Liu Ming walked to Chitawara Natsume's table, carrying a tray, but he didn't immediately put it down. Instead, he looked at the situation in the hall.
At this time, there were already many people sitting in the hall, and most of them were male.
If Chitawara Natsume were to dine here, what if the clothes-bursting situation happened again? Wouldn't the restaurant be shut down by the relevant authorities?
He thought about it and finally decided that it would be better for her to dine in the kitchen.
There was no other way; the house was only so big. The second floor was where they lived, and they certainly wouldn't let unfamiliar people go up there.
That left only the first floor. Since the hall wouldn't work, she could only go to the kitchen.
Although it was a kitchen, the space inside was not small, enough for her to dine comfortably.
It seemed he needed to build a pavilion in the yard as soon as possible, so there would be a place for those who made reservations to dine.
"What? You want me to dine in the kitchen?"
Chitawara Natsume had tolerated Liu Ming many times, but this time he was even more excessive, actually asking her, a customer, to dine in the kitchen.
Who was she?
She was one of the general managers of the curry company Hub, the Curry Queen who commanded an annual curry market of 200 billion. Now she was being asked to dine in the kitchen. Was this an insult to her?
"Are you sure you're not going?" Liu Ming confirmed again.
"I'll eat right here." Chitawara Natsume's tone was firm and decisive.
"Alright, I hope you don't regret it." Liu Ming had already advised her. Since she didn't appreciate it, whatever consequences followed were no longer his concern.
"Take this; you'll need it later." He handed the previous clothes to the female secretary, ignoring her strange expression, and after leaving this remark, he ran to the cashier, picked up Kanna, and waited to watch the show.
"Hmph, putting on an act." Chitawara Natsume glanced at him, her gaze beginning to focus on the tray in front of her.
It was covered by an opaque lid, making it impossible to tell what dish it was from the outside. "So mysterious," Chitawara Natsume muttered softly.
One of the bodyguards stepped forward and placed his hand on the lid.
The diners in the hall immediately focused their attention on him, making him, a professional bodyguard, feel a little pressure.
What was going on? It was just opening a lid; why were so many people paying attention?
Those who came to dine so early were mostly regular customers of the restaurant, having witnessed the power of that dish.
Especially Natsuno Kirihime, who had tasted it firsthand. That taste, that feeling, was more profound than for anyone else. Just imagining it made her mouth water uncontrollably.
After the lid was removed, a golden light illuminated the entire hall. Chitawara Natsume was at the forefront of the light, feeling it most deeply. That instant warmth that enveloped her body and mind seemed to cleanse her entire being.
It was too intoxicating, almost like a forbidden drug, making one unable to stop.
Suddenly, a scent—spicy, numbing, fragrant—flowed into her nose, pulling her mind back from heaven.
The dish had already revealed its appearance before her: red and white, with a spicy, numbing, and fresh aroma that rushed straight to the soul.
"This dish…" Her expression became serious. Besides being the Curry Queen, she had another identity: a food critic.
She had eaten countless delicacies.
And the one before her now, the feeling it gave her, could rank among the top, even the very top few.
This small Chinese Restaurant actually had a chef of such caliber.
Chitawara Natsume, after all, had eaten many delicious things and also ran a curry company, so her resistance to fragrance far surpassed ordinary people.
She strongly suppressed her desire to eat and began to carefully examine the plate of Mystical Mapo Tofu.
Suddenly, her expression changed drastically, and she tremblingly picked up a spoon nearby.
However, she didn't start eating; instead, she used the spoon to stack tofu.
One piece, two pieces....
Unbeknownst to them, all the guests in the hall had stood up, their eyes wide with astonishment.
A total of one hundred and eight pieces of tofu were perfectly stacked by Chitawara Natsume. Every piece, regardless of its length, width, or size, was exactly the same. What astonishing knife skills! Moreover, after being cooked over high heat, not a single piece had broken. What terrifying cooking techniques!
'Inspiration has struck!'
Looking at the shocking scene before her, Natsuno Kirihime's inspiration surged like a fountain.
She pulled out paper and a pen from her bag and began to write as if no one else was around.
"Food is for eating, not for playing," Thor walked over, her tone a little resentful.
After all, she was a giant dragon; as long as the food was delicious, she didn't care at all about knife skills.
She reached out a hand, gently pinched the edge of the plate, and moved it slightly.
The tofu column immediately swayed and began to fall in all directions.
"Be careful!"
"It's going to fall!"
Would Thor let it fall?
That was a definite yes.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have moved the plate.
But she was a giant dragon; even in human form, her strength was at the top of the food chain.
A small dish certainly couldn't stump her.
A blur appeared on her hand, and in just one breath, she caught all the tofu back onto the plate, not a single drop of juice splashing outside.
"Please eat it while it's hot; it won't taste good when it's cold," Thor said calmly, completely unfazed by the astonished gazes of others.
It was impressive enough that the chef was so skilled, but even a small waitress possessed such powerful abilities.
"I'll enjoy it," Chitawara Natsume took a small bite.
The explosive flavor instantly spread throughout her mouth. The impact, the burst of power, almost instantly overwhelmed her consciousness.
Her rationality was gradually devoured.
"Hiss!"
"Hiss!"
"Hiss!"
Chitawara Natsume was unable to stop, nor did she want to stop. With each bite, a tear appeared in her clothes.
It was too tempting.
At this moment, the female secretary also realized why Liu Ming had said what he did earlier.
She quickly helped Chitawara Natsume put on her clothes, covering her increasingly exposed body.