Chapter 243: Chapter 48: Where Did You Learn Molecular Gastronomy? (Two-in-one)

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Totsuki Resort - Ocean View Villa.

Bedroom.

Erina’s smile had turned into a "ferocious" scowl.

"Do you admit your mistake?" Erina’s voice was a bit chilly. Outside, she had to save Renz’s face, but now that they were home, there was no such concept.

The previous lecture was just words; now it was time to analyze the pros and cons, which was the usual rational discussion phase.

This was a rule established by Renz and Erina over decades.

Once one person did something that the other was dissatisfied with, or believed the other was at fault, they would immediately enter the rational discussion phase.

They would argue until the other party completely

surrendered and agreed with them, only then would this phase stop.

"I think there was definitely something wrong with me today, but isn’t it all in the past now?" Renz first admitted part of the mistake, but for the other part, he wanted to argue.

A perfectly good awards ceremony suddenly turned into a correction session; Renz felt he had missed a good opportunity.

"Past? You almost lost the Shokugeki today," Erina felt it was necessary to have a serious talk with Renz.

"If you had lost, it would have been some unknown nobody overestimating themselves by challenging Gourmet Street, which would have become a laughing stock."

Erina added, meaning she hoped Renz would take his upcoming Shokugekis more seriously and not constantly turn a winning situation into a last-minute comeback.

Actually, Renz wasn’t famous yet. Winning even one restaurant on Gourmet Street could be a bragging right among peers, but in Erina and Renz’s current view.

Only winning one restaurant was not just the minimum standard; it was the worst possible outcome. With his current skill, Renz was perfectly capable of winning all his matches.

It seemed she realized her tone was a bit too strong.

Erina took a deep breath.

"I’m not intentionally trying to cause you trouble or

anything by saying this."

"Actually, if you lost, it has nothing to do with me, really, nothing at all. It’s just that I think, with your skill, you shouldn’t lose a Shokugeki like that."

Erina continued speaking.

Renz scratched his head, saying, "Actually, the Shokugeki with Master Ferran in the first round was due to many objective factors."

"It wasn’t that I wasn’t serious; it’s just that I thought of a really amazing idea, and it happened to be Christmas Eve, so I wanted to bring that idea to life on the spot, but then I made a mistake," Renz said.

He attributed the problem to a mistake.

"Your impromptu dish in the first round, I looked at it,

and it wasn’t without merit. If the chosen subject hadn’t been me, you might have had a chance in the first round," Erina was not without aesthetic sense; she could

understand Renz’s meaning.

"Choosing any famous painting by an artist would give you a fighting chance, and combined with the strength of your dish’s taste, it would be easy to win. But you chose the most difficult path to approach."

Erina analyzed Renz’s mistakes and his erroneous approach, but she didn’t deny the foundation of Renz’s concept. At this point, she also intended to offer advice, hoping to help Renz refine his inspired dishes into a more complete idea.

"Well, my painting skills are terrible. I can only draw you in sketches. It’s really hard for me to force myself to draw a famous painting on the spot, even if it’s a copy.

In the end, I could only bite the bullet and draw you," Renz said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

"After drawing it, I suddenly realized that if Grandpa took a bite out of Erina in that portrait, the whole aesthetic would be ruined," Renz said.

"So, you could only react on the spot," Erina understood Renz’s meaning. "The idea of making those candies was just to avoid that situation, but by doing so, the overall coherence was unconsciously destroyed."

"Yes, and it was also Christmas Eve, so I came up with a new idea. I could look at the painting and think of the person, keeping all the flavors of our years of marriage within the candy," Renz nodded.

"Then the question is, why didn’t you make the dishes you excel at, and instead chose to spontaneously try out inspirations that flashed through your mind?" Erina

complained.

"I wanted to give you a surprise! It’s Christmas Eve, and it’s normal for a husband to give you a gift. I feel like you still prefer gifts related to cooking."

"This inspired dish, created from inspiration, was dedicated to you, but I was still a bit too rough with the impromptu creation," Renz didn’t deny his "flaw." In fact, he always believed his impromptu creation ability was not bad.

This time was a pure accident.

