I'm in Food Wars: Lan Feihong's Inheritance at the Start!

Nakamura Ji seemed to have been tapped through the two veins of Ren and Du, and he woke up.

Thinking of what I had done to my daughter before, the guilt in my heart slowly poured into my heart.

He looked at Nakiri Erina, who looked worried for him, and his clenched fists loosened slightly.

"#.....

Nakamura Thistle still finds it difficult to admit his failure until now, and it is impossible for him to give up the belief that he has pursued for so many years.

Lin Han looked at his embarrassed expression, took a step back and continued to ask.

"For so many years, have you tried to find the reason from yourself?"

"The previous failure was not that I was very competent, but that there was a problem with your management. 99

For the first time, Nakamura Ji looked at the calm young man in front of him without any prejudice. His eyes were very clear, as if he had just seen Caibo Jōichirō.

He is full of energy, as if he has endless energy, and wants to put all his love into the cooking business.

Nakamura Thistle recalled his previous misdeeds: trampling on other people's research results at will, and letting the bottom people never stand up...

"Before, my approach was too aggressive.

"I tasted this immortal phoenix egg today, and I know that at this moment, the taste buds on the tip of my tongue are still beating for it."

"Lin Han-kun, is this your true strength? As expected of the person chosen by the seniors, it really surprises me."

"Senior Nakamura, as a junior, say something that shouldn't be said. You were too rigid and rigid in the past, and you couldn't see the bright spots of the younger generation."

Nakamura Ji surprisingly did not refute, but agreed with Lin Han's point of view.

In the past, I always attributed my mistakes to others, and never looked for reasons from myself, but the reasons that made me what I am today have long been forgotten.

Seeing that her father didn't have the tough attitude of the past, Erina unconsciously gave Lin Han a sigh of relief. You must know that his father's influence in the cooking world.

Any word could make Lin Han hit a wall everywhere.

"Nakamura-senpai, Yukihira-senpai once mentioned to me, you are a very talented person, why don't you continue to develop new products and lead the cooking world to a higher level'"?"

"I?

When asked by Lin Han like this, my mind couldn't help but drift to the time when he first entered Tōtsuki Academy. At that time, he was also known as a genius boy, and he was constantly working hard on new products every day.

Until he heard that the senior left the cooking world because of his confusion about cooking, his spiritual support all the time collapsed, and he gradually became suspicious of himself and the whole cooking world.

"Can not go back."

Thistle Nakamura sighed slightly, looking at the immortal phoenix egg on the table that had been eaten up by everyone, and not even the scum was left. This was a great affirmation for a chef.

"It's still too late, as long as Senior Nakamura can change his mind.

Lin Han saw that Nakamura Ji's attitude was a little loose, and then continued to induce.

"If senior is willing, you can join the Chinese Cuisine Research Institute."

Nakamura Thistle frowned, and tapped the table with his hands, thinking seriously about Lin Han's proposal.

"Lin Han, I will carefully consider your proposal when I go back, but I still want to thank you for unraveling the knot in my heart for so many years.

"I always thought that as long as the cooking world was ruled by me, then it would become orderly, but it seems that my idea, from the very beginning, ran counter to the original intention of being a chef.

"The senior left at that time, maybe not because of the system, but because he loved the cooking world too much, so he...

"Senior Yukihira is still on the way to pursue cooking. He has not given up his love for cooking. Otherwise, it is impossible for his son to study at Tōtsuki Academy."5

Thistle Nakamura felt more and more that what Lin Han said was reasonable, but he was blinded by interests before and did not find the connection.

Even Nakiri Erina, who was listening on the side, was grateful to Lin Han in his heart. After so many years of stubbornness, finally someone could stand up to help him.

"Erina."

Thistle Nakamura tilted his head in the direction of Nakiri Erina and changed her name softly.

“For so many years, I have been trying to take power in the entire cooking world, neglecting the care I deserve for Erina, and being strict with her since I was a child. 35

"Father."

Erina, who has been pretending to be strong outside and doing everything herself, heard her father apologize to her for the first time in so many years, her eyes filled with tears instantly, and her voice was a little choked.

Arato Hisako, who had just arrived at the Chinese Cuisine Research Institute, happened to hear the conversation between them and trotted to Nakiri Erina.

"Miss Erina, finally..."5

I have been with the young lady since I was a child, and I have witnessed with my own eyes the strictness of Nakamura-senpai as a father to his daughter.

Once, a dish did not meet Nakamura-senpai's satisfaction, and Miss Erina was not even allowed to eat the meal, and finally ended the training by fainting at the cooking table.

At that time, Miss Erina was only ten years old, and she did not enjoy the fatherly love and happy childhood she deserved.

".~ Hisako."

Erina quickly wiped away tears with her hands, calling out in a slightly hoarse voice.

"I asked you to take it, did you take it?"

Hisako handed a stack of thick document bags to Nakiri Erina. He didn't know what was in it, but the lady told him that it was urgent and seemed to be very important.

Nakiri Erina carefully took the document bag like a treasure, and took out the contents, which turned out to be various research recipes.

"Father, I am afraid that you will take out your anger at Mr. Lin Han today, so I re-improved the recipe you gave me when I was a child, and I have never forgotten what you taught me, father.

Nakamura Thistle took the thick stack and looked at it carefully. Over the years, he had never carefully watched his daughter's cooking skills, and had never seriously tasted any of the dishes her daughter had cooked.

"(Lee's) but it doesn't seem to be used anymore."

Nakiri Erina felt that Lin Han's persuasion plan was successful this time, and his own preparations seemed a bit redundant.

"Erina, I, I haven't made you an egg-golden noodles seriously yet.

"I remember when you were five years old, you were still behind me, clamoring for food every day.

Nakiri Erina did not dare to respond directly, and tasting her father's craftsmanship was something she never dared to think about in her life.

"Daddy's Longxu noodles are delicious.""

Nakiri Erina gave a sweet smile.

Thistle Nakamura was in a trance for a moment, and reunited her with Erina when she was five years old. It turned out that her daughter had not changed, but she had left her where she was.

"Today, let me do it again for you, and let me make up for what I owe you for so many years.

Nakamura Ji rolled up his sleeves as he spoke. Seeing this, Lin Han voluntarily gave up his position in front of the kitchen counter.