My wife name is Erina Nakiri

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"I hereby announce that the winner of this team cooking challenge is—Renz's group with [Growth Set Meal for the Future]!" Senzaemon Nakiri proclaimed loudly, announcing the results of the friendly match.

He had tasted the other groups' dishes as well. Among them, Alice's group's dish left a particularly deep impression on Senzaemon Nakiri. It was a dish he never wanted to taste a second time. Separately, Senzaemon Nakiri could eat both components, but together, the taste was utterly bizarre. One moment, it was a searing, spicy sensation on the tongue, and the next, it was a Western-style cold dish that cooled the palate.

These two combined… Senzaemon Nakiri practically wanted to give them a zero and clear the board. So, the understanding of "team cooking" was just making two individual dishes and putting them together?

As Senzaemon Nakiri announced the winning team, Renz and Erina simultaneously became the focus of everyone's attention.

"Medicinal cuisine could also win the Director's favor?" Hisako Arato's eyes sparkled slightly.

"Their overall strength is formidable," Eishi Tsukasa said casually. He himself had no great ambition and didn't want to constantly compete with others in cooking. He simply wanted to create dishes that others would appreciate. Thus, he was always indifferent to events and eager to avoid any commercial activities.

However, with an excellent family background and immense talent, Eishi Tsukasa's culinary journey had been exceptionally smooth. It was as if his debut had already cemented his throne as the new king of the culinary world. Even before graduating from Totsuki Academy, many had already destined him to be the next world's number one chef.

At Totsuki Academy, Eishi Tsukasa hadn't encountered any opponents that truly impressed him. Yet, he never imagined he would encounter such a monstrously skilled opponent outside of Totsuki Academy. Indeed, the outside world is vast.

"Did our collaborative dish lose too?" Momo Akanekubo asked softly. Senzaemon Nakiri then announced the second place of the team challenge, calling out Eishi Tsukasa's and Momo Akanekubo's names.

"Second?" Eishi Tsukasa readily accepted the result. In the individual battle, Renz's skill had already shown everyone how extraordinary he was. His second place was within expectations. Momo Akanekubo was clearly a bit disappointed. Her and Eishi Tsukasa's culinary specialties were very compatible.

In school exams and Shokugeki involving team cooking, they were usually the winners. On the other hand, Erina was famously a "solo" chef. She would not cooperate with others in cooking. Erina's ability to create individual dishes was stronger. In this situation, Renz was still able to lead Erina to complete a team dish that everyone raved about. Was the gap truly that large?

While she was lost in her thoughts, Senzaemon Nakiri, Jun Shiomi, and Roland Chapelle, the three judges, began to individually comment on everyone's dishes. After half an hour of evaluations and criticisms of certain dishes, some unfinished food remained on the tables for all the chefs present to enjoy. Renz's medicinal dishes had several extra servings. At this final stage, everyone, as if by unspoken agreement, rushed towards Renz's table. They wanted to taste how delicious the first-place team dish was!

"Young man Renz, come with me," Senzaemon Nakiri said to Renz amidst the crowd.

The competition had lasted all afternoon. Renz needed to go back to cook for Mashiro Shiina and also head to his restaurant for work. But since it was the Old Man's summons, Renz couldn't refuse. Following behind the Director, Renz realized just how robust the Old Man's physique was. In Renz's memories of the future, even the youngest version of the Old Man seemed a bit strained in complexion. At this moment, the Old Man was full of vitality.

The two walked one behind the other, arriving at an office. This was Senzaemon Nakiri's principal's office. The Old Man entered the room, sat down, and displayed the same amicable smile from Renz's deep memories of the "future," an expression filled with expectation for a "junior." Renz looked at the Old Man's spirited demeanor and couldn't help but be stunned. In the future, the Old Man had always trained him as a successor, treating him like a true family member.

He held him in high regard, confided everything, and personally guided Renz on how to manage businesses, slowly getting Renz, who knew nothing about business, on the right track. If Erina was the person he loved most, then the Old Man was the elder who guided Renz along his path, a benefactor, and the most important family member. When the Old Man passed away, Renz and Erina were both in a low mood for a while.

Seeing the Old Man alive and well before him now filled him with an indescribable emotion. Both of them had always deeply respected the Old Man. Erina being so "obedient" recently, not as rebellious as she was during her teenage years, and not "misbehaving" in school, was also because she didn't want to disappoint the Old Man. Otherwise, regarding the "Midnight Chef" matter, Erina could have ignored the Old Man and simply breached her contract to participate.

Observing the Old Man's vibrant complexion up close, Renz subconsciously let a smile play on his lips. Senzaemon Nakiri looked at Renz's smile and became somewhat puzzled. No... why was this young man looking at him with such a "familiar" gaze? He felt a sense of... a look that a junior in the family would give him during New Year's Day, while happily eating a reunion dinner at home. A kind of respect? A kind of happiness?

"Ahem," Senzaemon Nakiri cleared his throat, trying to dispel this strange thought from his mind. What was he thinking? This young man wasn't close to him, was he? This was their first meeting, wasn't it?

"Old Man, what's wrong? Do you want some tea?" Renz was still immersed in his memories, recalling bits and pieces of the past. Hearing the Old Man's cough, he instinctively responded. The term "Old Man" Renz used was an affectionate address, and in Japanese, there are two ways to say it. One is to call someone else's grandfather. The other is to call one's own grandfather, and this usage is typically for one's own grandfather or for the grandfather of one's wife after marriage.

Renz used the latter.

When he said this, the atmosphere instantly shifted. Renz shivered, pulling himself back from his deep memories. He was too familiar with the Old Man from his memories; some dialogue etched into his soul's DNA had been triggered.

"Hmm, what did you just call me?" Senzaemon Nakiri's eyes instantly changed. He had originally thought that Renz and Erina were merely close, perhaps beyond friends but not yet lovers. But with Renz's words, Senzaemon Nakiri gently stroked his beard. If Renz couldn't give a satisfactory explanation, Senzaemon Nakiri would absolutely not hold back. He'd give that brat a hard "brain bonk" like a sugared chestnut first.

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