After finishing his meal, Victor finally felt satisfied.
He picked up a napkin and elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth, his movements refined and completely different from his earlier voracious eating style.
Just as Victor was about to pay the bill and leave, the restaurant door was pushed open by a group of bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses who looked like men in black.
Then, a young woman entered, surrounded by the entourage.
She had a sweet appearance and waist-length blonde hair. Her graceful figure was unforgettable at first sight, and with every step she took, her curves swayed rhythmically.
"Who is this person? Why such a big production just for a meal?" Victor muttered while picking his nose.
"Oh my god! It's her!"
When the diners at the next table saw this person, their eyes widened in disbelief.
Not only them, but other diners showed the same expression.
This aroused Victor's curiosity, and he couldn't help asking, "Excuse me, who is this person?"
"You don't even know her?"
The diner next to him looked at Victor as if he were a country bumpkin.
Victor studied the woman who had entered: "Hmm... she looks familiar, but I can't place her."
"Of course she looks familiar! It seems you're not the type to live in the mountains completely cut off from the world."
The man cleared his throat and introduced, "Let me tell you, she is the famous Miss Erina Nakiri, known as the God's Tongue in the culinary world! She's also said to be the successor to the next director of Totsuki Academy!"
After saying this, the man showed an expression of admiration.
"Erina Nakiri? Oh! It's her. No wonder she looks familiar!"
Victor finally remembered this person's identity.
Erina Nakiri was the heroine from the anime "Food Wars! Shokugeki no Soma."
However, since he wasn't particularly interested in food anime, he had never watched that series, so naturally he didn't know much about Erina Nakiri.
He only knew that the anime existed and that this character existed.
"Miss Nakiri, you're finally here. It's truly an honor to have you visit our establishment!"
At this moment, a bald middle-aged man with a protruding belly rushed out, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.
He was obviously the restaurant owner, but he seemed so humble before the young woman.
"No need for pleasantries. Let's get straight to business. Have your chef bring out all the dishes, and I'll taste them one by one."
Erina Nakiri looked around and finally focused on the empty seat next to Victor, then walked over.
The middle-aged man hurriedly instructed a waiter, "Quickly bring out all the dishes. Don't keep Miss Nakiri waiting!"
"Yes, sir!"
Seeing this, Victor was no longer in a hurry to leave and decided to stay and watch the show.
If he wasn't mistaken, the owner must have invited Erina Nakiri to taste and evaluate his restaurant's dishes.
The evaluation given by Erina Nakiri, who possessed the God's Tongue, carried enormous weight in the entire culinary industry.
A single review could have the power to determine a restaurant's fate!
Therefore, many ambitious restaurants invited Erina Nakiri to taste and rate their food.
Victor was also curious about what kind of evaluation the delicious food he had just eaten would receive from this God's Tongue.
Soon, several waiters appeared pushing elegant food carts, followed by a nervous-looking chef wearing a white coat and tall chef's hat.
You could tell at a glance that he was the chef who had prepared these dishes.
After all, Erina Nakiri's subsequent evaluation could affect his career, so the chef was naturally extremely nervous.
When the food was served, Erina Nakiri tasted it slowly.
She only took a small bite of each dish.
It seemed somewhat wasteful.
As time passed, all the dishes were tasted one by one.
Erina Nakiri put down her chopsticks and closed her eyes.
"Gulp!"
The owner and chef swallowed nervously, looking anxiously at the young woman before them, but not daring to interrupt her contemplation.
After a moment, Erina Nakiri opened her eyes, her violet eyes revealing unmistakable disappointment.
"Is this what you call top-tier cuisine? In my opinion, these dishes are nothing but crude, low-quality food!"
"The ingredients are premium quality, but the cooking technique is extremely poor and the heat control is inadequate."
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" The chef immediately protested. "I've been in this industry for fifteen years, and during that time I even studied at the top culinary academy in Asia. How could my cooking be as terrible as you claim?"
Erina Nakiri flipped her hair, leaving a pleasant fragrance in the air, and said with disdain, "You can't even control the heat properly, the order of adding seasonings is wrong, and you can't even time the removal from the stove accurately. How can you say it's not utterly terrible?"
"Also, you mentioned studying at the top culinary academy in Asia. I'll take your word for it, but I'm certain you never graduated, did you?"
"I..."
The chef lowered his head in shame, unable to refute.
It was true that he hadn't graduated.
Because he wasn't qualified to graduate.
"Another day wasted." Erina Nakiri stood up and walked toward the door.
No one noticed that the owner's eyes were filled with hatred as he watched Erina Nakiri leave.
"Interesting." Victor's lips curved slightly. "This person's evaluation of food is so demanding. I wonder what kind of cuisine she actually enjoys."
He had thought the food he'd just eaten was quite good.
But in Erina Nakiri's eyes, it was apparently unbearable.
He was genuinely curious about what real cuisine tasted like.
"It seems like I should find an opportunity to visit Totsuki Academy and taste the food there."
Victor paid his bill and left.
After returning to his rental house, Victor lay on the bed and habitually opened the chat group.
[Victor: Family, I'm back!]
[Shinobu: Mr. Victor, welcome back.]
[Stelle: Jerk, pay me back!]
[Victor: I have no money, but I have my life. Picking nose.jpg]
[Lumine: I'm heading to Inazuma tomorrow. I'll probably arrive the day after tomorrow or the day after that. Will you come then?]
Having someone familiar with the plot accompany her would provide peace of mind.
[Victor: We'll see when the time comes. If I'm free, I'll go. If not, I won't.]
[Kiana: Damn it, I failed my exam again. I have to take a makeup exam tomorrow.]
[Kiana: Does anyone have a photographic memory ability? Upload it—I want to buy it!]
[Belle: How could we possibly have that kind of ability?]
[Stelle: There's a rare item that can enhance memory at the space station, but I don't think Herta would lend it to you.]
[Victor: Are there any rare items that can increase your appearance?]
[Stelle: I don't have anything that strange, but I do have drugs that can increase attraction to the opposite sex.]
[Victor: Sister Stelle! I'm hungry, I want to eat!]
[Stelle: No way! I won't fall for your trick again!]
[Victor: Tsk...]
After chatting for a few more minutes, Victor closed the chat group.
Then he went into the bathroom to take a shower.
"Holy shit! Who is this handsome guy? Why is he so good-looking?"
When he saw his reflection in the mirror, Victor was stunned.
"Is this really me? Am I actually this handsome?"
Although his appearance had been decent before, he had never been this attractive!
Could this be because of the physical transformation the system had performed?
Well, that had to be it!