"Impossible, impossible, impossible."
Onizuka Eikichi, as if his soul had been lost, squatted in a corner of the restaurant, drawing circles.
Why was he like this?
This goes back ten minutes.
Onizuka was, of course, very familiar with the Chinese restaurant. After all, he was Liu Ming's childhood friend and had visited many times when they were young.
But this time, returning and stepping into the restaurant again, he was completely dumbfounded.
Looking at the delicate, cute, youthful, and vibrant qipao-clad beauties in the hall, he was so envious he was almost driven mad.
And he had just been so boastful, saying he would introduce beautiful women to Liu Ming.
The slap in the face came too quickly.
He immediately collapsed.
He ran to the corner to draw circles.
Miyu quietly came to Liu Ming's side and whispered, "Xiao Ming, who is that delinquent?"
Who knew Onizuka's ears were incredibly sharp? He jumped up and ran in front of Miyu.
Although Liu Ming knew Onizuka wouldn't harm Miyu, he still reached out and shielded her behind him.
Onizuka didn't mind. Looking at Miyu over Liu Ming's shoulder, he said, "I am Onizuka Eikichi, 22 years old, unmarried, and will be the world's number one teacher. I am not a delinquent. Please be nice to me."
Miyu paused, then let out a string of bell-like laughter.
It was too funny, especially with Onizuka saying it so earnestly.
"Alright, hurry back to the table. Don't embarrass yourself here."
Liu Ming was speechless. If their relationship wasn't so good, he would have thrown Onizuka out.
"Of course you can say that, you guy. I don't know if you saved the whole world in your past life, to have so many beautiful girls around you. It's so enviable!" Onizuka's expression was now full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.
"Alright, alright, aren't you going to be a teacher? You'll soon have many cute female students treating you the same way." Liu Ming couldn't stand it anymore and could only comfort him like this.
Hearing this, Onizuka's spirits immediately lifted, and he instantly regained his confidence.
He straightened his suit, nodding in agreement, "You're right, I have no need to be envious."
"Haha~~~" Seeing Onizuka return, Ryuji burst out laughing.
Onizuka glared at him, "You must have known all along, didn't you? You didn't tell me beforehand and let me make a fool of myself."
"Uncle, is he really a teacher?" Sora looked at Onizuka, a little disbelieving.
"Of course not, you believe him just because he says so? Sister, you're so silly," Miyu said.
"Hmm, I don't think so either. Look at him, not only has he dyed his hair, but he's also wearing an earring. Is this the proper appearance for a teacher?" Yuta also shook his head in denial.
"Alright, stop discussing. Although Onizuka isn't officially a teacher yet, it's hard to say about the future. You all go attend to the customers; leave these two to me."
Liu Ming dispersed the few who had gathered, then walked over to Onizuka. He pulled out an empty chair and sat down.
"Have you decided what you want to eat? Since Onizuka is back today, I'll personally cook a feast."
Ryuji let out a cold laugh.
"Heh heh, don't think that saying that will make me go easy on you. If I say I'll eat you out of house and home, I will."
Liu Ming shrugged indifferently, "Sure, rice is all-you-can-eat."
"Who's talking about rice? I'm talking about dishes, about meat. Don't try to fob me off with rice."
Ryuji hadn't expected Liu Ming to be so shameless; he was practically driving him mad.
"Hahahaha, I'm just kidding with you. Am I really that petty?" Liu Ming smiled smugly.
"What do you think?" Ryuji gave him an annoyed glare.
"Hey, you two wait a moment. Liu Ming, is what you cook edible? You know your cooking skills. I have to report to school tomorrow, and I don't want to end up in the hospital."
Onizuka's face changed dramatically; he didn't want to repeat the tragedy of yesteryear.
Liu Ming glanced at him, saying in an annoyed tone, "You don't have to eat it."
To still describe him with his past cooking level, hadn't he heard the saying, 'After three days, a scholar's knowledge should be re-evaluated'?
"That's right, you don't have to eat it," Ryuji chimed in.
Onizuka looked at the two of them suspiciously; he felt like they were trying to trick him.
Liu Ming stopped asking. He stood up directly, "I'll decide the dishes. You two wait here for a bit, you'll be eating soon."
Back in the kitchen, Liu Ming began to carefully select ingredients.
Despite how he had just spoken to the two of them, his feelings for them were genuinely deep; after all, the three of them were childhood friends.
That kind of conversation was simply their way of interacting.
They had long been accustomed to it.
Special dishes were definitely a must, just in case those two guys got addicted and came to freeload meals every day, which would be troublesome.
Plus two meat dishes, braised pork and braised chicken with mushrooms.
A total of five dishes, enough for the two of them to eat.
Onizuka, bored, opened the menu on the table. Looking at the rows of numbers, he felt completely unwell.
He looked up at Ryuji, then pointed to the numbers on the menu.
Ryuji shrugged. He looked around, and seeing that Sora and the others were not nearby.
He leaned down and whispered to Onizuka, "Next time you want to come and freeload a meal, remember to call me and let me get in on the action too."
"Isn't that a bit exaggerated?" Onizuka asked in a low voice, mimicking Ryuji's actions.
"Heh heh, you'll know once you taste it later."
....
An hour later, Onizuka and Ryuji were slumped in their chairs, looking utterly satisfied. They were both naked, their strong bodies exposed.
"When did Liu Ming get so good? His cooking used to be terrible," Onizuka still couldn't quite believe it.
"What's so strange about that? Liu Ming has been smart since he was a child. Maybe he figured out some trick to cooking. We mortals shouldn't dwell on it, or we'll just start questioning our lives."
Ryuji wasn't as surprised, having already known about it.
Onizuka nodded, then suddenly asked, "Do you think it's too late for me to learn cooking from him now? This money is too easy to make."
Ryuji rolled his eyes at him, a hint of mockery in his gaze, "Can you even cook?"
Onizuka froze. He really didn't seem to know how to cook at all.
Just then, Liu Ming walked over and handed them each a piece of clothing. Then he pulled up a chair, sat down, and asked, "How was it? Was the taste alright?"
"Look at you, all smug. It's just making a couple of dishes, what's so great about that?" Onizuka's tone was full of jealousy.
He just couldn't understand why heaven was so unfair.
Liu Ming was already so smart, why did he also have to be given such monstrous cooking skills?
Unlike him, Onizuka, who was good-looking, was otherwise useless.
"Oh~~ You seem very dissatisfied. Well, then you don't have to come again," Liu Ming retorted.
Onizuka opened his mouth, but couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh. He still planned to come over often for free meals.
"What are these three dishes called? They're not only beautiful but also so delicious. Honestly, I've never had such tasty food before. I wish I had brought Nagisa along, it's such a shame," Ryuji slapped his thigh, his eyes full of regret.
"You mean those three dishes? Those are from the special menu. The cheapest is 100,000, and you have to book in advance. If you like them, you're welcome to come and try them again, but of course, you'll have to pay."
"100,000? And that's the cheapest?" Ryuji swallowed hard.
"Yes," Liu Ming nodded.
"So, how much does this entire table of food cost?" Onizuka also spoke up.
Liu Ming pondered for a moment, then announced a figure that left them dumbfounded, "About 600,000."
This was just one table! How much would it be for an entire day?
Ryuji looked at Onizuka numbly.
"I think we should just learn to cook from him. This isn't making money, it's practically robbing people."