"Mikoto, go make dinner."
Seeing that his daughter was about to explode, Uchiha Retsuyō said helplessly, eager to dispatch his daughter quickly.
Tamura Hiroshi did not know what to say in response, but he regretted it a little an hour later.
Looking at the so-called gourmet food in front of him, he truly could not bring himself to eat it.
Much like the Japanese-style cuisine of his past life, it was clear and watery, with many items even served raw—take that sashimi, for instance, which was finished off with just a splash of soy sauce and some wasabi.
He genuinely felt nothing for this kind of food; heaven knew if there were parasites inside. Compared to such raw meat, he still preferred cooked food.
Then there was the curry rice. The moment he saw that stuff, it involuntarily reminded him of those Indian delicacies he had seen on a certain video platform—dishes you might not eat yourself, but definitely had to treat your friends to—and he instantly lost his appetite.
In his view, these culinary creations were even inferior to Western food.
"Is this not to Lord Hiroshi's taste?"
Watching the boy's expression, Mikoto Uchiha still tried her best to maintain a final smile, while her fists remained tightly clenched.
If you dare talk nonsense and slander my culinary skills, this young lady's kitchen knife won't show any mercy.
"Haven't you ever been to a Food Entertainment City?"
Tamura Hiroshi countered with a question, unwilling to speak falsehoods as that did not fit his persona.
"I've been to the Konoha Entertainment City. Although they have a wide variety of delicacies there, the taste and texture aren't that great."
Pride laced her words, for Mikoto Uchiha considered her own cooking skills to be no worse than those in the entertainment city.