CHAPTER 208: CHAPTER 13: EVEN WITH A GOD’S TONGUE, YOU CAN’T BE SO SELFISH!

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Dojima Gin, clad in a grey-white suit, his stern, square face exuding solemnity and authority, addressed the assembled students. "Is everyone here?" Since graduating from Totsuki Academy, he had dedicated his service to the Totsuki Resort.

The Totsuki Resort, though called a "resort," is essentially the culinary capital of Japan, the nation’s largest collective of restaurants. It boasts a professional Gourmet Street serving guests, staffed by chefs meticulously selected through countless trials at Totsuki Academy.

Each week, the two chefs with the lowest sales are dismissed from the Gourmet Street, replaced by two new recruits.

The Totsuki Gourmet Street is world-renowned, and during holidays like Christmas, many Japanese citizens prioritize it as their vacation destination, leading to overflowing crowds. Chefs operating within the Gourmet Street receive 50% of their sales revenue, with the academy providing all shop renovations and ingredients.

This lucrative arrangement draws countless aspiring chefs. However, to even secure a spot, one needs exceptional skill. Dojima Gin himself has been the resort’s top-selling chef for nearly a decade, his dishes a must-try for any visitor.

"I’ve been informed by the director about the winter training," Dojima Gin stated calmly. "From today until the beginning of next year, I’ll be acting as your instructor. I won’t lecture you; let’s talk about sales first."

"As you all know, the Totsuki Gourmet Street has

twenty-four establishments: twenty permanent and four flexible. After consulting with the director, these flexible spots will be yours to operate this Christmas," Dojima Gin announced plainly. The "flexible" spots referred to the two restaurants that are eliminated weekly, plus two backup spots reserved for exceptional chefs. These backups are rarely used. This system creates a constant cycle of promotion and relegation.

Among the twenty-two regularly open restaurants, the two with the worst sales are cleared out weekly. If a restaurant has made it into the top ten in sales within the previous four weeks, it can retain its spot; otherwise, it’s immediately removed. This system ensures the chefs at the Totsuki Resort remain highly competitive.

"Directly managing a resort restaurant?" Alice gasped in disbelief. This was far beyond their current skill level.

Only Japan’s top chefs were allowed into the Totsuki Resort’s Gourmet Street. Even renowned culinary families like the Onos and Kanemotos were frequently eliminated. Last year, Ono Sushi stayed for four months before being removed, only for the Ono family head to reapply and successfully challenge for a spot from July to December this year. The Totsuki Resort’s Ono Sushi shop even had a better reputation than its main Tokyo branch, and opening a restaurant in the Gourmet Street was practically every Japanese chef’s dream, symbolizing identity, honor, and status.

"Yes, that’s correct. Each group will select five members to form a team and operate a Gourmet Street restaurant," Dojima Gin said unhurriedly. "If your cooking disgraces Totsuki, you might just set the fastest elimination record."

"The director has granted me a veto power," Dojima Gin continued expressionlessly. "For the sake of Totsuki’s reputation, if I deem a team’s single-day sales unsatisfactory, I can immediately disqualify them.

Therefore, choose your team configuration based on your individual cooking styles."

"Let’s start with the Erina-sama’s selection," Dojima Gin gestured towards Erina.

Erina turned to survey the Totsuki students participating in this winter training. Her first choice was obvious. "My first choice is Renz." Their years of collaboration and countless nights spent learning together meant Renz had the highest level of unspoken understanding with her.

Whether he was the head chef or she was, their culinary synergy was always top-notch.

The subsequent choices proved more challenging. Hisako Arato ’s medicinal-style cooking was, frankly, somewhat mediocre; her presence or absence wouldn’t make a significant difference. From a purely strategic standpoint, Hisako was not the best choice.

However, the person making the selection was Erina, who never considered skill alone. Hisako was her best friend and a reliable assistant. At the very least, Hisako could offer good advice and help with minor tasks, making her a dependable aid. Choosing her wouldn’t be wrong.

"My second choice is Hisako," Erina named her next selection.

Even if Renz were choosing, he would have picked Hisako. The little secretary was kind and diligent, capable of handling many intricate tasks with precision, making her an excellent sous chef.

However, Erina’s consecutive choices instantly filled the other students with a sense of impending doom.

What a weak combination. Akira Hayama squinted. As a graduate of Totsuki Academy from the previous year, his keen sense of smell had made him a long-term assistant to Jun Shiomi, specializing in various spices. He was currently Assistant to Lecturer Shiomi and had reached the Fourth Seat of the Elite Ten before graduating. He understood Hisako’s skill level well; she lacked the talent to be an Elite Ten member. Her presence in this winter training was likely a result of her close association with the "Erina-sama" essentially, she was riding on Erina’s coattails. He considered her a rather "lazy" chef. From a skill perspective, Hayama would only choose Hisako if there were no other options.

Most importantly, Hayama saw no ambition or drive in Hisako; she was destined to be a subordinate, barely even a capable assistant. Erina had started by choosing Hisako and Renz.

Even with a God’s Tongue, you shouldn’t be so reckless.

Hayama also didn’t have high hopes for Renz. The last time this guy had appeared in the culinary spotlight was four years ago. He probably spent his days as Erina’s househusband, perhaps unable to even hold a kitchen knife steadily. He was an unknown quantity, most likely on the "weaker" side. With each team limited to five members, Erina had begun by selecting the two most difficult-to-assess and potentially weakest individuals in the winter training. Just like her.

She’s solved everyone’s headache of who to pick!

"Next, I choose Akira Hayama," Erina scanned the room and selected Hayama, who was deep in thought.

Oh no.

I’m doomed.

With a lineup like this, even I’d struggle to salvage it, right?

This is a completely useless team setup! Damn it. This is definitely a hell-level start!

Can I just not inherit this family business?

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