A/N: This chapter will focus on the time before she entered Totsuki! So there are no canon characters mentioned yet but there will be some mentions on the succeeding chapters! The next chapter will be the Entrance Exam, so I hope you're ready for it! Also take note this focuses on the 91st generation- the following people will definitely appear in the story: Eizan Etsuya, Satoshi Isshiki, Nene Kinokuni, Terunori Kuga and so on and so forth!
Thank you for actually giving a chance for this story! And I hope you enjoy!
The fragrance of herbs and spices spread around the eatery loaded up with customers. It was amazing that there were so many people inside the restaurant and each table was loaded up with upbeat individuals who'd love to have a toast on a table or talk with the biggest grins all on their faces.
Possibly this was what this little spot did to their patrons- it satisfied them and make them content with each chomp they take... However, they never got tired of the flavors that they were able to experience.
Regardless of whether the kitchen was right now hectic with certain individuals going in and out the entryways in best speed, they were still able to manage the entire eatery. In the event that the ringer rang once, it implied the time had come to serve sustenance to someone else. Assuming twice, at that point there was another dish that should be prepared.
It may have been an exceptionally bustling night, yet it was no inconvenience.
A female with long dark colored hair opened the door and there was a grin present all over and a certain flash sparked in her eyes. "Masae Milas, prepared to serve!"
A few people turned and they couldn't lie to themselves. They perceived her by her voice right away. Obviously they would! It wouldn't be difficult to recollect whether you were a daily customer.
She chose to go around and settle a few plates down on tables, and she'd draw out a little notebook and pen each time somebody needed to order more food. It was a standard thing inside the place and she was so used to each and every single moment of it.
Did she enjoy? Obviously, she did. She constantly imagined about being the best Greek gourmet expert in Japan-yet there was one stage she ought to experience before thinking about that she was the best. It was to beat her father. Her deep rooted instructor, and one of her most prominent companions.
He was a culinary expert that had the capacity to move on from a notable school in Japan. Regardless of whether along these lines, he chose to live back in his country for a minute with his wife and children. He was an outstanding chef in Greece, yet in the wake of moving to Japan- he needed to attempt and recapture popularity once more.
He began basic, he began little, he made his very own diner! He was worried about the possibility that that it wouldn't be a hit in Japan, yet... There were many individuals who really began to look all starry eyed at his cooking. It was something new in Japan, maybe he was a flavor that was added to a dish! Another taste equivalents to individuals' interests. Perhaps moving wasn't so terrible after all?
To be reasonable, he never truly must be afraid financially as far back as his better half proceeded with her privately-run company. He was a daring individual, and it went shockingly well. He even shown one of his little girls how to cook, and he knew well that it was her fantasy to beat him. He felt terribly excited for the day when she does.
"Masae, serve this to table 4."
"Okay."
"Also, this to table 17."
"Understood."
"Also, " Before her dad could give her another plate, he spotted somebody getting the plate from him and leaving the kitchen. "I was showing her how to perform multiple tasks! She will be the new head chef of this spot once she graduates!" Before he could step to one of his "employees" to recover the plate, his daughter ceased him by going before him.
"No need to worry. You should already realize I'll have the capabilities to do it without anyone else's help on the off chance that he didn't get it from you." She giggled delicately before she pushed the door again with her foot. "You don't have to prepare me for it. I'm setting off to that school you experienced soon. I trust that you believe in me enough." With this, the young lady left the kitchen by and by to serve dishes to more of their customers and her dad stopped for two or three seconds before giving a smile.
"Heh. You truly resemble me, huh?"
He started to return to cooking, and his head was suddenly overwhelmed by a single question that came in his mind... Will his girl be content with Totsuki? He slapped himself on the cheek once he understood he was not focused on the dish that he was currently making. That shouldn't be his principle stress now- he must make sure the kitchen won't get set on fire as a result of losing his focus.
When the clock hit 10:00PM, each individual who was working started helping in tidying the spot up. They would in every case near to this time, and whatever is left of the prior hours midnight was for cleanup or for preparation to sleep.
"It's tomorrow, Masae. I hope your remember." Her dad brought this up while cleaning the dishes with a towel. "It's a prestigious school loaded up with rich teenagers all over the place, They all have their very own specialty and it'd be difficult to adapt to them."
"Not so new, I can deal with it. The main difference is that my main objective is to cook, nothing else." Masae brought up and she placed the plates back in the drawers where they belonged. "Indeed, I'm from a humble background that offers Greek dishes, and the "Dish of the Day"is a dish from a different cuisine and it comes in changes every day but I have to prove to them that what a person can do doesn't come from where they're from." Her voice got rather soft when she kept on talking. "And by the chance that they speak badly about the diner that my Papa developed, I will need to prove them wrong."
