Reborn in Japan as a Chef God

Chapter 448: Chapter 447: Sharing the Golden Autumn of September with You

“A bento filled with love?”

Looking at the arrangement inside the bento box, then at the pink outer box, it exuded a full dose of girlish charm.

The audience and judges couldn’t help but wear gentle smiles on their faces.

In the guest seats.

Chitben Orin chuckled softly, “This style, how should I put it, it’s something I had aspired to during my girlhood too, but back then I was too clumsy. No matter how I plated or decorated, I couldn’t achieve such delicacy. That’s why I didn’t dare to give such a sloppy bento to the boy I liked. I was afraid of being laughed at and giving a bad impression to the boy.”

The COO of a major curry conglomerate recalled those times with her tongue playfully sticking out, somehow it brought back bitter-sweet memories.

That feeling of learning how to cook for a secret crush, waking up early every day to work hard on a bento box, can perhaps only be truly understood by those who have lived through their girlhood or are currently experiencing it.

From the outside, Morioka Makki’s bento was exactly that style.

It gave a sense of familiarity that warmed the heart.

Without the need for anything extravagant, it made women shyly smile and men’s hearts skip a beat.

Not far from Chitben Orin.

Hase Ichiro nudged Takai Masashi, who was sitting still beside him, and snickered, “Takai, has there ever been a girl willing to learn how to cook and make bento for you?”

Hearing this, who would have known that the normally authoritative and imposing Takai Masashi would hesitate on this topic.

“Hmm, Takai, was there or wasn’t there?” Hase teased, shamelessly.

“Hmph, of course, there was!”

Takai Masashi said stiffly, “It’s my current wife. She made many bento boxes for me.”

“And how was the taste?”

“Err, well…” Takai Masashi suddenly choked on his words as if he had returned to the terror of being at the mercy of dreadful cooking.

“Ah!”

Among Far Moon’s students, quite a few boys were already holding their heads.

“Why has no girl ever made a bento for me!”

One of the boys wailed.

“Brother, wake up, we’ve always been self-sufficient, haven’t we!”