Inside the spacious, brightly lit sunlit restaurant of the private club, what should have been an exclusive top-tier Japanese dining event brimming with high-end elegance had taken on a rather bizarre and contrasting turn.
Before the open kitchen counter, there was none of the graceful scene one might have expected—diners sitting down to savor the food while the chef commanded the room.
Instead, there came a crisp, rhythmic chorus of chopping: "tok, tok, tok."
Wan Xinyue and Wan Xinyan had clearly become completely addicted to chopping vegetables.
At first, under the Japanese chef's guidance, they had merely held the long Yanagiba knife carefully and practiced slicing the remaining half of the tuna loin.
Because Su Bai had casually said that he liked eating fish, the twin sisters treated it as though they had been given some sacred mission and learned with extraordinary seriousness.
But the supply of premium seafood was limited, after all. Once they had finished slicing the sashimi, the sisters' freshly ignited enthusiasm for cooking had clearly yet to be satisfied.
"Chef, we've finished cutting the fish. Is there anything else we can practice on?"
Still wanting more, the younger sister, Wan Xinyan, set down the Yanagiba knife and turned to the Japanese chef standing nearby. Her large, watery eyes shone with an intense thirst for knowledge.
Although the elder sister, Wan Xinyue, said nothing, her fair, delicate hands tightly gripping a spare kitchen knife and her eager gaze had already laid bare her thoughts.
Faced with these two enthusiastic, lovely young women, the head chef—renowned in River City's Japanese cuisine scene and normally serving only high-end clientele—seemed somewhat at a loss.
He awkwardly wiped the sweat from his forehead and pointed toward the white radishes and cucumbers beside him, which were meant as sashimi garnishes.
"Well... if