20demayo Page 165
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"Um, could you please give me a chance, Miss Tornado?"
Yuuki Asuna sensed the doubt in Tatsumaki's eyes, but instead of getting angry, she appeared very generous and cheerful.
"Okay, I'll leave the kitchen to you."
Without much hesitation, Aoba handed over the kitchen to Asuna.
They completely ignored Tornado's opinion.
"Hey! I didn't agree!"
Tornado was furious at Aoba's unauthorized actions.
She floated behind him.
"first..."
Aoba smiled and turned to look at Tatsumaki, almost bumping into the girl.
The flowing black cheongsam accentuated the girl's figure perfectly.
"This is my shop."
He held up his finger to clearly inform Tornado.
"Secondly, Miss Tornado, it's closing time now. It's not about what you want to eat, but what the store has on hand."
"so..."
Aoba turned and returned to her seat in the front hall, looking up. Her eyes reflected the fury of the tornado, but she didn't show the same fear as the others.
"You have to listen to me here."
This is his small shop. Even a prosecutor from the prosecutor's office can't just force someone to cook, right?
Moreover...
Asuna has to ask permission before she can cook, but Tatsumaki just gives orders without any politeness.
I'm sorry then.
I, Qing, am someone who responds better to gentle persuasion than force.
"you..."
"Eat if you want, leave if you don't."
Before he could finish speaking, Aoba had already shown Tatsumaki absolutely no respect.
That little devil, every time we meet she acts like an enemy.
Who owes her something?!
"Hmph~!!"
Tornado is a prosecutor in the prosecutor's office, both within the association and in other departments of the prosecutor's office.
Given her superpowers, practically no one would dare to treat her like that.
Seeing Aoba's completely fearless attitude, she, who was already quite angry, was about to explode...
But then I thought about it again.
He came here because he was very unhappy at the association and wanted to vent his anger on Aoba.
Let's see if we can get any other information out of this guy.
If we let this guy piss us off, wouldn't that be exactly what he wants?
Do you want me to lose my temper and then just leave?
There are no doors!
Tornado, abandoning her previous fiery temper, snorted twice and then casually sat down next to Aoba:
"You think I'll just leave because you tell me to?"
"I absolutely have to eat this meal today!"
"If you don't satisfy me, I'll broadcast it all over Tokyo from the prosecutor's office!"
All Tokyo Broadcasting...
Aoba was speechless upon hearing Tornado's words.
He had no objections to anything else, but the key issue was that if this guy really broadcast it throughout Tokyo, he was afraid he wouldn't have a peaceful day.
But he had already said it, and he wouldn't regret it.
"Mr. Store Manager?"
Asuna Yuuki, watching the conflict between Aoba and Tatsumaki, timidly inquired at the bar:
Have I caused you any trouble?
"How about... I come again next time?"
The girl was very careful.
It would be bad if the store manager and Ms. Tornado had a misunderstanding because of her.
They were clearly a perfect match.
"Need not..."
Aoba smiled at Asuna and pointed to the bar drawer:
"There are aprons inside. Be careful when you go to the kitchen. The stove has a high heat output. You can open it and take a look first."
He patiently explained some things that needed attention in the kitchen.
After all, Asuna isn't a professional chef.
If it were Erina Nakiri, he wouldn't have said anything.
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Manager."
Asuna was overjoyed and took an apron out of the drawer.
Her beautiful long, flaxen hair was tied back by the apron straps, clinging tightly to the girl's back, and she was also wearing a chef's hat.
She's a stunningly beautiful young female chef!
Even Aoba had to admit that, in terms of appearance alone, the other person was far superior to the little brat beside him.
"Hey!"
"what happened again?"
"I have a feeling you're thinking something very rude!"
Tornado's green eyes were fixed warily on Aoba.
As a superpowered individual, in addition to her formidable combat abilities, her mental strength grants her an exceptionally strong precognitive ability.
They have a strong sense of eye contact and hostility.
Besides, there are only three people in the whole shop right now. Apart from the girl who is busy in the kitchen, there is only this guy next to me!
"no..."
Aoba, whose thoughts had been guessed, looked even more helpless:
"You can sense that too?"
Isn't this girl's ability a bit too overpowered?
"Humph!"
"What do you think!"
Tornado crossed her arms over her chest and straightened her petite frame.
The other person seems to do this action frequently.
This made Aoba wonder if she harbored an unusually strong resentment towards her body.
She looks like a teenage girl, but her mental age is like that of a menopausal woman.
"You bastard! You're never going to stop now, are you?!"
"..."
Faced with the girl's accusations, Aoba could only silently activate the purification within her heart.
Mind reading and such are too unfair.
Unlike the last time when I was waiting for Erina's cooking.
Aoba was really looking forward to it.
Erina already has her own opinions on cooking.
In Aoba's view, it wasn't so pure.
Or rather...
They've already demonized the art of cooking.
Food is simply food, regardless of any value or meaning that the outside world assigns to it.
It's all just food.
That's why he allowed Asuna to enter his kitchen.
In that girl, he saw a genuine love for cooking that Erina lacked.
"How much longer?!"
The tornado next to them was clearly impatient.
"There will be a while."
Through the curtain, Aoba could clearly see the girl's movements.
In his view, those actions had already shown many flaws.
Compared to the chefs who participated in the cooking competition last time, the girl can already be considered one of the best.