CH 26

When we started talking about having Saika Fujisaki-san’s care, her earlier grumpiness turned into a smile.

“My house is on the top floor of an apartment building, so there’s plenty of security for Yamamoto’s sister! Hmm, how about you start living with us when you get back, Yamamoto? That way you can save money instead of using it on rent.”

“Ahaha~, well, I can’t just barge into a woman’s house like that…”

“Yamamoto, you will be fine. I trust you. And even I—”

Clang!

Halfway through Fujisaki-san’s talk, I heard someone open the front door of the store before it opened and walk in.

And at the same time, I hear a high pitched laugh.

“Ou-ho-ho-ho! Is this the place where a chef who’s extremely indolent is making the food? Definitely not worthy of a Michelin star, and for them to ruin it’s honor like this, what a shame~”

When Fujisaki-san and I rushed to check on the situation from the back of the store, we saw a woman with distinctive vertical curls smiling with a victorious expression on her face. [TLN- I assume drills]

She grinned even more when she saw us.

“Ara? Arararara~? It’s you, Fujisaki~? This is your shop, I presume? No wonder it’s a plain and unappealing restaurant! And that’s the chef beside you, right~?. Just looking at him is enough to make me lose my appetite, so ugly, ughh~!”

I asked Fujisaki-san while looking at the woman’s deliberate attitude of saying whatever she wanted to say.

“Fujisaki-san, do you know her?”

“Unfortunately, yeah. This is Amu Kuramochi, a chef who trained in France with me. A fellow senior from Japan, just like me, however…”

Fujisaki-san let out a sigh.

“She was always fishing for men and never improved her cooking skills, and so I got promoted before her and was able to set up my own restaurant like this.”

“SHAT UP!! Fujisaki, you must have been flirting with the owner chief anyway! All the chef guys I talked to were crazy about you, so I’m sure you did the same to them!”

“Don’t be silly, that was a problem for me too. They kept talking about and inviting me out for things that had nothing to do with cooking. Every night when I got off work, they’d give me the keys to the hotel, and it was annoying. And they wouldn’t even listen when I asked them to stop.”

“T-that’s a terrific way of being popular…”

“How envious…!”

After hearing Fujisaki-san’s story about her training in France, I was convinced.

It seems that she is still a beauty that can be admired even over there.

“So I gave the hotel keys to my drinking buddy Candy-chan who wanted it. Although Candy-chan is a muscular man, at heart she is a sweet, carnal maiden who was looking to meet someone, so I’m sure they had a great night!”

“Ehh… and…”

“FAKK! So it was you, because of you they were crying holding and their butts while cooking.”

“During the course of my training, my buttocks were also touched repeatedly without my permission. Their butts deserve a little pain too, don’t they?”

Fujisaki-san crossed her arms, not looking at all offended.

Certainly, if you were sexually harassing Fujisaki-san, you have to be prepared for that kind of pain… although it sounds a bit pitiful…

Kuramochi-san, the lady of the vertical drills, changed her expression of frustration after hearing Fujisaki-san’s story about her popularity, and smiled again with a margin of comfort.

“Fufun, But Fujisaki. Your success has come to an end because I’m opening a French restaurant right next to yours.”

“Ehh? No way, a rival store!”

“Kuramochi, your cooking skills are still inexperienced anyway, right? I don’t think you can compete with my restaurant?”

Kuramochi-san laughed out loud at Fujisaki-san’s comment.

“You still have a hard head, Fujisaki! Nowadays, customers visit restaurants based on information rather than taste! They go to a restaurant based on the reviews they find on the internet, the atmosphere of the restaurant, and the staff! A Michelin star is a great thing, but the pictures of a fatty in the magazine and the buzz that comes up when you look up the restaurant should be enough to make you hesitate to go there!”

Indeed, I thought Kuramochi-san had a point.

Today’s customers, who can easily gather information, are excessively afraid of failure.

And it’s a fine French restaurant, so they’ll probably be cautious starting now.

To make matters worse, customers who came for Fujisaki-san back then are currently trolling the online reviews of “La Forge” to vent their anger at being turned away.

If my image, which is a far cry from that of a beautiful owner-chef, were to be seen in the weekly magazines, new customers would be discouraged to enter the restaurant.

“Kuramochi, don’t tell me it was you…?”

“Who knows? I have no idea what you are talking about?”

Fujisaki-san glared at her, but Kuramochi-san passed it off with a cool expression.

“And we have good-looking French chefs and waiters. If the food is made by real people, customers will come, right?”

“Isn’t it because you lured them into cooking when they gave up halfway through their careers? And in the first place, does it matter what they look like or what race they are?”

“Ahahaha, you really don’t know anything about running a business, do you Fujisaki? You attract customers with your appearance yourself, but you’re unconscious, and that’s what’s so sickening. No matter how you put it in words, the reality of the world is that looks are supreme and people are more concerned with appearances.”

Saying so Kuramochi-san took the liberty of sitting down at our restaurant, crossing her legs in a pompous manner.

“Well, since we’re here, let me tell you a little bit about it. There are many women’s apparel shops around here, including the famous Harajuku fancy shops. It’s also a path taken by female students attending a prestigious women’s college just around the corner. In other words, a lot of women, looking for a handsome guy.”

Sure, that’s what I thought too.

In fact, host club-like shops are starting to pop up in the neighborhood.

This town is becoming a downtown for women.

“Well, even if I told you this, you wouldn’t understand, Fujisaki. The people in this town don’t have enough money to afford fine French cuisine. We’re going to destroy your restaurant with our way!”

Kuramochi-san says and gets up, putting her hand on the door of the shop.

“Well, I’m sure we’ll see the results in a year. You can look forward to it at best.”

After saying that, she left the shop.

Fujisaki-san sighs as she wraps her apron around her waist.

“Yamamoto, you got involved with a strange fellow before leaving Japan, but you don’t have to worry about it. I’ll make arrangements for you to return to the restaurant after you return to Japan without hesitation.”

“I see…”

“Now, let’s prepare for today!”

To be honest, I think Kuramochi-san has a point in some of the management strategies she mentioned.

Times have changed, and you now need to control information in order to get a taste.

In a town full of trend-conscious young women, I wondered if Fujisaki-san’s artisan-oriented store would be in big trouble in a year’s time…