"It's a shame I couldn't become your head chef, but being a Michelin judge is close enough, isn't it?"
"It is." Yan Huan nodded slightly.
The little fairies of the Lost Illusionary Realm had never eaten anything particularly fine, so even a salad thrown together with so little effort tasted good to them.
Castorice was different. She had come from outside, after all, and had eaten more good dishes than the fairies had eaten grass.
There was nothing wrong with her becoming a judge.
"I look forward to tasting the dishes you all prepare at future food reviews..."
After the restaurant earned one Michelin star, Kryudera arranged for it to be renovated.
Since the village chief's godson was doing especially well at the restaurant, the village granted Yan Huan extra funds for the work.
Early the next morning, Phainon stood on a platform assembled from tables and chairs, decorating the restaurant's signboard.
After working at it for ages, he lowered his hands.
"...Something looks off."
Behind him, Kryudera and Tribbie stood together on the ground, quietly watching.
Seeing Phainon struggle, Tribbie called out:
"Xiao Bai, let us take a look!"
"Hmm, move it a little to the left. Yes, further left!"
Phainon raised his hands and adjusted the signboard again. "How about now?"
Kryudera folded her arms. "Hmph. To me, it's clearly too far left."
"The center of the design doesn't line up with the doorframe, and the edge sticks out too far. It should go right."
"No, no!" Tribbie shook her head. "Little Caesar may have a big temper, but her eyesight isn't great. It should go left!"
"..." Phainon was at a loss for words.
Kryudera said calmly:
"Duke Destiny, your viewpoint is too low."
"If you stood higher, you'd clearly see that right is the correct