…

"A dead duck has a tough mouth."

Mary Jane pouted and ignored Harry.

She held the camera and took photos of Nakiri Senzaemon and Yukihira Joichiro who were processing sashimi.

The girls were too fierce in fighting, and she couldn't squeeze into Yukihira Soma's circle, so she planned to start with these two.

Mr. Nakiri wiped his sashimi knife, but the knife flashed.

Pieces of fish as thin as cicada wings fall on the plate, layer upon layer, just like a peony flower about to bloom, noble and elegant.

"I bet you a bottle of beer that this old man must have a story!"

Mary Jane whispered to Peter and Harry.

"I feel the same way. Is that Yukihira's grandfather?"

"Looks so fierce!"

Peter nodded, chefs are so fierce nowadays.

The old man was covered in sinews, and his muscles were more exaggerated than those of him put together. There were cuts in his eyes, and he looked like a big boss who had retired and re-employed.

"I don't know, but I want to do a collection of interviews with the Yukihei family. They all seem to have stories to tell!"

Mary Jane was holding the camera and had already started to think about it.

A handsome young man, a mature uncle, and a fierce old man.

A dining room opened in Hell’s Kitchen!

Could this be the legendary Yakuza chef team?!

…

"Hey, insignificant sick cat Parker!"

The three of them were chatting when Thompson's voice suddenly came. He slapped the sashimi platter in his hand on the table.

"Uh, Thompson?"

Peter was stunned for a moment, what was this big guy doing?

Could it be that the old habit has returned? There are no lockers in this place!

Don't you want to stuff him into the stove?

Peter was a little panicked at the time!

Thompson patted Peter's shoulder enthusiastically and shook Peter three times!

"Parker, don't stand still, eat big!"

“This is the old man’s special sashimi platter.”
Chapter completed!