My wife name is Erina Nakiri

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Renz felt a chill run down his spine. It was as if he perceived a murderous intent, but when he focused his attention, he saw the Old Man's "benevolent" expression, and he was walking over.

"Nice cooking," Senzaemon Nakiri said with deep meaning, patting Renz's shoulder. So heavy. The Old Man was so old, yet still so robust. With that strength, he could probably take on three of him. But did he need to use so much force for that pat? Senzaemon Nakiri didn't give much comment. Some things couldn't be judged by just a few details; more substantial "evidence" was needed to corroborate his judgment.

First, give this young man a warning, to "deter" him. Erina is only 17. Don't stretch your hand out so far. There were still other team dishes to taste, so Senzaemon Nakiri, after that single pat, turned and walked towards the other tables.

"Did we win?" Hisako Arato had been squeezed by the evaluation team and couldn't interject during the judging process. Seeing Senzaemon Nakiri leave and the judging team move to other tables, she finally found an opportunity to approach.

"Winning or losing doesn't matter," Erina said, something Hisako Arato hadn't expected. The ever-competitive Erina-sama. Lately, she had become increasingly serene. Now, she didn't even have the desire to win competitions. Could she really say "winning or losing doesn't matter"? Or was it that Erina-sama and Renz had such poor synergy that they couldn't produce a dish that satisfied the Director, leading her to say such disheartening words? But looking at Renz's performance in the previous individual battles, Renz didn't seem like someone who would drag Erina-sama down, so what exactly was going on?!

"Hohohohohoho, to arrive and immediately hear Erina's disheartening words, how truly delightful," Alice swaggered over from the next table. She seemed very confident in her finished dish.

"Medicinal cuisine, it's quite normal for it to fail in a competition," Alice said with a mocking smile, seemingly comforting but actually backstabbing. "But for you to break a strong support like Aze, that's quite something." In the previous individual battles, it wasn't just the evaluation team whose worldview was shattered; it was also the students of Totsuki Academy and the international students.

Two types of dishes. French cuisine, dessert cuisine, plus the previous ramen dish, and since the opponent was Chinese, a Chinese dish was indispensable. It seemed he had dabbled in the field of spices. This was a very versatile chef. He could defeat Eishi Tsukasa; he could get a special grade chef certificate just by taking an exam. A person with such skill. Erina actually chose to make medicinal cuisine with him. Wasn't that just asking to be crushed by the other groups?

Alice and Ryo Kurokiba, separately, couldn't beat Erina and Renz's group in one-on-one individual battles. In the team battle, Alice and Ryo Kurokiba both presented dishes with the greatest visual impact. She used visually striking dishes with a high-tech feel, while Ryo Kurokiba's seafood dishes were powerfully wild in flavor—both were dishes that could leave a deep impression.

Erina's group, wouldn't they just easily win? Thinking of this, Alice's smile widened. She had recently figured out a hundred ways to annoy Erina. If she deliberately praised Renz for doing well, Erina would sometimes get very angry. She just wanted to deliberately provoke her sister.

"Actually, I was riding on Erina's coattails," Renz said, spreading his hands. "To be honest, all my cooking was taught to me by Erina." Renz was trying to extinguish the fire in Erina's heart before it erupted. Anger harms the liver. Renz was still hoping to "happily" have children with Erina.

"And, these medicinal dishes, without the God's Tongue's seasoning, it's very difficult to make them delicious and healthy," Renz praised further.

"Hmmph," Erina said nothing, but she appreciated Renz's words. She had indeed been annoyed by what Alice said, and Renz immediately relieved her stress.

"Besides, do you really think you can win?" Renz said. "Winning or losing doesn't matter; Erina is just being modest." Erina being modest???!!! Alice couldn't imagine an Erina who would be modest. What kind of shock would it take for her to become humble? Erina's style shouldn't be: "Sky and land are great, but my Erina's dishes are the greatest." She would casually hand out death sentences for others' evaluations. The kind that gives no quarter.

Alice had only recently returned to Japan, so she naturally didn't know about the changes in Erina's personality. Hisako Arato had noticed it; recently, Erina had become increasingly "gentle." Although her overall sharp edges hadn't disappeared, and her words were sometimes still cutting, her demeanor in dealing with others was much better than in the past.

In the past, she was a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment. Now, she would at least consider things from others' perspectives. Could it be... this was the legendary "wife-ification"? Had Erina become Renz's capable wife?

A sudden image appeared in Hisako Arato's mind: Erina holding a cute baby in swaddling clothes, with a little girl holding her hand, smiling alongside Renz in a family photo.

"Eh, why is there so little food left on the table?" Jun Shiomi's voice appeared by her ear. "I wanted to taste the medicinal cuisine too." For a spice master, preparing ingredients was as troublesome as a medicinal chef making medicinal dishes. It was within the normal range for a spice master to be interested in medicinal cuisine.

Jun Shiomi's words made Alice realize that the dishes on Erina's table had almost been eaten by the Director alone. "Don't worry, there's more," Renz had already anticipated this situation. His and Erina's dishes were medicinal dishes made for children. Mirai Nakiri had some anorexia. Unlike Haruki's gluttony and Rina's pickiness, Mirai, if she didn't want to eat, simply wouldn't. If you fed her, she would silently pretend to eat, and after the meal, her small bowl of rice would still be full, at most eating a quarter of a small bowl.

To address this phenomenon, the most important part of the medicinal dishes that Erina and Renz made was to stimulate children's appetite. Coupled with the excellent taste of the dishes, they wouldn't feel full while eating, so once they started, they would unknowingly eat a lot.

For judges, even though they knew they shouldn't eat too much, they still accidentally finished it while eating. This was mainly because Renz's set of dishes contained many appetite-stimulating ingredient combinations. Considering that some people might eat a few extra bites, Renz made a little more of the dishes that were most likely to be finished quickly.

"No way, is it that delicious?" Alice was somewhat puzzled. What kind of dish could make the Director forget he was a judge and eat an entire set meal, even though he shouldn't eat much?

"You can try it," Renz said with a smile.

"Hey, hey, hey, Ryo Kurokiba, why are you already eating?!" Alice suddenly realized that her comrade-in-arms had instantly betrayed the "Anti-Erina" revolutionary army. "The judges haven't even eaten, and you're eating?" Alice found a reason to say.

"I saw they made quite a few servings, and it smells really good. I'll just taste a small bite, that should be fine, right?" Ryo Kurokiba brought over the spoon from their table. This was a matter of appraising food. Not being a glutton.

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