Food Wars: A Chef's Philosophy

Chapter 2: God's Tongue (Part 2)

Laying all the necessary ingredients and utensils on one of the many counter-tops, I was just about to start before I remembered something. Ah, I forgot that. I was just about to go get that from one of my bags, before deciding against it. My time is limited, and knowing my mom, she probably just shoved all my things into my bags without any consideration.

Deciding to focus on the task at hand, I start getting into my "Cooking Zone" as my father calls it.

-Third POV-

After the redhead's interesting display, the pink haired girl came over to Nakiri Erina's side and showed her two slips of paper.

"Erina-sama," the pink haired girl said in a hushed tone.

"Yukihira Soma," Nakiri said, reading off of the first page.

"His family runs a diner," she said before looking up. "He's obviously a second-rate cook."

"He doesn't understand my noble pedigree," the honey blonde said as Yukihira started examining an egg, "Just like a stray dog would have no idea of a gemstone's value."

Nakiri suddenly smirked before speaking up.

"If that's your attitude, I'll taste your food," she stated. "The food of bottom feeders in the food world."

Turning his face slightly, Yukihira smirked.

"I'll be happy to... " Yukihira began before untying the white cloth around his wrist, "... serve you... " he continued, pulling off the white cloth like it was second nature. "... our specialty!" he finished, pulling off his blazer and tossing it into the air.

"Hang onto your seat, examiner Nakiri!" the redhead stated, tying the white cloth around his head before he began to cook.

As it was a better time than any, Nakiri decided to read through the second piece of paper.

"Kairi Barousse," Nakiri began, "Sous Chef at "Millésime", a French-American restaurant located in France. It has a current rating of five stars and has won the Pluspol award three times as of now."

Looking towards the aforementioned person, Nakiri and the pink head were having a hard time wrapping their heads around it. How can such a lazy person be the Sous Chef of such a distinguished establishment?

While pondering this, the pair is late to react to the sudden change in Barousse. After putting on a black headband and setting up, her demeanor took a complete 180. She stopped slouching and her posture became straighter. Her movements became quick and precise, without any wasted movement. Her eyes became sharp and determined, holding no remnant of their previous tired and lazy attitude.

After observing Barousse's movements, the two females finally realized why she was qualified to be the second in charge of such a prestigious restaurant.

The person in question was observing the two girls from the corner of their eyes - and after seeing their surprised faces and looks of realization - muttered a single sentence.

"What a pain."

-Kai's POV-

After laying everything out, I preheated the oven to 275°F. While I waited for it to preheat, I sprayed the baking pan with non-stick spray with fluid movement. I then proceeded to place the salmon fillets, skin side down, on a prepared baking sheet. I seasoned it with salt and pepper, then mixed the marinade ingredients in a small bowl, fully engrossed in my task. Once the marinade was done, I brushed it evenly over the salmon fillets. Now I just had to let it stand for 10 minutes to allow the flavours to permeate.