Chapter 224: Chapter 29: The Brainstorming of a Flirtatious Couple! Erina, the Overbearing CEO!

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Inside the restaurant, Akira Hayama sat at a dining table, ravenously devouring the Tornado Shark Fin Sausage he had just been served. Besides this plate, there were other exquisite dishes from the back kitchen. Akira Hayama wasn’t one for elaborate etiquette; when a dish was delicious, he wouldn’t hold back. He’d eat until he was satisfied before slowing down. When necessary, he believed showing the chef his genuine enjoyment was the most basic respect for the creator of such exquisite food.

Seeing Akira Hayama’s vivid display, Alice and Hisako Arato could no longer suppress their curiosity. Each selected several of Renz’s meticulously prepared Chinese dishes. Of course, Chinese Cuisine without white rice lacked soul. If desired, Renz’s special white rice was available in the back kitchen; paired with these dishes, it was not only nutritious and healthy but also satisfying and filling.

"If we let them keep eating, our dishes will be consumed by internal staff before the customers even get to try them," Erina wasn’t surprised by this display. As long as Renz was serious and didn’t intentionally make "nutritional meals" to mess with the kids, conquering ordinary people with his cooking was effortless.

"It’s okay, internal staff have to pay properly too," Renz turned around, a gentle smile on his face. His smile was as bright as a clear spring. Seeing others eat his dishes, immersed in his cooking, made Renz very happy; it was a form of acknowledgment.

"By the way, Erina, if I haven’t prepared a Christmas Eve gift, will you hit me?" Renz asked with a smile.

"Yes," Erina nodded gravely, then adorably extended a finger. "Or maybe not."

"You’re making it hard for me to guess what you’re thinking," Renz said, placing the dishes prepared in advance from the back kitchen onto the display tables.

Erina’s movements were synchronized with Renz’s.

"Hmm, Christmas Eve isn’t an anniversary, so it’s not

that important," Erina explained. "Compared to Valentine’s Day, Christmas Eve carries much less weight."

She continued, "But if on Christmas Eve, other couples receive gifts from their partners and I don’t, I’d feel particularly cheated." Erina glanced at Renz, her expression and tone as usual, not showing anger despite Renz’s "unprepared gift" demeanor. After all, having lived with Renz for so long, she was accustomed to his less "romantic" traits; he wasn’t naturally a "flirtatious" man.

Furthermore, with the passage of time, their dynamic had settled into a calm yet subtly profound connection.

Erina’s words were merely a light "complaint" to Renz, without any intention of substantial punishment.

"Also, why are we talking about this? We’ve only just finished preparing the first batch of dishes. When more customers arrive later, these won’t be enough to serve everyone," Erina’s mind quickly shifted back to work.

In the background, the Gourmet Street’s broadcast had already started playing background music, mostly old songs and classical music. Pedestrians on the street gradually increased.

Inside the restaurant, Alice wiped her mouth with a tissue, her eyebrow slightly raised. She leaned one arm over the back of her chair, completely disregarding aristocratic etiquette. "Renz, are you interested in temporarily becoming my private chef?" Alice said, her red lips moving slightly. "I’ll take you to meet my mom and dad."

"Please don’t say such misleading things. I am a married man, and I have a lovely daughter," Renz coughed. Is Alice doing this on purpose, specifically aiming for Erina’s neural pathways, a genius surgeon? Of course, Alice deliberately steered the conversation towards easily misunderstood content, but it wasn’t far from her true intentions. In the art of psychological warfare, Alice was truly gifted.

"Well, you’re thinking too much," Alice waved her hand, indicating that Renz was neutralizing her statement, thereby reducing any potential anger from Erina. He was putting out the fire in time.

"The strength you’ve shown today is even better than the so-called master chefs’ dishes I’ve tasted," Alice lightly tapped the scene of culinary devastation on the table.

She and Hisako Arato had devoured all the dishes brought out. Alice usually only ate a little, just tasting a dish, rarely finishing everything as she did now.

