I Opened a Restaurant in Honkai

Bits of crab meat still bubbled faintly, giving it the feel of some dark cuisine. She hesitated.

The hairy crabs were laid out, making a total of seven Crab-Stuffed Oranges, scattered across a huge pristine white porcelain platter. Orange marmalade was drizzled between the oranges like lines connecting the stars. On closer inspection, the seven oranges formed the shape of the Big Dipper.

It was quite an elegant presentation.

But as the saying went, the more effort a restaurant put into decorating its facade, the worse its food might be inside. Restaurants everywhere were like that.

With such doubts in mind, Einstein picked up a spoon polished from a pearl shell and gently scooped up a spoonful. With that single bite, she was utterly conquered by the unprecedented flavor. The savory sweetness was astonishingly invasive.

Sourness, sweetness, bitterness, spiciness, and saltiness all had specific areas of sensation on the tongue, but umami did not. There was no organ on the tongue dedicated to sensing umami—or rather, the entire mouth was one vast umami receptor.

Invasiveness. An immense sense of invasion.

Einstein never readily displayed joy, anger, sorrow, or delight. She merely closed her eyes in silence.

Black Seele was skeptical as well. She knew nothing about fine food and had no idea how much effort Hangzhou gourmets had put into studying how to eat crabs, which was why she had been so doubtful of this dish.

She, too, picked up a spoon ground from a pearl shell and scooped up a spoonful, gently placing it in her mouth.

"What the..."

She had intended to criticize it, but the second bite choked off her criticism. Without her realizing it, her arm moved on its own, scooping up another spoonful and stuffing it into her mouth, letting the savory sweetness fill her