He had cooked to the point of being "inhumane," too rational.

He had simply considered the taste and aesthetics, without considering the emotional impact such a dish, if eaten, would have on people.

"If your impromptu creations aren’t working, then reduce those confusing impromptu behaviors!" Erina complained bluntly.

"This was just an accidental mistake. Usually, my impromptu creations aren’t just something I throw together to satisfy your taste," Renz said, "angered and embarrassed."

"What are you talking about!" Erina continued to retort, "Aren’t I the one helping you fix your impromptu creations?"

"Honestly, every time you come up with an idea, and we discuss it and start practicing, aren’t I the one helping you share the pressure of most of the cooking challenges and key points that arise?"

"Which of your impromptu creations doesn’t have my shadow behind it? Are you getting too big for your britches now?"

"You, you can’t do without me!"

Erina chuckled triumphantly.

Her great usefulness was evident here, and it was only because Renz had the nerve to claim he was improvising.

That’s called shared intellectual property in a marriage.

"Alright, alright, you’re amazing," Renz didn’t argue with Erina about this, as it was indeed true, and he said it in a disgruntled manner.

Many of the gaps in Renz’s cooking were filled by Erina.

Without Erina’s help, Renz would indeed have many fewer excellent works.

"You know I’m amazing, yet you don’t worship me every day? You just keep giving me sidelong glances?" Erina now had a somewhat "overbearing" demeanor, attacking Renz relentlessly.

Erina’s personality was still the type that could easily be "spoiled" to the heavens.

You couldn’t let her get too complacent.

"Oh, thank goodness, you’re saying I don’t worship you every day? Why don’t you just ride on my neck every day when we go out?" Renz had a "life is meaningless"

expression.

What Erina said was too much.

She made it sound as if Renz committed domestic violence every day, not allowing Erina to eat at the table, not letting her speak loudly to him, and even sometimes raising his fist for a real fight.

As for the sidelong glances.

That was even more outrageous.

Renz felt like he was experiencing snow in June, more wronged than anyone.

Anyone with eyes would understand what kind of Morse code those sidelong glances were. Did she expect him to hold up a Durex 001 for her to understand his heart’s desire?

"Leaving aside everything else, where’s the reward? Don’t tell me the reward was a temporary delaying tactic you used on the spot? A desperate measure to stabilize morale?" Renz showed a "good boy" gesture.

"Then you have to promise me you won’t go easy later," Erina asked seriously.

"Go easy?" Renz spread his hands. "I might have had that thought before. After all, I come from a land of etiquette; even in ping-pong, you have to let one point.

But from now on, I declare, going easy is nonexistent."

"I’ll fight to the death."

Erina nodded.

She leaned in, her bright eyes looking at Renz, then tilted her neck and kissed Renz on the lips.

The God’s Tongue actively pushed forward, entering Renz’s "valve."

The feeling was different.

When he extended his tongue to attack someone else’s oral cavity, Renz felt like he was forcing them, especially when Erina’s tongue skillfully dodged as if avoiding him.

Now, with the God’s Tongue actively intertwining, Renz

felt his brain "taking flight."

Renz was actually extremely satisfied with this reward.

It was rare for Erina’s God’s Tongue to initiate an attack

like this. Renz’s greatest goal was to make the God’s Tongue submit.

But the problem was, this was incredibly difficult. He had never had the chance, and even after coaxing and wearing her down for lifetimes, he hadn’t succeeded.

It even made Renz’s fighting spirit waver.

But this time, the God’s Tongue opened the path to a

French kiss, making Renz see a faint glimmer of opportunity beckoning.

However.

Even so.

Renz still had to be forcibly kissed, pinned to the edge of

the bed, and while their lips parted and the warmth dissipated.

He had to call out in an extremely "disdainful" tone.

"That’s it?"

"Erina, is that your reward?"

When Renz said this.

Erina felt a bit uncomfortable, "Hey, isn’t a reward like

that enough?"

"How is that enough?" Renz shook his head. "You think I’m satisfied just because you say it’s enough? You really underestimate me."

"Not enough, give me more," Renz added.

"Then what do you want? What reward do you want?"

