Collector of Anime: The Demon-Subduing Chef

"Oh, are you referring to this cracked kitchen knife?"

Yukihira Soma pointed at the kitchen knife blankly, his tone a little uncertain.

"Could it be that... you are actually a chef too?"

Suffering from not having a peer to compete with for many years, and losing miserably every time to Seiichiro, Yukihira Soma

's attention was immediately focused. His eyes almost lit up as he looked at Kuchiki Tsukasa, wishing he could have a hearty match right away to wash away the humiliation of years of defeat.

"I may disappoint you, but I have never studied cooking."

Because his parents died, Kuchiki Tsukasa often cooked alone.

But his cooking was only average, not to mention compared with Yukihira Soma.

He set his eyes on this kitchen knife just because he heard what Shiroichiro said.

This kitchen knife has been used by Yukihira Soma since he was a child.

It carries childhood memories and has extraordinary meaning!

It probably has a certain collection value.

"That's it... take it if you need it."

"However, there are intact kitchen utensils here. Are you sure you want this knife?"

Soma Yukihira couldn't understand what Kuchiki was really thinking. Yukihira

Joichiro looked at Kuchiki carefully and saw no signs of him having practiced cooking. He might not be good at cooking.

"It's okay, I just like collecting."

Tsukasa Kuchiki took Soma Yukihira's broken kitchen knife and put it in his pocket.

"As for collection... what's the collection value of this?"

To put it bluntly, it's a kitchen knife that can no longer be used.

If it was a kitchen utensil of a top chef, it might have a certain collection value.

However, this is just a kitchen knife of a nobody like him.

Not to mention the collection value, it would feel like it takes up space if I gave it to someone for free.

"Maybe you will become famous in the future."

"I have never met a young chef as good as you."

Tsukasa Kuchiki praised casually.

Yukihira Soma scratched his neck and smiled. He always felt something was wrong.

Until Yukihira Joichiro helplessly reminded:"The guests haven't started eating yet."

Yes! It was like a bolt from the blue.

You haven't eaten yet, how do you know that I am a good cook?

"Please wait a moment, there is another plate of squid on grill, it will be served soon."

Yukihira Joichiro cooked the squid on grill, and Yukihira Soma followed him and got busy. Kuchiki

Tsukasa returned to the table with egg fried rice, his mind wandering

"You have collected a broken kitchen knife that carries the memory of more than ten years of hard training."

"Reward WGO two-star cooking skills!"

Sure enough!

The value of this kitchen knife is still considerable.

Although I don't know the specific evaluation criteria for the collection, collections that are not valuable and not recognized cannot be included in the collection space.

"WGO's two-star cooking skills are about the same as Shinomiya Kojiro's."

WGO is the abbreviation of the World Gourmet Association, which gives the highest three stars as a food evaluation for the deliciousness of all gourmet restaurants in the world.

And WGO will publish the annual evaluation results in the form of a book. It is a food organization that makes all cooks feel awe.

Even Shinomiya Kojiro, who served as the chief of the 79th Totsuki Ten Outstanding People and won the Pruspur Medal, is only two stars.

Kuchiki Tsukasa scooped a spoonful of egg fried rice. The plump rice grains burst out with an irresistible aroma when chewed, which was perfect.

But when he combined the WGO's two-star cooking skills and tasted the egg fried rice again, the taste was still good, but it was far from perfect.

"Senior Kuchiki! Can I sit here, please?"

When Kuchiki Tsukasa was tasting the egg fried rice, a cute young girl suddenly stood beside him.

He looked around the crowded restaurant and saw that there were only a few seats left.

He could only choose to share a table with different people.

"Well, you can sit anywhere."

"Do you know me?"

The person who came was a first-year junior girl named Isshiki Ichiha.

Kuchiki Tsukasa knew her, but he didn't expect that she would know him.

"I am a freshman from Isshiki Caiyu. I have seen my seniors with Miku-senpai in the library before.

Isshiki Caiyu rubbed her hungry stomach. Facing Kuchiki Tsukasa's question, she was still as youthful and cute as ever.

"So that's it……"

Kuchiki Tsukasa was thoughtful. He hadn't really paid attention to it.

Maybe it was because his attention was all on Miku's pantyhose at that time.

"Ah, egg fried rice, it smells so good. I was planning to walk back slowly to lose weight, but I couldn't stand the smell."

Ichi Caiyu smiled and ordered a plate of egg fried rice.

After a while, the grilled squid and egg fried rice were served.

"How's it going? Is my egg fried rice okay?"

"If my dad hadn't interfered, this egg fried rice would have tasted even better."

Yukihira Soma said proudly, his hands on his hips.

""Great! I've never had such excellent fried rice."

Kuchiki Tsukasa praised.

He noticed that there was a small portion of fried rice on the plate of grilled squid.

"This is?"

"Of course, I made the fried rice myself to make up for the mistake I made earlier."

After all, it was Shiroichiro who made the fried rice for Kuchiki Tsukasa.

"Come and try it, which one is better, mine or dad's fried rice?"

Yukihira Soma stared at Kuchiki Tsukasa, waiting for his opinion.

"Um……"

"Your father's egg fried rice is more delicious."

Tsukasa Kuchiki chewed and tasted carefully, and finally came to a conclusion.:"……"

"Hahaha, Soma, your cooking skills need to be improved."

Jiroichiro brought the dishes to other tables and said with a laugh. Yukihira

Soma frowned and thought hard:"What's wrong? The process is exactly the same, how could the taste be different." Isshiki

Iroha looked at the egg fried rice in Kuchiki Tsukasa's bowl. She also wanted to taste it, but the girl's modesty made her give up this approach.

"Any suggestions? What's the difference?"

Soma Yukihira placed his only hope on Tsukasa Kuchiki.

Yukihira Joichiro looked at the customer and shrugged helplessly.

It's easy to taste the difference, but it's hard to pick out the specific details.

"Maybe the strength and time of stir-frying were not controlled accurately. Your father took only fifteen seconds at most. The strength and time of stir-frying were just right."

"You took 25 seconds. I can feel that your basics are solid, but your stir-frying skills are not sophisticated enough. I suggest you continue to polish them."

Kuchira Tsukasa's eloquent talk made Yukihira Soma's eyes widen.

Even Joichiro couldn't help but turn around and look at Kuchika Tsukasa in front of him again.

Innate talent?

Or did he make a mistake today?