My wife name is Erina Nakiri

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Senzaemon Nakiri's tightly shut eyes slowly opened after Erina and Renz left. He pondered for a moment, then reached for the telephone. The Nakiri family was a culinary powerhouse, involved in numerous fields, with a long history and deep roots, and their network of connections was extensive. His call was to an old acquaintance, a friend in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, asking for help to investigate the young man's background.

Senzaemon Nakiri still felt uneasy and wanted to learn more about him. However, Senzaemon wouldn't judge a person solely based on written information; the data was merely for his assessment. The main thing was to see Renz's actual performance and if his demeanor met his expectations.

"Damn it," Senzaemon Nakiri muttered, banging the table with his other hand as he dialed. He didn't know why, but he was infuriated. "That brat. If he dares to hurt Erina, I will put my life on the line to send him to the prime chilling spot at the bottom of Tokyo Bay to enjoy some exotic scenery."

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On the train, Renz headed home. He had taken half a day off from his restaurant again, and would have to go back to work there later. For now, he needed to pick up Mashiro Shiina from her apartment. Renz realized he had been too hasty. After the God's Tongue's review, his restaurant had indeed seen a surge in business. However, since he offered common-man's cuisine, specifically ramen, his business significantly declined once the initial traffic boost wore off.

The advantage of common-man's cuisine was that ingredients were easy to acquire, not requiring high-end produce, and the prices were affordable. Renz hadn't taken advantage of his exceptional skill to overcharge for his dishes. After all, Renz had come from a hard life himself.

A secret sauce, considered precious by others, was merely ordinary to Renz, and certainly not enough to justify multiplying the price of a bowl of ramen. Thus, the not-so-wicked Renz suddenly realized a tragic truth: the monthly rent for his restaurant in Tokyo swallowed 50% of his ramen revenue; most of his earnings were consumed by rent.

Furthermore, Renz couldn't raise the price of his ramen. One reason was his lack of "wickedness," and the other was that his clientele were mostly office workers who came to his shop specifically because it was cheap and delicious. If he raised prices too much, these office workers would rather go for cheaper options. This was a consumer issue. If Renz increased the price of his ramen, business would only worsen.

The best solution was to teach his skill to an apprentice, have them work at the shop for a decent salary, and use his newfound free time to find other ways to earn money. If Renz didn't want to marry into the Nakiri family and wanted to build his own career, he would have to do just that. He needed to invest his time in more important areas. Spending time here was too much of a waste of his talents.

It all came back to the same problem: Renz needed to develop rapidly in the shortest time possible. Renting and opening a shop to earn money was the most stable way, but accumulating capital this way was too slow. When it was time to be aggressive, he needed to be aggressive.

"Knock, knock, knock..." Renz knocked on the door. Mafuyu Kirisu opened it.

"Sensei, I'm back. I came to pick up Mashiro. Is Mashiro doing well at your place?" Renz had prepared himself for Mashiro to be causing chaos at Kirisu's house. The result was unexpected. Mafuyu Kirisu shook her head and said, "Mashiro spent the whole afternoon drawing drafts at home. She's a child with great drawing talent. I looked at her drafts; the art style was exquisite. Even someone like me, who doesn't understand manga, thought her drawings were excellent."

"Thank goodness," Renz breathed a sigh of relief. He had been afraid Mashiro might cause trouble at Kirisu's place. Fortunately, Mashiro was only staying for an afternoon, not overnight. Otherwise, there would have been many headaches.

"Thank you, Sensei, for your trouble," Renz said with an inward sigh of relief, then added, "Kirisu Sensei, have you had dinner yet? If not, why don't you come to my place for a meal?"

"Wouldn't that be inappropriate?" Mafuyu Kirisu thought about it, hesitating. Eating at a student's house didn't feel right. It felt like "taking bribes."

"This is my way of thanking you for taking care of Mashiro," Renz considered. "I've noticed you usually order takeout, haven't you? While takeout isn't necessarily bad, most takeout combinations are quite simple. It's easy for nutrition to become unbalanced. Mashiro and I sometimes can't finish the food I make every day." Renz invited, "Speaking of which, I've recently developed a new dish. Sensei, you could come and taste it and give your opinion."

Since Renz spoke so politely, Mafuyu Kirisu found it even harder to refuse. "How about this, I heard you run a restaurant. I'll have a meal and pay for it according to your prices." Renz's mouth twitched slightly. Sensei Mafuyu Kirisu was too principled. Don't most Senseis just go with the flow and enjoy a free meal? Besides, Mashiro was indeed taken care of by Kirisu; this was purely a thank you. He hadn't expected Mafuyu Kirisu to refuse a free meal even then.

"This time, it's not necessary. If you don't have time to cook next time, Sensei, you can come to my place, and I can be your private chef and charge you for the meal," Renz quipped. Favors are repaid. Renz also had his own set of principles. When Rina and Aze were little and their Senseis took care of them, Renz and Erina's way of showing gratitude was to prepare a bento for the Sensei. This was their strength, and it felt much more personal than simply giving money.

Just then, a data pop-up appeared in Renz's mind. Erina's life path had split into two roads: one labeled [Matrilocal Marriage] and the other [Patrilocal Marriage]. [Matrilocal Marriage: 73%], [Patrilocal Marriage: 27%].

The [Patrilocal Marriage] line, which had shown no increase or only very slow increase before, had suddenly jumped significantly for some reason. Was it because of his confrontation with the Old Man? Of course, it was also possible that Erina's subjective desire for change played a part; the last time Erina said she hoped Renz would marry her, this data had also increased significantly.

Thinking back, if the [Patrilocal Marriage] line surpassed the [Matrilocal Marriage] data, would he just close and open his eyes again and travel to another timeline to bravely venture into the future with Erina again? Renz thought long and hard. This possibility... was very high! However, last time was [Matrilocal Marriage], and the difficulty of clearing the game was simply "easy."

His initial finances were explosive, and with the support of the Nakiri family, he made rapid progress, ensuring Erina's happiness, achieving success in his career, and raising their children well. If he were to be simulated another life by the [Simulator] this time and wanted to clear it again, the difficulty would be much higher, because this time, his initial finances would be completely wiped out. Renz and Erina's success would entirely depend on their individual capabilities.

However, Renz quickly reconsidered. This was the path he had chosen himself. And there was no need to be afraid. In this day and age, if you have the ability, money is something you can always figure out. Renz had plenty of golden ideas for making money.

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