French cuisine is one of the world's most renowned culinary traditions, universally acknowledged. Its delicate flavors, delicious sauces, and beautiful tableware presentation can truly be called an art. French cooking techniques have always been famous worldwide. French cuisine is not only delicious but also offers a wide variety of dishes and unique cooking methods.
To summarize the characteristics of French cuisine simply: exquisite, romantic, stylish, luxurious, innovative, and... expensive!
Especially when Young Miss Rin realized that she had ordered not eight French dishes, but eight French set meals, she understood... It seems this bill... It seems she'll still have to wash dishes... The paltry sum of money from those few punks would probably cover less than half of one set meal.
Decades of hard work, only to be sent back to the pre-liberation era overnight. This is more than pre-liberation, this is back to the War of Resistance, alright... Young Miss Rin looked at the eight exquisite appetizers in front of her, a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, unable to bring herself to start eating. Suddenly, a wave of sorrow flowed like a river, creating a melancholic atmosphere.
The usual sequence for a French meal is: amuse-bouche, appetizer, soup, fish, meat, cheese platter, dessert.
And our Young Miss Rin ordered eight sets, with seven dishes per set, making it fifty-six dishes in total! Even if French dishes are made in individual portions, if you pile them all together... whether she can eat it all is secondary; the main thing is... after this meal, I'll probably have to sell myself to this restaurant...
Looking at the gleaming tip of the stainless steel fork, which held a piece of red-braised beef with mashed potatoes, Young Miss Rin, with an unspoken sadness, put it into her mouth.
Why the sadness?
Because the two moe points of 'poor young miss' and 'failing at a crucial moment' activated simultaneously!
(There's no such moe point! That's a curse! It's a curse!!!)
The waiter, standing by to serve the dishes, looked strangely at this young customer who had ordered eight sets of meals and was eating while crying. Was the chef's food not delicious? Impossible. In the entire world, there were fewer than a handful of people who could rival the chef in French cuisine.
"Customer, are you perhaps not satisfied with the taste of the dishes?" the waiter asked cautiously, puzzled.
"No, it's too delicious, so delicious that I can't help but cry!"
Should it be said that this is what happens when you make food so good it causes a 'foodgasm,' like in 'Shokugeki no Soma'? Although Rin didn't understand the professional terminology of the gourmet world, the only thing she could discern was that it was delicious. Compared to this beef, the Tohsaka Family's chef didn't seem to have anything worth praising.
To make beef, known for its toughness and firmness, melt in your mouth, with the meat and mashed potatoes indistinguishable, a perfectly integrated texture that simultaneously retained the distinct flavors of both the meat and the potatoes... (No, if I describe it any further, this book will go off track.)
It's over, it's so delicious I feel like I'm flying... Rin's face couldn't help but show a look of ecstasy.
Indeed, happiness is a cat eating fish, a dog eating meat, Ultraman fighting monsters, eating when hungry, wearing clothes when cold, and taking a stroll after a full meal. Ah, I'm satisfied... Eh! What am I eating...? Rin suddenly remembered something and quickly checked herself all over, sighing in relief when she found her clothes still on. Good, she hadn't been inexplicably stripped naked.
Rin no longer wanted to deal with the bill. She decided to just let things fall apart. It's just plates, right? ...Three days ago, a food reserve warning made her realize that the food she thought would last a month would be eaten in five days. To avoid starving in a pile of express deliveries, she had to scrimp and save, enduring hunger until she reached her destination. Now... even if I have to sell myself, let me eat my fill first!
Young Miss Rin, having decided to be a foodie, instantly recalled the famous saying of the legendary King Arthur: The dining table is a battlefield, hunger is the great enemy!
The knife swept like a whirlwind, the fork struck like a thunderstorm, and the swept plates had no sauce left, so clean and bright that one wondered if there was even a need to wash them.
Shinomiya Kojiro, who had finished cooking, leaned against the doorframe connecting the kitchen to the dining hall, watching Rin gobble down food by the window, a slight smile on his face.
Yabo, who came out with him, frowned and said, "Chef, what exactly is this..."
"It's nothing, just a young miss who ran away after quarreling with her parents and is now hungry and loves to eat," Shinomiya Kojiro said calmly.
"Oh, is that so? Then the bill..."
All fifty-six dishes went into Rin's stomach without a single trace left. Even eating quickly, it took until midnight, and by then, Rin was the only customer left in the restaurant.
Rubbing her round little belly, Rin looked up with a sigh of deep contentment. So this is how happy it feels to eat until you're full. She finally understood why Saber was so obsessed with food. It turns out happiness is such a simple thing.
She casually took the item handed to her from the side. It was a bill holder made of smooth, flat mahogany, with a beautifully decorated bill clipped inside. The bill's decoration was truly lovely, especially the six-digit number starting with an 8 in the bottom right corner, which was so beautiful it made Rin dizzy... So the greatest tragedy in life is to be slapped from the blissful heavens down to below the horizon!
851,406 Japanese Yen, which is about 50,000 Chinese Yuan... Rin looked up along the direction the bill was handed from, and the cool-looking red-haired young man pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a sharp gleam, mirroring Rin's embarrassed look, covered in cold sweat.
He appeared, Shinomiya Kojiro!
At least I'm a local bully; it's shameful that five people combined only had 180,000 Yen, and the worst part is that it's making me lose face! How can you be in this business if you don't earn a million or so a day?
The bill for hundreds of thousands made Rin lose even the courage to suggest washing dishes. In the end, Rin could only awkwardly pat her head and say, "Do you accept payment in kind here?"
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Sorry everyone, I came back too late today, and I didn't sleep all afternoon. I hit my face with my phone three times while writing this, and the quality has seriously declined. Apologies, it seems I can only make it up tomorrow. Sorry everyone.