đĽđĽ You can find 40 Chapters ahead here Support link: pat_reon.com/Redon1 Also other exciting fanfic available đĽđĽ ---------------------------------------------------------- ________________________________________ á´ĘÉŞs á´Ęá´á´á´á´Ę ÉŞs á´á´á´ á´á´á´ ĘĘ noveâ źfire.net Hisako Arato never imagined that Erina was capable of such a thing. In her eyes, Erina was somewhat reserved in matters of the heart, because Hisako Arato also understood the term "tsundere." And tsunderes, in matters of affection, donât like to initiate; they feel that if theyâre too forward, others might not cherish their goodwill. This personality trait also suppresses their emotions, making them conservative. Lack of frankness is also a primary characteristic of this personality. But Erina was so frank in front of Renz, so frank that it gave Hisako an enormous sense of contrast. Grabbing someoneâs tie and licking your lips at close range! Damn it. This blockhead was also an idiot. Why hold back at a moment like that? Just go straight for the kiss! Renz not kissing was something Hisako Arato hadnât expected. Although Hisako Arato saw Erinaâs extended finger, which blocked Renzâs next move and had a hindering effect, but youâre a man! Youâre a big man, why wouldnât you just push through and kiss her? Coward! What was he doing talking about gentlemanly etiquette at a time ? If you just went for it, regardless of her resistance, and gave her a passionate kiss, thatâs what would have the strongest impact on a girl. This applies to all couples in the throes of new love and marriage. She would absolutely not reject such an action, and in her heart, there would even be some subtle expectation and longing. Girls only refuse such "kisses" if they donât like you or see you as a backup. The setting was perfect, the atmosphere was perfect. This was a situation where one should press the advantage, but Renz didnât take it. Hisako Arato was almost "dumbfounded" with frustration. It was like a perfectly set shot in billiards, a dead easy ball near the pocket, but then that scoundrel Renz had to play a flashy shot, adding spin and sinking the cue ball in the opposite pocket. Youâre an old married couple, you have a child! Just go for it, give Erina-sama a peck! What could she do to you? Kiss her once. If sheâs annoyed, kiss her twice, until she doesnât dare to flirt with you again. Wouldnât you win completely then? He just doesnât understand a womanâs heart. In the back kitchen, Erina felt a sense of wistfulness. She had "flirted" with Renz, and it felt great, teasing him until his heart itched. But after the flirtation, there was a kind of spiritual "exhaustion." The imagined, expected outcome didnât happen. Was she too aggressive, causing Renz to shy away from further action? That didnât make sense. Although she had made a blocking gesture, it was clearly just a "superficial move." "Timeâs up." Renz took a deep breath. "We should officially open for business. Hmm? Why do I feel like youâre a bit unhappy?" Renz could still detect subtle differences in Erinaâs mood. First, there was secret joy, then solemnity, and finally, a bit of gloom. He could understand the secret joy. The solemnity was probably about preparing for the restaurantâs opening. But where did this final gloom come from? Furthermore, Renz couldnât for the life of him find a reason for the gloom. Hadnât things been pleasant and easy all along? Or had Aliceâs words earlier had a delayed effect, and Erina was finally annoyed? But that explanation seemed "Iâm not unhappy at all," Erina said, putting on a smile. "Alright, alright, itâs time to get to work!" "The customers should be arriving too." "Let them be conquered by our gourmet feast!" Erina raised her fist. "This assessment, itâs time for Grandpa to see his son-in-lawâs strength, isnât it?" Akira Hayama and the othersâ reactions were, in a way, an acknowledgment of their cooking skills, but mere acknowledgment wasnât enough. They needed solid sales performance to prove themselves. Although it was a shame Renz didnât achieve the effect Erina wanted, this wasnât the time to be dejected. It was time to cheer up and get to work. "The customer rush is coming. You two, please be careful. Itâs time to greet the customers," Akira Hayama called from the back kitchen door, knocking on the frame. Renz turned his head and said, "Iâll go greet the customers. You continue cooking here." As night fell, vacationers from all directions of the resort headed towards the Gourmet Street. The Gourmet Street, a special feature of Totsuki Resort, attracted many tourists not just for vacationing