Hearing Mr. Mita's words, the kitchen immediately fell silent.
"Mr. Mita, are you mistaken? You want him to make a dish independently?"
Alpha asked in disbelief.
Everyone else also looked stunned.
Ms. Sakai's beautiful eyes flashed with surprise, then she smiled and patted Satou's shoulder, laughing, "Little brother, I didn't realize you were so amazing."
Even Satou felt a little surprised and asked, "I don't have to start with odd jobs like washing dishes?"
"No need."
Mr. Mita said with a smile, "Izayoi, after a year of internship, has already started making dishes independently. I tasted your dish this morning and felt that your handling of ingredients is already more skillful than Izayoi's, so I think you can stand on your own."
"What?"
Alpha and several other chefs looked at Satou in shock.
As colleagues for a year, they were very clear about Izayoi Tsuki's strength; although her cooking skill still lagged behind theirs, it wasn't by much, and with her rate of improvement, they believed she would catch up to them very soon.
Such talent surprised even them, but now someone was telling them that Satou was even more formidable than her?
"By the way, Satou, please tell me all the dishes you are skilled at."
Mr. Mita said, "According to regulations, you also get a commission for every portion sold."
Satou nodded and said, "Yangzhou Fried Rice."
Mr. Mita wrote it down and asked, "Anything else?"
"Anything else? For now, that's all."
Satou said, although he could make other dishes, the most presentable one for now was this Yangzhou Fried Rice.
"You… you only specialize in one dish?"
Mr. Mita was startled and asked.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
Satou couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, nothing."
Mr. Mita quickly said, but he was very disappointed in his heart.
Could it be that he had misjudged him?
He had thought Satou was very capable, but did he only specialize in that one dish?
If one only knows one dish, one cannot survive in this line of work, after all, no matter how delicious a dish is, guests will eventually get tired of it.
Izayoi Tsuki was also a little confused; when Satou guided her on the curry chicken rice, she had already decided in her heart that Satou's skill was not below her own, but in the end, he only knew one dish?
Miss Sakai and the others also felt very surprised; a chef who only specializes in one dish is very rare!
Alpha even chuckled and said, "I knew it, wanting to stand on your own here while still a student isn't that easy."
Miss Sakai also nodded and said, "You have too little mastery of cooking. To become a senior chef, you need to be quite proficient in both the characteristics of ingredients and various cuisines. Your knowledge base is too narrow."
Satou nodded. He naturally understood this principle, but with the help of God Tongue, he believed he could quickly make up for it.
"Then let's try it today and see how the guests react."
Mr. Mita hesitated for a moment and said.
"If I'm not making dishes, I'll do some chores first."
Satou also knew that the other party was a bit troubled, so he said.
...
In Satou's Apartment.
The bathroom door suddenly opened a crack. After confirming that the room lights were off, a figure stealthily walked out, then turned on the light.
Erina Nakiri's figure appeared in Satou's room.
"Luckily, this guy hasn't come back yet."
Erina Nakiri let out a long sigh, then remembered something and quickly walked to Satou's wardrobe, starting to rummage through it.
"What size clothes does this hateful guy wear? I forgot to ask this morning."
Erina Nakiri muttered to herself while rummaging through the wardrobe. Suddenly, she found something, took it out, and her pretty face instantly turned crimson.
It was a pair of Satou's underwear.
Erina Nakiri, as if electrocuted, threw Satou's underwear away, "So disgusting. Boo hoo hoo, where do I look for clothing sizes?"
She was on the verge of tears, only realizing at this moment that she had no life experience whatsoever. Hisako Arato usually handled all her daily trivial matters, and she didn't even know how to check clothing sizes.
...
At this moment, Satou didn't know that a small thief had snuck into his Apartment.
It was dinner time, and Kagurazaka-ya was packed with guests. The chefs in the kitchen, including Satou, were all busily working.
However, not a single one of Satou's dishes had been sold.
On one hand, it was because he had just arrived and had no reputation.
The customers of high-end restaurants are very picky; not only are they particular about the taste of the dishes, but they are also particular about the chefs. With no fame at all, who would be willing to spend so much money to taste his dishes?
Of course, another reason was that Satou specialized in too few dishes.
"Hey, new kid, we're out of bowls. Hurry up and wash the ones that just came in."
"We're out of steak. Go get some."
"The floor here is a bit dirty. Who spilled soup on it? New guy, hurry up and mop this clean."
So, naturally, Satou became the kitchen's laborer, being yelled at and ordered around.
The kitchen operates under a cruel law of survival; without sufficient strength, one cannot gain any respect.
Even the top students of Far Moon, who were very likely to become world-renowned celebrity chefs in the future, started from the bottom during their internships.
Satou, of course, had no complaints; after all, he was working for a living.
In contrast, Izayoi Tsuki, also an intern, had a much better experience. Due to her outstanding appearance and student status, she was quite popular among customers. A month ago, Mr. Mita had already allowed her to complete dishes independently, and it was said that the feedback was very good.
"Since you can't sell dishes, then start with washing dishes. The kitchen is very cruel."
Alpha said indifferently.
"Only knowing one dish doesn't qualify you to be a head chef, you know."
Someone else mocked.
"Satou, don't mind them. With your strength, you'll be formally preparing dishes very soon."
Izayoi Tsuki said earnestly to Satou.
Satou nodded and said, "Thank you, class monitor."
Just then...
"Oh no, Hana-yama'in is here!"