Although he had seen it many times before, Seiya still could not help finding Kurase's earlier reaction strange every time he saw it.
He could understand that delicious food could be addictive, but no matter how tasty a dish was, wasn't reacting this strongly a little absurd?
Anyone who knew would know you were eating food. Anyone who didn't would think you'd been fucking drugged!
Still, when he saw Kurase's reaction just now, Seiya's expression was somewhat strange, but he also felt a small sense of accomplishment inside.
After all, in the past, only dishes made by her bargain-bin mother, Kiyoei Wenren, could put people in that state. But now, Seiya could finally drug people too!
"This makes no sense. Why is it so delicious? It's only been a week... Even if you spent the entire week studying fried rice, there's no way you could improve this much in such a short time."
Becoming an outstanding chef was not something that happened overnight. It required the accumulation of a great deal of skill and experience.
In short, Soma Yukihira did not believe Seiya could raise his cooking to this level in such a brief time.
That left only one possibility: Seiya had been hiding his abilities all along, intending to astonish him in one fell swoop.
First, he had pretended to be weak and made Soma think he was terrible. Then, at a crucial moment, he had jumped out to slap him in the face.
Based on Soma Yukihira's understanding of him after growing up together, Seiya was indeed the sort of guy who might do something like that.
After all, whenever they played together as children, Seiya had often told him about those so-called "protagonist face-slapping" plots. And now, Seiya was clearly playing the protagonist of one of those