Sogo Doma had always spoken with facts. If he lacked factual grounds, he would find a way to turn what he said into fact. He never faked anything—he truly spoke with "facts."
Of course, when it came to judging the Nakiri family, Sogo Doma had not needed to do anything himself...
Whether it was eating a meal until their clothes burst apart in a literal sense, leaving them half-naked; eating a meal until they became eloquent and endlessly talkative, achieving a spiritual sense of clothes bursting apart; or eating a meal until their heads were filled with hallucinations and they let out involuntary moans...
No matter how one looked at it, describing them as having sensitive constitutions was not an exaggeration at all—although there were quite a few people in this world with sensitive constitutions, and they often had something to do with the culinary world...
Because of that, Sogo Doma had once wondered whether only people with sensitive constitutions could go far in the culinary arts. His useless little sister, for instance—no matter how much delicious food he fed her, all she ever did was:
"Mm! Onii-chan, this is so good..."
"Onii-chan, not bad. Remember to bring back some chips when you come home..."
"Onii-chan, did you forget to buy cola today!?"
If his theory—that the more sensitive one's constitution, the greater one's culinary talent—was correct, then his little sister truly was a hopeless failure at cooking. As expected of his useless little sister!
Incidentally, Sogo Doma had an inexplicable confidence in his theory, because he had evidence—although he always called his little sister useless, he actually had an equally inexplicable confidence in her talents. That little sister of his was a tiny genius who could learn anything after seeing it once...
Yet when it came to learning