or sightseeing by the sea, but primarily for its cuisine. As soon as Renz emerged from the back kitchen, people were already seated inside. Many aimed for the established, popular restaurants on the Gourmet Street, while others, tired of the usual, chose new establishments to try something fresh. The customer flow to Renzâs side was noticeably smaller, still affected by his lack of fame. If he were more famous, the number of customers would certainly be higher. "What dishes do you have here?" a middle-aged man who had found a seat casually asked. "Do you have a menu?" "Hello, sir. You can simply take whatever dishes you like, and weâll calculate the price and settle the bill when youâre ready to check out," Renz said from the side. Erina couldnât handle this greeting task; she had a fiery temper and would directly show her displeasure to any rude customers. Secondly, as the "Godâs Tongue," it wasnât suitable for her to be greeting customers. However, the Gourmet Street did assign service staff. Renz was currently explaining the process to these waiters, showing them how to greet customers and what to do in Renzâs restaurant. "No menu?" the middle-aged man in a suit frowned. "We do, but I recommend you help yourself to the dishes," Renz picked up a sparsely prepared menu list from the counter and handed it over. The middle-aged man scanned it, picking a few dishes. "Just these dishes," he said. Renz motioned for the waiters to go to the food display area and bring over the ready-made dishes. "Your dishes arenât freshly made?" the middle-aged man asked with a skeptical tone, seeing a waiter take a dish from a large table where dishes were already arranged. "No, they were prepared about half an hour in advance. Some dishes, if not made in advance, wouldnât have enough time to be prepared on the spot," Renz replied. "Then forget it," the middle-aged man closed the menu, stood up brusquely, waved his hand, and said, "Iâm not eating here." Quite demanding... Many restaurant dishes are prepared and placed in the back kitchen, then served when the time comes. Otherwise, if customers truly had to sit and wait one or two hours for their food to be made, it would be highly unreasonable. So, arguing about the freshness of dishes based on this point is purely nitpicking. "Please take care, sir," Renz didnât try to keep the customer. He was very straightforward. Eat or donât eat. It wasnât like he was begging people to eat his food. However, the middle-aged manâs departure did have a significant impact. Some customers who were still observing also backed out, quietly standing from their seats and leaving without waiting for a waiter. At the entrance, Dojima Gin looked confusedly at the departing customers. Whatâs going on? Are peopleâs tastes so picky these days? His delicious dishes were causing so many people to abruptly leave their seats? But what did customers leaving have to do with Dojima Gin? He just wanted to complete the food tasting he hadnât finished earlier. "Iâll have another Tornado Shark Fin Sausage." As soon as Dojima Gin entered the restaurant, he ordered the dish that had previously satisfied him so much. Even now, he was still savoring its lingering taste. His order caused some wavering customers to steady themselves again. These people who wanted to leave hadnât even tasted the dishes here; they just saw someone leave and subconsciously assumed the restaurantâs food was ordinary. But seeing Dojima Gin, the resort manager, directly placing an order with an expression of pure enjoyment, these hesitant people suppressed their urge to leave and decided to try the dishes here. Plate after plate of exquisite dishes were brought to the tables by the waiters. After these dishes were served, Renz clearly felt a pressure, a pressure from market demand, as he constantly moved between the back kitchen and the dining area. The initially hesitant customers who were waiting inside steadily increased in number after Dojima Ginâs appearance. The middle-aged man who had been very dissatisfied earlier, seeing Dojima Gin remaining in Renzâs restaurant, lingered at the entrance for a long time, hesitating. He eventually decided to re-enter Renzâs restaurant. And this was the effect of reputation. The effect of Dojima Ginâs reputation as a customer. ________________________________________ __________________________ đ Boost This Fanfic! đ Every 350 Power Stones gets 2 bonus Chapters! đ Want faster updates? Show your support by dropping Power Stones, leaving reviews, and sharing your thoughts in the comments! Your engagement keeps the story going strong!