Luo Mu nodded slightly. "Whether it's the vegetable aspic with its rich texture and flavor, or the wakame sea bass soup with its intoxicating freshness, there's no need to decide which of the two dishes is superior. Or rather, their flavors complement each other surprisingly well."
"After the vegetable aspic, the wakame sea bass soup's ultimate freshness can bring another, even richer and more complex feast for the palate."
"Likewise, after the sensory feast of the vegetable aspic, the wakame sea bass soup can better mellow out its impact."
"So personally, I don't think there's any need to rank them. They're both dishes forged from your hard work. Rather than forcing a winner to emerge, they're better suited to appearing on the same menu."
Having stated his conclusion, Luo Mu looked at the somewhat stunned Hai Dai and Zhi Mi, waiting for their reactions.
"You're right." Zhi Mi spoke first. As though he had recalled something, his gaze drifted into the distance.
Zhi Mi believed that both cooking and Pokémon battles were beauties that existed in a single instant.
Yet before devoting oneself to that instant, the time spent was never as brief as the blink of an eye.
Only through constant worrying, research, learning, and practice—through all that down-to-earth effort—could that moment of brilliance come to be.
Forcing the culmination of a certain stage of one's life into a contest to determine victory or defeat really was not ideal.
Zhi Mi had always had only one goal: to use food and battles to bring smiles to diners and spectators. That was all.
Hai Dai folded his arms and pondered. Luo Mu had unexpectedly spoken right to his heart. There was no need to determine superiority between different kinds of food; having them complement one another to form the best