How else could the restaurants under Yamabuki Chidori's name have stayed popular for centuries?
It was because the food people usually ate was just that awful!
Torture by His Own Sister
"All right, all right. Your family has a kitchen, doesn't it? Let me use it at noon, and I'll cook for you," Yamabuki Chidori said.
Chizome Souya took Yamabuki Chidori to the kitchen. Yamabuki Chidori found that it was well stocked; the cooks just weren't very good.
As he cooked, Yamabuki Chidori infused the food with his Reiatsu. It would help the siblings recover their strength faster and improve their physiques.
He had learned that trick from Kirimaru Tsukishima.
The only difference was that his body didn't change at all afterward. He had so much Reiatsu that cooking used it up more slowly than he replenished it.
For the young siblings, it was a revelation. They had never imagined food could be this elaborate.
"Souya, maybe we should ask Dad to hire a new cook," Chizome Tsubaki said with a sigh.
She suddenly turned to Yamabuki Chidori. "Could I learn to cook from you too?"
"Of course, if you want to. I'm not like those masters who hold back a trick or two when they teach. Whatever you want to learn, I'll teach you everything I know. How much you pick up depends on your talent," Yamabuki Chidori said.
It was like school.
Dozens of students sat in the same classroom with the same teacher, yet their grades could be worlds apart.
After lunch, Yamabuki Chidori took the two youngsters for a nap. By the time they woke, it was past two in the afternoon and their food had mostly digested. They got up and resumed training.
Chizome Souya's muscles had ached ever since the morning session, but that