"If possible, I’d like my mom and dad to evaluate your cooking." Alice was still quite unconfident in her own judging ability. She could tell that Renz’s current skill was very strong, having conquered her tongue, but she still didn’t know the extent of his strength. Moreover, all members of the Nakiri family had a fervent genetic passion for food. Nakiri Soe, as Alice’s father, naturally also pursued culinary excellence. Alice tasted it and felt that her father would probably like Renz’s cooking, and wanted to get him a portion.

"Can’t you just take it to go?" Erina said "ruthlessly." The phrase "private chef" had somewhat touched a nerve in Erina. She strongly disliked that phrase. If Alice was deliberately saying things to upset her, then Erina had to admit Alice succeeded.

"Eating it here would taste better, wouldn’t it? If you take it to go, the taste will change. As a chef, Erina, you must know that," Alice said in a teasing tone. She could sense that Erina was getting a little "agitated." Avenging the "dog-loving couple" seemed to be yielding some results.

"Making a dish for Uncle isn’t a problem, but as for being a private chef, I’m afraid I can’t fulfill that role," Renz could see where Erina’s "displeasure" lay. "Because..." He still had to take care of the child, right? Not to mention taking care of the child, Erina also had to be taken care of. Running off to be a private chef, even temporarily, would be irresponsible, especially when Rina was only half a year old. How could he go far?

Before Renz could speak, Erina interjected, "That’s right, he’s my private chef." She continued, "If you want to hire him, you’ll have to make an offer, won’t you?"

Erina’s eyes were filled with playful amusement towards "Alice." After being frequently teased and having her nerves frayed by Alice, Erina had undergone significant evolution. Alice’s words were always seemingly cutting, but upon closer inspection, they were easily dismissed.

Erina had slowly built up resistance and now knew how to counterattack, starting to toy with "Alice’s" little heart. Her advantage lay in Renz’s sense of

responsibility. Renz generally ignored such unreasonable requests. With this advantage, Erina had room to maneuver against Alice.

Hiring him? Sure, pay up. They needed money to support the family right now. What could Alice, who only knew how to run her mouth, do to Renz? What would she dare to do to Renz? Didn’t she understand the most basic trust between husband and wife? What if her husband was borrowed for a few days? Could he run away?

Erina narrowed her eyes, then turned and smiled at Renz.

At that smile, Renz inwardly sighed. Did she really think Erina’s lifetime of experience was for nothing? It was just that she hadn’t encountered a situation where her husband was "flirted with" by other women. At that time, Renz and Erina had been married for ten years, and no one dared to approach Renz, so she had no defensive experience in that area.

So now, back in the present, facing a situation where her husband was being "flirted with," she was initially a bit bewildered and passive. But once Erina slowly grasped a few key elements, everything would turn into a counter-attack. A powerful businesswoman, the other half of the Nakiri family’s empire, could she be taken lightly?

Alice’s forehead subtly beaded with cold sweat. "A master chef’s worth is twenty thousand U.S. dollars a week," Alice said, a bit nervous but not flustered, still holding firm against Erina’s imposing aura.

"Is that all for the world’s number one chef?" Erina pursed her lips. "At that price, I wouldn’t want to hand over my man to you." "World’s number one chef" was just a shorthand. Invisibly, Erina also secretly raised Renz’s value, considering the evaluation given by the God’s Tongue. Even without the points from the ranking list, there was a more self-validating ranking, but it was still quite impressive to announce. Similarly, if Renz didn’t reach the level of the world’s number one chef, it would negatively impact the authority of the God’s Tongue.

However, there was no need to worry about this. Renz’s current strength was indeed that of the world’s number one chef.

"How about this, Alice, if you come to freeload, I don’t mind that much; it’s just one more child to look after," Renz didn’t want to join Erina in harassing "Alice," the young girl. That would be boring. Only Erina, who was teasing her "sister," would get some pleasure from it; Renz wasn’t at that point.

"You two are actually double-teaming and bullying me!"

Alice was fine before, but Renz’s words struck her like a critical hit, shattering her defenses. Alice hated being called a child the most. But the situation forced her to concede. Alice avoided the central topic, revealing her small fangs, and fiercely declared, "I’m angry!"