Erina didn’t blindly agree to Renz’s demands.

This was like an opening; the more opportunities given, the more Renz, who was prone to taking advantage, would push his luck.

"Not asking for much, just one French kiss a day to keep the emotions constantly warming up," Renz said after thinking.

"Do you think your tongue tastes good?" Erina didn’t want to agree. "A hug every day is enough; there’s no need for kissing every day."

"No, I think your tongue tastes delicious," Renz showed a "tearful" expression. "I have an incurable disease where I’ll die if I’m not kissed by the God’s Tongue."

"My mother is also the God’s Tongue," Erina said with a

serious expression.

"Then I have an incurable disease where I’ll die if I’m not kissed by Erina’s God’s Tongue," Renz added a pronoun.

"You’ve gotten better at being shameless recently," Erina couldn’t stand it anymore.

"My shamelessness is only used on you! Please, give me back my face! Do you think I’m some kind of shady man?" Renz sighed.

"The matter of my first kiss being lost for the greater good, I’ll always remember," Renz said, looking at Erina’s delicate and beautiful face.

"That was my first kiss too," Erina interrupted Renz’s spellcasting.

"But if my first kiss hadn’t been lost to Erina, it would have been a treasure I could never lose for a lifetime," Renz said.

"Damn it, if my first kiss hadn’t been lost to you, it would also be a treasure I could never lose for a lifetime!" Erina said, huffing a bit.

The two exchanged blows, one after another.

After several rounds.

Nothing substantial came out of it.

And at this moment, the doorbell rang.

"Who is it?" Renz asked. "Who would be looking for us at this time?"

"Let’s go see," Erina got up and walked towards the door.

Renz, who had been lying down, also got up.

Outside the door.

Two figures appeared before Renz’s eyes.

Alice and Rina.

One tall, one small, standing at the door.

Rina was clinging pitifully to Alice’s feet, yawning, looking utterly exhausted.

Renz saw this and felt heartbroken.

"I told you, Rina, we should take care of her ourselves. You insisted on letting Grandpa help, but Grandpa is a straight-laced old man. Can he take good care of her?" Renz glared at Erina.

One could tell just by how Senzaemon Nakiri raised Erina.

In her early years, Erina was simply the lawless little tyrant of Totsuki, a bully among bullies, charging headfirst, even walking crookedly.

"Grandpa said the nanny suddenly took three days off, and he coincidentally had something to do and couldn’t take care of Rina, so he asked me to bring Rina back to you two," Alice said this while continuously staring at

Renz.

This gaze made Erina very uncomfortable; she instinctively stood in front of Renz.

Because Alice’s gaze was too aggressive.

Erina felt as if her territory had been invaded.

"Papa, hug," Rina stretched out her arms. She could only express her thoughts with a few words now.

Papa, hug, hungry.

Renz looked at his daughter’s outstretched arms and immediately picked her up.

That’s enough.

Erina, I declare you can scram. This is Rina’s Little Angel

Plaza!

"I’m here because I wanted to ask Brother-in-law a few things," Alice surprisingly used honorifics.

This honorific was also used to dispel some unnecessary suspicions from Erina.

"Speak," Renz gestured for Alice to begin.

"Where did you learn your molecular gastronomy? I always feel that the core of many of the techniques coincide with my own ideas," Alice posed her question.

In cooking, everyone has their own methods, and core techniques can almost be described by personal style.

The techniques Renz used were no different from Alice’s core techniques in molecular gastronomy.

In other words, Renz used Alice’s very distinctive core techniques to cook.

And he had a very complete way of handling them.

This made Alice very curious and puzzled.

When Alice asked this.

Renz froze.

This matter.

How to explain this?

Renz couldn’t possibly say that it was the future Alice who gave him her most precious and unique personal molecular gastronomy production notes, could he?

And, Erina was also listening.

Renz’s smile gradually stiffened.

Speechless.

Someone think of a way!

Renz couldn’t possibly say, "I’m a fan who admired your molecular gastronomy techniques and thoroughly studied them to figure this out?"

Would he dare to say that?

And, if he did.

Would Alice dare to accept it?

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