "wails," as if a car accident had occurred. What day was today?
Christmas Eve. Seeing this scene, many people’s hearts were brutally attacked. The man had a cute daughter and a beautiful wife. Who could withstand this pressure?
The tourists who had originally supported Renz, the underdog, quickly became turncoats, hoping the Ono family would give this impossibly happy fellow a good beating in sushi.
"So, Head of the Ono family, you don’t mind if I act as the judge, do you?" Senzaemon Nakiri looked smilingly at Ono Tadashi.
"I trust the Director’s credibility," Ono Tadashi nodded. The monthly revenue of Ono Sushi on the Gourmet Street was comparable to nearly three months’ revenue of the main Ono Sushi restaurant in Tokyo. Such a treasure trove, a blessed place, made Ono Tadashi very grateful to and trusting of Senzaemon Nakiri .
Moreover, Senzaemon Nakiri also had the highest prestige in the Japanese culinary world. Such an old veteran wouldn’t find it convenient or proper to favor others. The Director was, in fact, the best choice for a judge in this Shokugeki.
Furthermore, while Erina, possessing the God’s Tongue, was certainly an excellent judge, young people tend to be more emotional and lack the seasoned wisdom of elders.
With her husband in a Shokugeki, there was a possibility of biased behavior. Therefore, having Senzaemon Nakiri as a judge, and not Erina with her God’s Tongue, was indeed the best choice.
"However, I alone are not enough. Dojima, come here, I’ll give you a judge’s seat."
"That means we still need one more judge."
"Then I’ll just pick a random customer."
Senzaemon Nakiri ’s thinking was also different from ordinary people. He deliberately didn’t choose a professional in the culinary field, and instead picked a customer to be a judge. This action not only increased interaction with the tourists but also implicitly maintained fairness. It prevented others from gossiping.
And while tourists might not necessarily discern the subtle nuances of a dish, they could certainly tell which dish tasted better. Even if an incorrect judgment was made, there were still two professionals to catch any errors.
"Oh, by the way, you brat, did you issue a Shokugeki to all the restaurants on the Gourmet Street?" Senzaemon Nakiri turned and asked.
Renz nodded.
"Then, Ono Sushi is the first restaurant you’re challenging!"
"I, Senzaemon Nakiri , will serve as the chief judge for this Shokugeki, overseeing this challenge from start to finish."
"Are you ready for the challenge?"
Renz sketched a handsome smile, tinged with a hint of arrogance, and replied ambiguously, "I am ready to win everything."
Senzaemon Nakiri faced Renz’s answer with a moment of surprise, then burst into hearty laughter.
"Then, let’s begin."
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