Joichiro Yukihira could make tastier Seafood Fried Rice, while Seiya had already reached his current limit. So this lucky victory did not mean Seiya's cooking had surpassed Joichiro Yukihira's.
Of course, even a lucky victory was enough to leave Soma Yukihira beside them green with envy.
Joichiro Yukihira might have been holding back, perhaps not even taking things seriously, but when Soma Yukihira competed against his father, he had given it everything he had.
In other words, if both he and Seiya had gone all out, and Seiya's Seafood Fried Rice was now better than his, then Seiya was stronger than him!
The more Soma Yukihira thought about it, the more unwilling he felt to accept it. His friend had deliberately acted weaker than he was, only to secretly grind away behind his back and outdo him. It was a completely dishonorable win. How could Soma Yukihira possibly admit defeat so easily?!
Watching Soma Yukihira run out of the restaurant with an unconvinced look on his face, then return over ten minutes later and set another steaming plate of Seafood Fried Rice before Kurase, Joichiro Yukihira merely smiled without saying a word.
In his view, the culinary talent Seiya had displayed was not a bad thing for Soma Yukihira.
Only with rivals could one grow. That was also why he periodically accepted his son's challenges.
However, unlike himself as Soma's father, Seiya was ultimately Soma Yukihira's peer.
If he lost to his father, Soma would certainly be unwilling to accept it, but that frustration and drive to improve were clearly nowhere near as effective as losing to Seiya, someone his own age.
"Kurase, try the Seafood Fried Rice I just made. I can guarantee that this time, it definitely won't disappoint you."
"Yukihira, I really do want to eat it,