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Doesn't the shopkeeper know that dragons clean themselves by licking each other with their tongues?
If it were the store manager...
No!
hiss~
Thor clenched his legs and tail tightly, immediately dropped the packing box in his hand, and rushed out the back door.
"Huh? Isn't the timing wrong?"
Aoba served the last dish and watched the dragon girl's figure disappear through the back door, somewhat astonished.
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"Miss Mimi, your meal is ready to be packed."
Aoba placed the takeout bag on the bar and looked up at the lobby.
As a result, the 1.8-meter-tall man rushed over, his eyes fixed on Qingye for a long time with unusual interest.
"Um... is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Dojima?"
Aoba involuntarily took a step back, a stiff smile on her face.
This guy must have some kind of unusual hobby, right?!
The thought of Ambassador Pete, whom he had encountered in the world of Esdeath, made Aoba feel extremely uncomfortable.
Seeing Aoba's guarded posture, Dojima Gin realized his impulsiveness. "I'm sorry, Mr. Aoba."
He stepped back slightly, maintaining a proper distance.
Then he smiled and looked at Qingye, handing her a pre-prepared invitation:
"Mr. Aoba, would you be so kind as to join me for the dinner party next weekend?"
"A banquet?"
"It's for a celebration banquet for the district's merger, and quite a few people will be attending," Senzae Nakiri added.
He immediately stood up, looked at Aoba, and bowed to express his gratitude, "I must thank Mr. Aoba for his guidance of Erina."
"Please invite sir to this dinner party."
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A victory celebration banquet sounds like such a hassle.
And it was at night.
Aoba shook her head helplessly and pushed the invitation back:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Nakiri and Mr. Dojima, but I must decline the invitation to the banquet."
The invitation stated that the dinner would start at 7 PM, which coincided with the izakaya's peak business hours.
He cannot abandon his customers.
Besides, it's much more enjoyable to run an izakaya than to go and say things that don't reflect your true feelings to those dignitaries attending banquets.
"Mr. Aoba..."
“Mr. Nakiri, if you still consider me Erina’s teacher, please take it back.”
Aoba stopped smiling and looked at Senzaemon seriously.
This is the bottom line.
Dojima Gin was quite taken aback.
He couldn't understand why this young man would refuse such an opportunity.
I only saw a slight resemblance to Cai Bo in him.
Upon hearing such a firm refusal, Senzaemon's plea beneath his silver hair gradually turned into helplessness.
He stood up and sighed deeply.
"I'm sorry to have troubled Mr. Aoba."
“No, that’s not true.” Aoba’s smile returned. “Besides, I’m more looking forward to the training camp Erina mentioned than attending the banquet.”
Is it a training session where hundreds of chefs gather together?
It gives me the illusion of going back to learning to cook.
"Training camp?!"
Senzaemon looked at Aoba in surprise:
"Sir, do you agree to participate in the intensive training program?!"
"Huh? I promised Erina, didn't she tell Mr. Nakiri?"
"I missed that. I spent the whole day with Yin discussing the banquet's specifications."
Dojima Ginya nodded slightly. "Mr. Aoba, when do you have time?"
"We'll see how things go after Tuesday."
Aoba felt somewhat embarrassed.
After all, they invited me, and I said the timing was uncertain.
"I'll be available in the morning and afternoon."
"Is that so..." Dojima Gin pondered for a moment, "No matter when the teacher returns, we will arrange the teaching time for you."
"No need for that. Let's leave the dedicated teaching time to others. I'll just be an assistant instructor."
"Hey~ this won't do..."
Senzaemon disagreed with Dojima Gin's opinion, saying, "Gin, I think it's feasible."
Because the teaching methods for the intensive training have already been determined.
Giving Aoba more teaching time prematurely might backfire.
"That's good. I'll call Erina in advance."
"Mr. Aoba, please contact me." Dojima Gin smiled helplessly. "The training camp is very intense, and I'm afraid Ms. Erina won't have the time."
"Is that so? Well then, let's get Mr. Ryudojima's call."
After Aoba and Dojima Gin exchanged contact information.
Senzaemon left behind another large stack of yen, estimated to be another 100,000 yen.
Aoba, of course, wouldn't hold back either.
These are all major clients.
Oh, and there's a big client next to me...
Miya covered her mouth, looking at Aoba in great surprise:
"So Aoba-kun's cooking skills are this good?!"
Her culinary skills, enough to teach at Totsuki Culinary Academy, and the attitude that made the Food Demon King initially arrogant but later became obsequious...
The raven feather's reed tusk is truly well hidden!
Miya is now even questioning whether Karasu is worthy of Aoba.
Especially from the attitude that Senzaemon showed towards the relationship between Aoba and Erina during her conversation just now.
Absolutely no objections!
That's the Tongue of God, the future successor of the Nakiri family!
Not only did he regard Aoba as his teacher, but they were also close in age.
It's obvious they want to bring the two of them together!
Compared to that young lady of the Nakiri family, Karasuha has absolutely no advantage!
Faced with such praise, Aoba showed no modesty whatsoever.
"I appreciate your compliment. Enjoy your meal!"
"Thank you. How much?"
"Thank you for your patronage. The total is 13,000 yen."
After taking the money from her bag and placing it on the bar, Meizai suddenly had a sudden urge to ask:
"Aoba-kun, are you and Nakiri-san on good terms?"
"Huh? I'm alright."
"Does Aoba-kun have a girl he likes?"
"This is..."
Mizai did not receive a reply from Aoba.
Because of the continuous rain outside, people began to come in steadily.
"welcome!"
Kanna had somehow already run to the wooden door to welcome the guests.
There were still oil stains on his chubby face that hadn't been wiped off.
But the little girl's attitude is commendable.
The group of people who came in looked at Kanna, who was there to welcome them, and their eyes lit up with hearts.
"Oh my, so cute!"
"Xiaojing, don't scare the child."
"Hiratsuka-sensei, if I touch you without your permission, won't I be reported as a pervert?"
Three people, two umbrellas.
The beautiful girl with long, straight black hair looked at Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was already pinching Kanna's face, and made a very sarcastic remark.