Chapter 1409

"Ugh! It's so salty! What is this!"

Erina looked at Seiichiro angrily and kept drinking water.

Seiichiro smiled and said: "This is a salted duck egg from Gaoyou, China. It is normal for you to feel salty and unpalatable after eating it. But at the same time, for people living in China, this egg The taste of salted duck eggs is just a little salty, so it’s very appetizing to go with rice.”

"Erina, what I want to tell you is that no one chef can please everyone."

Erina's face turned slightly hot, knowing that Seiichiro was criticizing her in a subtle way.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit tense, Yang Ming immediately changed the topic and asked:

"Uncle Yukihira, why are you here?"

Seiichiro looked stunned, touched his nose, and said awkwardly: "I can't help it. Like Dojima Gin, I was killed by Nagi Kiriji all over Japan. I was not allowed to open a shop or be a chef. As a result, I was idle. If you're bored, come to Hokkaido to relax."

Isn't your experience too miserable?

Yang Ming felt sad for Seiichiro. He was such a talented master chef, but ended up in this situation.

"What about Souma Yukihira? Does he know your situation?"

Seiichiro looked a little weird, turned his head and glanced at Erina, and said, "Didn't you tell Yang Ming about what the students of Jixingliao are doing now?"

Hearing this, Yang Ming suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Erina, what are you hiding from me?"

Yang Ming looked directly at Erina, but saw that she lowered her eyes and was speechless.

"Alas!" Seiichiro sighed, waved his hand, and said, "Yang Ming, you better not force Erina. She is probably the one who will suffer the most, right?"

So, what happened?

Don't show off!

Seiichiro chomped on a melon seed, crossed his legs, and his eyes were full of regret: "Yang Ming, you should know that Nakiri Thistle created the three emperors, eight kings, sixteen heroes, and seventy-two warriors, right?"

Yang Ming nodded.

"Unfortunately, it was true that he lost the competition in the year-end entrance exam. According to the bet, he has now joined the Nakiri Hisashi side and became one of the Eight Kings."

"As for the other people in Ji Xing Lao, the same is true."

Have they even become my enemies?

At this moment, Yang Ming finally understood why it was useless for Dojima Ginhui to say that he was back when he was in the old man's ward.

Because the geniuses of the entire Totsuki Academy are now all on the side of Nakiri Thistle!

Yang Ming will not get any help when he comes!

Because his opponent is the entire Totsuki Academy students!

"Then Erina..."

Before Yang Ming finished speaking, Erina suppressed the sadness of being betrayed and whispered: "Yes, even Nito Hisako is... now standing with that man!"

silence!

Silence after silence!

This was information that Erina had not told him before.

Perhaps out of fear of damaging Yang Ming's confidence, or fear that Yang Ming would not be able to do anything to his former friends, he chose to hide it.

Yang Ming did not expect that things would evolve to such a difficult point. He originally thought that as long as he killed the group of three emperors, eight kings, sixteen heroes and seventy-two soldiers under Nagi Kiri, he would be able to teach Nagi Kiri a lesson. By the way, Helping the old man retrieve Totsuki Academy, the result was unexpected.

"No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will definitely defeat Nakiri Thistle!"

…

A night of silence.

The next day.

Yang Ming took Wang Xiaoming and Erina, and the three of them walked forward together and strode into the Sicilian restaurant located in the south of Hokkaido.

There are some things and certain words that it is not convenient for Yang Ming to come forward, so Wang Xiaoming will do it for him.

As soon as Wang Xiaoming entered the door, he shouted loudly: "Service industry, I want to order food!"

"Hello, guest, what would you like to eat?" The waiter hurried over and asked diligently.

"What do you have to eat here?" Under Yang Ming's eyes, Wang Xiaoming said in a frivolous tone.

"We have everything to eat in Sicily," the waiter said proudly.

"Seriously?" Wang Xiaoming sat in awe, looking like he was suddenly rich. He raised his hand with great arrogance and said, "If that's the case, then I want a Magic Mapo Tofu, a piece of White Braised Sky Wings, A portion of Confucius’ first-grade hotpot, another nine-grade salt-baked chicken, and finally, another portion of honeysuckle soup, and by the way, another portion of divine fried rice.”

The waiter was confused when he heard the name of the dish Wang Xiaoming ordered.

What the hell is this?

"Well……"

The waiter was dumbfounded and stared at Wang Xiaoming for a long time before saying, "That... guest, you... we don't have the dishes you ordered!"

When Wang Xiaoming heard this, he pretended to be angry, slammed the table, stood up, and shouted: "Why? Didn't you say you can do anything?"

But we are a Western and Japanese restaurant, not a Chinese restaurant!

"Uh..." The waiter shook his head and was speechless for a while. He cursed himself in his heart for saying something too harsh. After a while, he hesitated and said: "It's true... it's true, but, But I’ve never heard of any of the dishes you mentioned!”

When Wang Xiaoming heard this, he looked unhappy and said: "What? Have you never heard of it? You still have the best restaurant in Hokkaido. You are a liar, a liar, a big liar!"

Wang Xiaoming's voice was so loud that it immediately attracted the people eating around him.

Erina turned her head away as if she didn't recognize Wang Xiaoming.

Yang Ming lowered his head and played with his phone, pretending not to see or hear.

Yang Ming never thought that Wang Xiaoming had a talent for acting.

When the waiter saw this, he became a little unhappy and said, "Sorry sir, we really can't make these dishes of yours. Eat whatever you like!"

"Hey, what do you mean?" Wang Xiaoming grabbed the waiter by the collar and roared loudly: "Are you looking down on us? Ah! Are there any of you who do business like this? You open the door to open a shop, and you actually drive away customers? Come on, do you think we are too poor to afford the food in your restaurant? Tell me!"

Wang Xiaoming was born in a small county in southern China. He had never seen any of the three religions, and he was very skilled at scolding people.

There was such a big fuss here that many other guests in the living room complained, and some even started to leave the table.

The manager of the Sicily restaurant realized that Yang Ming and the three men were here to cause trouble, and quickly called Kabuto Shoko.

Shoko Kabuto had a great night last night. He got up very late this morning and was finishing breakfast. Suddenly, a loud ringtone came from his cell phone.

After answering the phone, there was the slightly anxious voice of the restaurant manager: "Shoko Kabutoki, come to the restaurant quickly!"