Food Wars: My adoptive mother is Nakiri Managi Chapter 031

Night.

A black sedan weaved through the brightly lit city streets.

Inside the car, Erina’s gaze pierced through the constantly changing scenery outside the window, fixing on the distant and blurry horizon, her eyes shimmering with complex emotions!

“Young Miss.”

“Are you still upset about that restaurant?”

Beside her, Hisako, seeing that she still refused to speak, couldn’t help but ask with some concern.

“No!”

“I just remembered something else!”

Erina’s body paused, and she let out a soft sigh, her voice low as she continued, “A while ago, at a banquet, that WGO executive, Lantabi, complained to me that her assessment mission for various restaurants in the Neon Nation might be difficult to complete on schedule.”

“At that time, I couldn’t understand what she meant, but now…”

Helplessness!

Exhaustion!

The “weariness” in her body and mind made Erina close her eyes.

She tried to find a moment of solace in the brief tranquility, but her mind replayed like a movie, constantly flashing back to everything about that restaurant.

“Indeed, who would have thought.”

“A three-star restaurant recognized by WGO would secretly add flavor enhancers to its cooking pots.”

“If this were to get out, it would not only completely destroy a traditional restaurant with over 270 years of history but also cause WGO to lose face!”

“I remember.”

“Lantabi is just a newly promoted second-class executive, isn’t she?”

“Facing the current situation of the entire catering industry in the Neon Nation, she truly feels at a loss.”

Hisako deeply felt the seriousness of the problem.

WGO’s recommendations and recognition are based on a comprehensive, objective, and professional set of standards, not reflecting the tastes of an individual or a few people.

Nor could it be a simple evaluation of whether a few dishes are “delicious” or “cost-effective.”

In other words.

A good restaurant, evaluated against an objective and professional standard.

Must also be loved by most people!

…

Undeniably.

“WGO” has its unique halo.

Just like popular online restaurants, it always attracts people and makes countless gourmands yearn for it.

But no matter what kind of restaurant it is, if it rests on the WGO star rating and doesn’t strive for progress, it will soon be stripped of its stars.

This is also why WGO’s star rating evaluation is not permanently valid after being rated once.

Instead.

The biggest reason for annual evaluations!

“Sigh!”

“Facing these situations.”

“WGO should dispatch a more capable executive, right?”

Hisako, despite her concerns about the future of the entire situation, still held a glimmer of hope: “I hope the new executive can completely change the current atmosphere of the entire culinary world in the Neon Nation!”

“Difficult.”

“Formulating new assessment standards.”

“Or rectifying problematic star-rated restaurants like the Toriyami Restaurant should be no problem for those first-class executives!”

“But… to rely on individual ability, or even the entire WGO culinary organization behind them.”

“To change the entire culinary world, in my opinion, is absolutely impossible!”

Erina’s eyes flickered.

The culinary world, once full of innovation, passion, and infinite possibilities, now seemed shrouded in a thick haze, making it difficult to glimpse a bright future.

In the entire culinary world, more and more chefs are being misled by fame and fortune, losing their most fundamental pursuit of cooking.

And what disappointed Erina even more was:

Innovation!

Also gradually drying up.

Previously, creative dishes that always caught people’s eyes now seemed repetitive and uninspired!

Despite the efforts made by the WGO culinary organization over the years, it still seems unable to fundamentally solve the problem.

The overall atmosphere of the culinary world is still declining!

“Is there really no hope?”

“From beginning to end, is there no dish that can conquer the God’s Tongue?”

These words were her helplessness towards the current state of the culinary world, and even more, her deep worry about her own destiny.

Yes!

She was afraid.

Afraid that if things continued like this, she would truly never be able to break free from the curse of the God’s Tongue!

…

A starry night.

In Paris, France, at the WGO culinary organization headquarters, in a brightly lit kitchen.

“Chu Yang.”

“Can you hurry up?”

Nakiri Mana, slightly biting her lower lip, looked both pitiful and subtly aggrieved.

She gently tugged on Chu Yang’s sleeve, her voice laced with a hint of pleading: “I’m really hungry! If you don’t hurry and make the Comet Fried Rice, I… I’m going to go completely crazy!”

As she spoke, her gaze involuntarily drifted to the ingredients on the counter that were still unfinished.

“Look how greedy you are.”

“Slow work makes fine products, you know that.”

Chu Yang, feeling Nakiri Mana’s greedy look, couldn’t help but chuckle, a hint of confidence and tenderness flashing in his eyes.

He gently patted Mana’s hand in comfort: “Don’t worry! I’ll do my best to get you the Comet Fried Rice soon.”

…

Chop green onions, spinach, and bok choy into sections.

Mash the spinach stems so that when stir-fried in a hot pot, the mashed spinach will dye the rice green.

Boil water in a pot.

Add a little oil and salt to the water.

Once the water boils, blanch the chopped spinach and bok choy for about half a minute, quickly remove them, plunge them into ice water to cool, then drain and set aside.

Heat oil in a hot pot, and stir-fry half of the green onions until fragrant.

Gradually heat the hot oil in the pot until it slightly smokes, then pour the rice into the pot at the right time. With a “sizzle,” the moment the rice met the hot oil, an enticing aroma burst forth, instantly filling the entire kitchen.

Chu Yang quickly and rhythmically tossed the pot.

Each flip was just right, the rice grains drawing graceful arcs in the air.

Then.

They landed steadily back in the pot.

Coated in oil, they became distinct and golden, inviting.

At the same time, his right hand, holding the spatula, was not idle. It sometimes gently separated the rice grains to prevent sticking.

Sometimes it delved deep into the bottom of the pot, flipping the rice grains from the bottom to ensure every grain was evenly heated and absorbed enough oil and flavor.

Pour in the mashed spinach, and stir well.

Sprinkle in minced shrimp, minced mushrooms, and salt, then add the blanched vegetables.

Increase the intensity of the tossing again, allowing the ingredients to fully blend with the rice, making its aroma even richer, causing Nakiri Mana to!