"Angry already? Then you’re even more fragile than I

imagined," Erina showed no intention of yielding to Alice because of her words. Instead, she continued her pursuit.

As her words fell, she returned to the back kitchen to continue preparing dishes, not putting Alice’s matter to heart at all.

"Alice seems very angry, aren’t you going to comfort her?" Renz disliked wars between women because he couldn’t enter the battlefield and couldn’t understand their thought processes.

"Angry? You’re overthinking it. Alice just knows she can’t win this fight, so she casually said something to concede to me."

"When I say I’m angry, it simply means I surrender, I don’t want to argue with you anymore, but even though you won, I’m not convinced," Erina said with a faint smile, continuing to prepare her dishes. Renz thought carefully. No wonder Erina added that "sarcastic" remark; she knew Alice had conceded and then added another blow to mock Alice’s surrender.

This was also Erina’s declaration of victory! Is this what a woman’s war is like? The details were too intricate.

Renz said with some admiration, "But, aren’t you a tomboy? Yet you can perceive such deep meanings."

Conflicts between women are indeed best understood by

women. Even Erina, whose personality isn’t typically feminine, can participate in such battles with such skill.

Erina’s hand holding the knife trembled slightly. Clang! 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The knife plunged into the cutting board. Renz was calm, picking up the knife embedded in the cutting board. "But, this lesson was very valuable. Otherwise, Alice’s arrogance would only grow bolder."

"Hmm, Alice is quite bold to dare to ’flirt’ with you in front of me. It’s a good thing she’s my sister. If it weren’t for that relationship, it wouldn’t be a problem that could be solved with just a few words," Erina said bluntly.

"Erina, I’ve noticed you’ve become increasingly domineering lately," Renz couldn’t help but say.

"What, do you have an objection?" Erina asked, frowning.

"No, no objection, it’s just that your CEO aura is getting stronger and stronger," Renz replied.

"You don’t like it?" Erina moved closer, one hand reaching for Renz’s waist, the other grabbing his tie, pulling him sharply towards her. Her captivating scent, alluring eyes, and crimson lips; Erina’s tongue lightly licked them. Such a gesture. Renz couldn’t resist. So... fierce. Erina’s aggressiveness was simply too strong. Renz felt like an autumn leaf on an endless ocean.

"Only I can ’flirt’ with you," Erina said, pulling Renz’s tie firmly, bringing his ear close to her. Erina whispered softly by Renz’s ear, like a gentle breeze, her tongue lightly licking Renz’s earlobe, making Renz involuntarily tremble with sensitivity. At such close range, Renz could even see the magnificent view of Erina’s chest, and his cheeks turned a faint rosy red.

"Where did you learn that?" Renz was no saint. In this situation, he felt like the beast within him had awakened, opening its eyes.

"From novels. How is it? Not bad, right? I see I’ve managed to flirt with you," Erina giggled playfully. Her previous domineering CEO aura instantly dissipated.

"I won this round. So, my dear husband, can you ’flirt’ with me now?" Erina said, blinking her eyes. "Just crude kisses won’t do." She extended a finger, gently pressing against Renz’s lips, slowly pushing him away.

"Are you trying to play a battle of wits in marital flirtation with me?" Renz wasn’t irritated. Erina’s sudden move had been very effective because she struck unexpectedly, fiercely "flirting" when Renz was completely unprepared. In the same situation, with Erina in a defensive stance, it would be difficult for Renz to find an opportunity to "flirt back." And their usual methods of "flirting" had long become boring.

"I’ll ’flirt’ back, eventually."

Renz said, giving up on launching an attack for now. Any attack now, Erina could easily withstand. The dishes he needed to prepare also couldn’t be delayed. Their restaurant hadn’t even officially opened yet. He needed to find the right opportunity to flirt back.

Outside, Hisako Arato pressed against the back kitchen door, breathing heavily. Her cheeks were flushed, the redness spreading from her fair complexion all the way to her earlobes.

My... my Lady...

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