🔥🔥 You can find 40 chapters ahead here
Support link: pa_treon.com/4Reds
Also other exciting fanfic available 🔥🔥
----------------------------------------------------------
When Renz opened his mouth, it was hard to take. "Every one of my dishes is the result of working hard with her," Renz said in a calm tone. There was no exaggeration in his words. To create increasingly better dishes, an ordinary person's palate simply cannot detect the subtle differences. However, the God's Tongue has the ability to magnify issues in texture and flavor. In every one of Renz's successful dishes, Erina's tasting process was indispensable. It could even be said that Erina provided the most crucial impetus for Renz to achieve divine status at the pinnacle of cuisine; without her, Renz would not have achieved such extraordinary success.
At this moment, the audience was inadvertently stuffed with a mouthful of public display of affection. The camera briefly wavered, a clear sign of an unexpected interview. Normally, interviews involve the chef talking about their hard work and how amazing their dish is, right? But with Renz, the whole dynamic completely changed. For a moment, the interviewer didn't know how to ask the next question. Why was he suddenly praising his partner during an interview? What kind of bizarre thought process was this?
Yet, the beautiful interviewer, Aoi Aso, seemed to be on the same wavelength as Renz. Aoi excitedly asked, "Then your girlfriend must be an amazing chef, right?" Renz hadn't expected this turn of events. The female interviewer had completely derailed the topic.
Renz's peripheral vision subtly swept towards Erina beside him. She had composed her smile, her expression calm, as if she didn't care about Renz's evaluation at all. An illusion! It's all an illusion! Don't be deceived!
Having lived with Erina for so long, Renz could easily gauge her personality. And his wife absolutely loved hearing praise from others. Even after receiving praise, she would feign humility, claiming she didn't care or think much of it, but she would secretly be happy for a long time. This had never changed, no matter how many years passed. Renz knew exactly what to say and when.
"Of course. My girlfriend is much stronger than I am at cooking. All of my dishes were taught to me by her. As for her looks, she's more beautiful than any idol or celebrity. Her personality is also very compatible with mine. I absolutely adore her," Renz said, with no ulterior motives and speaking from the heart.
Erina had a tsundere personality. In the beginning, their interactions were unfamiliar, awkward, and difficult to connect over. However, Erina also had wonderful qualities: she was responsible, had a strong sense of duty, possessed a contrasting cuteness, and was fiercely protective of her husband. Not only protective of her husband, but also fiercely protective of her own. Especially protective of her little ones.
For Renz, these qualities were enough. No one is perfect. In love and marriage, there are inevitably frictions and clashes of ideas. However, in such emotional interactions, the most important thing is to know when to yield and to be considerate of the other person's difficulties. If you want someone who loves you wholeheartedly, who is perfect in every way, who has a big heart, a good figure, is understanding, knows everything, is articulate, and has vast wealth yet gives you complete control of the finances—then why are you looking for a wife? Just go to sleep and dream, you can have anything in your dreams.
"Then, how does your girlfriend compare to Miss Erina?" Aoi Aso asked, tilting her head.
Damn it. Erina is my wife. This question really stumped me. I can't praise her, nor can I disparage her. Erina, beside him, watched Renz with interest, wanting to see how he would navigate this topic.
Is there something wrong with this female interviewer? Not asking questions from the cue cards, but freely asking for private information? This is a public execution! And a public execution in front of my own wife! This is tough.
"I don't know how to answer that," Renz said, verbally expressing his inconvenience, but after a thought, he offered his answer indirectly. "Because it's not something that can be compared. I can only say that I want to dedicate my cooking to her forever."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't really have a great love for cooking, to be honest." Renz learned to cook only to find a way out for the God's Tongue, not wanting to see Erina and their child suffer from the 'curse' of the God's Tongue. That's why he resolutely embarked on the path of cooking. It wasn't a hobby or interest.
"It was only when I met her that I considered going further in cooking," Renz stated solemnly. These words carried significant weight. "To me, she is a very important, indispensable person. So, I cannot conveniently answer that question. Thank you."
Aoi Aso nodded repeatedly. It was an interview, after all. It had to have a hook. Every host and interviewer is trained in this interview style, where questions contain traps, designed to provoke controversy and generate buzz.
And Renz's answer was very clever. He neither compared Erina to his girlfriend nor failed to express his feelings for his girlfriend. He also explained that this was how he embarked on the path of cooking. Thus, Renz's girlfriend became a very important guide.
"Then, for the last question, what's the secret to having such great culinary skills?!" Aoi Aso asked a question that was always asked at every God's Tongue evaluation. This was a standard question, asked of all those being evaluated.
"For me, the secret to achieving great culinary skills is meeting a woman to whom I wholeheartedly want to dedicate all of my cooking," Renz condensed his realization into one sentence. And, if he hadn't met Erina, he wouldn't have honed these excellent cooking skills. These cooking skills were achieved to satisfy Erina's God's Tongue.
Everyone was stunned that Renz would say such a thing. What was supposed to be a God's Tongue evaluation suddenly turned into a public display of affection. Renz's final statement in the interview created an extremely strong sense of depth, progressing step by step, and ultimately, his words were deeply moving. This guy didn't say a single sentence during the entire interview that didn't mention his girlfriend!
Beast! You don't need to show off your girlfriend like this! Who continuously showers their girlfriend with such praise and flattery? Not a single sentence without mentioning her? And what's with this kind of speech that sounds like a marriage proposal?!
Alright, I admit I'm jealous of your relationship. So, hello? Are you there? When's the wedding?
Aoi Aso, who was directly conducting the interview, was initially quite excited about the public display of affection, hoping to use it to open up the conversation and find more explosive news. But by the end, the taste of the 'dog food' changed. The more she ate, the more unpleasant it felt, and then she realized that the other party was force-feeding her this 'dog food' nonstop. Aoi Aso didn't even want to eat this 'dog food' anymore and wanted to change the subject. But the person in front of her directly shoved the 'dog food' into her mouth. Even if she didn't want to eat it, he forcibly poured it down her throat.
Sitting nearby, Erina's eyes seemed to radiate a brilliant light, her sparkling gaze fixed on Renz like starry eyes. These words greatly pleased Erina. Husband! So handsome! It's worth spoiling you so much.
At this moment, a hapless director in his thirties 'took a hit' right where he stood. Director Domoto Kawa, who had been happily eating his third added bowl of noodles, stuffing noodles into his mouth and enjoying the pleasure of ramen, suddenly put down his chopsticks while listening to the interview. He revealed a 'painful mask' of an abstract expression.
He was full, but with anger. What the hell! Is this tolerable? I admit I, Domoto Kawa, am a director who has been single for a long time. But I am also a talented director trained by a prestigious school. Can't I just find a girlfriend at a mixer? If you show off like this, don't you believe I'll immediately find a girlfriend myself? Eating noodles and still having to witness such public displays of affection.
You guys are too insulting! I, Domoto Kawa, will find a girlfriend immediately! Immediately!
And it wasn't just Domoto Kawa who felt this 'pain' of being maliciously attacked; the camera crew and the program's audience also felt maliciously attacked! My knees hurt so much! And my heart hurts too!
------------
🍊 Boost This Fanfic! 🍊
Every 500 Power Stones gets 2 bonus chapters! 🚀
Want faster updates? Show your support by dropping Power Stones, leaving reviews, and sharing your thoughts in the comments! Your engagement keeps the story going strong!