Otaku Witch-Chapter 1036 - 619. Whose Bad Luck
Chapter 1036: 619. Whose Bad Luck
“Thank you for the meal. Please pass on to the chef that her culinary skills are truly exceptional. This dish has a soul; she must be a very gentle person.”
Putting down her bowl and chopsticks, Dorothy nodded in satisfaction. This was the most delicious meal she had in Japan.
Although, purely from a culinary skills perspective, the chef who prepared this pork cutlet rice could only be considered average, not even professional, merely at an amateur level.
However, the deliciousness of a dish isn’t determined solely by the chef’s skills but also by the chef’s intention.
This is a very mysterious system.
Dorothy isn’t someone who craves everything with a soul like a Soul Eater, but she believes that excellent cuisine has a soul.
The soul of cuisine, that existence known as the Food Spirit, is a gourmet elf born from the chef’s intentions, possessing magical power that turns decay into magic.
How should I put it?
If we only talk about culinary techniques, then the witch’s kitchen magic series is undoubtedly at the absolute peak of this world’s culinary system; no other chef could have skills better than the automatic cooking program Dorothy personally set up.
However, culinary magic, in essence, is just a set of infallible cooking procedures, fundamentally no different from a cooking machine.
Logically, the taste of dishes cooked using this culinary magic should be the same for everyone; however, in reality, there are significant taste differences in the final products made by different people.
Some people’s dishes are just tasty, while others taste off.
While indeed, some of this can be attributed to the proficiency of the magic, the greater difference actually comes from the chef’s intentions.
Like magic, cooking emphasizes intention; believing is the best magic. Similarly, having the food consumer in mind is the best cooking.
This is also why most people think home-cooked meals are the best, most suited to their tastes.
“A mother’s taste” is not a malicious mockery but a realm that’s hard to achieve for chefs. After all, few chefs truly care about whether you eat well or if it’s healthy, like your mom does.
In that bowl of pork cutlet rice just now, Dorothy sensed a gentle intention, and it was this gentleness that made what would have been an average pork cutlet rice particularly delicious.
“Understood, ma’am. I will surely tell Miss Tadokoro.”
The middle-aged policewoman, Ms. Ono, who had been waiting on the side, also nodded happily, feeling very proud of her colleague’s skill.
She was genuinely proud because this pork cutlet rice was indeed a unique specialty of the Guard Bureau, very fragrant, never tiresome, loved not only by the police but also by the prisoners.
Many initially stubborn prisoners suddenly burst into tears after eating this dish, feeling remorseful and mending their ways.
Truly miraculous.
However, there are always some people who spoil the mood slightly.
“It’s not that exaggerated, with ‘soul’ and all. If we’re really talking about taste, the skills at Hundred Flavors Pavilion are definitely better.”
Konoe Makoto, who was beside her, muttered softly.
The young policewoman, with a strong sense of justice, was dissatisfied with this recently convicted fellow’s brazen demeanor.
What did this guy take the Guard Bureau for? Teasing officers, unlocking doors privately, and now even ordering food.
Konoe Makoto had never seen such an audacious person in her life, so she was instinctively playing the devil’s advocate.
The Hundred Flavors Pavilion she mentioned was a restaurant gaining popularity in Japan, beloved by dignitaries and Japanese celebrities, providing takeout and even sending chefs to venues.
As an aristocratic lady, the young policewoman had dined a few times at Hundred Flavors Pavilion and deemed it the most delicious meal she had ever had.
Though the policewoman’s voice was low, Dorothy heard it clearly. She couldn’t help but shake her head.
“That’s not necessarily true.”
The homebody witch hadn’t been to the Hundred Flavors Pavilion, but she had tasted its dishes at last night’s Oiran Banquet.
The Forest Witch series of dishes served felt very off to Dorothy, the witch herself, but others liked them. Aunt Miko even told her with a strange expression that the dishes were prepared by chefs from Hundred Flavors Pavilion, a rare treat.
Dorothy didn’t pay much attention at the time, but upon reflection, she suddenly realized a problem.
Japan has no Magic Network, and the island residents live in isolation. The question arises—how did the chefs of the Hundred Flavors Pavilion learn the Forest Witch kitchen magic, only released on the Magic Network?
Tsk, it seems the Magic Network ban in Japan isn’t so solid after all. Probably, many witches are secretly bypassing to surf online.
The Hundred Flavors Pavilion is likely one of them, taking advantage of the series of witch magic to perform dimensional reduction attacks on this isolated Japan.
Really, such mediocre skills wouldn’t allow them to run a restaurant externally, as outside, anyone could learn witch kitchen magic. However, due to Japan’s unique isolated situation, it suddenly became profitable.
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