Totsuki Academy, Nakiri Villa.
Senzaemon Nakiri looked rather awkwardly at his beloved granddaughter, who had her arms folded and her head turned away in a sulk.
After Erina Nakiri's impassioned rebuttal, along with Arato Hisako serving as a witness, no matter how unreasonable Senzaemon found it, he had no choice but to accept one fact: his precious granddaughter was still utterly pure and had never developed feelings for anyone else...
Nor had she developed any feelings beyond friendship for that brat from the Doma Family... Ahem, that young man from the Doma Family.
Though it defied common sense, it had really happened. Senzaemon felt immensely relieved. The carefully cultivated little cabbage in his family had yet to attract the attention of any wild boar. That was simply wonderful!
What was more, this little cabbage he had nurtured had not only developed perfectly, but was also improving at an astonishing pace. If he declared that the Nakiri Family had a worthy successor, who would dare object?
The only slight problem was that he was feeling rather embarrassed. He had misjudged the situation—but could he be blamed? Chefs imbued their dishes with their feelings, and those feelings had to come from experiences they had personally undergone. For instance, if a chef imbued a dish with maternal love, then that chef must surely have had a mother who loved him dearly...
Those were the established rules of the culinary world!
It was precisely because of those rules that, upon tasting the yearning and reluctance to part in Erina's Cooking, Senzaemon had mistakenly assumed that his precious granddaughter had experienced a failed romance. Was that really wrong?
If even that was wrong, then the one at fault was certainly not him, but the world!
The problem was, although the world was clearly at fault,