"That's my girl." He laughed, somewhat entertained by her response. "Be that as it may, regardless of whether they ridicule you, you should in any case talk up. You generally defend others but you do not defend yourself. Ideally you'll recover some self esteem by being there. It may influence you to understand that you're actually superior compared to how you think of yourself."
"I'll attempt, Papa." She reacts. "Emphasis on attempt. I've never looked at myself that greatly ever since that incident, but I do know I still want to beat you despite it." She grinned slightly, attempting to reassure her dad. "At least I have some of that burning in me until now!"
This was one reason why Totsuki was a 50-50 for her. She could gain more confidence if she saw that she could match people in famous restaurant. The other side of the coin is if she were teased by growing up in a diner, it might not end up so well.
"Despite everything you still have it." Her dad expressed. "So guarantee me you won't let anybody quench it until the end of time. Okay?"
"No guarantees, yet I'll do my best to keep your wishes!"
"Great. You better." Her dad gave her the last plate. "Presently, you need to spare your energy for your entrance test for tomorrow. You'll most likely have somebody from the Elite Ten judge you... Or on the other hand perhaps somebody from the alumni... I sincerely don't have a certain idea about the subtleties now, however good luck. I know you can do it."
"It's not I can do it."
"Hm?
"It's that I will do it." She started leaving, however without thinking back-she expressed the words that would warm every father's heart. "Since I've been taught by the best father on the planet." She proceeded to the area where the customers ate to glance around and check if there were any messes left.
Without himself noticing, a few tears started streaming down his cheeks. Presently he knew the sentiment of each dad once their kid chose to have a hue step in life. It was heartwarming. Inspiring, even.
Before he got the opportunity to rush in tears, his younger daughter tossed him a roll of tissue. "Dad, spare your tears for tomorrow. You'll be crying for three hours."
The following morning came, and before the family could really make an extraordinary gathering for her-she was spotted in the dining area, as of now putting their morning meal on spot. "Hello!"
"Masae, you truly destroyed our surprise party for you since you got up first." One of her cousins expressed before murmuring and pushing up his glasses. His pink eyes glazing at her then at the breakfast before them. "I can't believe you woke up first to make us breakfast and-"
"SURPRISE" A female who has comparable attributes to the male would end up utilizing the party poppers regardless of it not being a "shock" any longer. "Apologies, I needed to. Can't squander some great old party poppers made with recycled materials."
The female who was already done with her preparation only laughed before nodding her head. "Don't worry! I appreciate the thought!" She really did appreciate and they ended up all seating down on their designated seats.
"So what's the dish for the morning, Masae?" Her mother inquired. She was often not at home since she was a buy person however she filed a leave to see her daughter before she left to go to her dream school as a chef in Japan.
"Pites!" She exhibited them to the principal feast they would have throughout the morning. "So whatever is inside will be a surprise!" She had the capacity to conceal the element of every pie with the outside layer. When they open it up with their fork or even take a chomp of it- they'll, in a split second, comprehend what was inside. Every pie had coordinating structures and it had the capability to show such creativity even with simple flowers and a touch of carvings to reveal the obscure ingredients so whoever consumes the food made can give a little theory on what's inside.
"Savory Pies. A great dish that can be available in various types of cuisines... Great decision!" Her dad grabbed his fork and peered toward his first child. "Even hiding secrets in a simple way." He was the first to have an essence of her pie, and he felt his taste buds move in the blended flavors of the pie. "As expected from my daughter."
He had the inclination that he was back in Greece once more, and a few recollections showed up in his mind. Obviously memories would come in the event since she made such a traditional and all around enjoyed dish in the nation he lived in for quite a long while. He felt as if he was at home.
Each person in the room watched the response of the oldest individual who was in the house and after he gulped, he would end up having another bite. He couldn't prevent himself from eating. Each nibble influenced him to recall a little memory from his adolescence, and it went on from there. The dish was genuinely stunning.
It brought back the occasions where he was still there in his motherland.
"Tiropita, I am guessing through uncle's response."
"No doubt about it!" She nodded her head. "It's the traditional Greek Feta Cheese Pie." She grinned and he tuned in to her clarification. "It's nothing that new to Saniya, Mama, Papa or I-however I'm guessing you never had it before!"
"Never. It's very unbelievable if I say so myself. I live with you all but then I haven't had this yet." He was watching the rest eat their meals while giving a few remarks all over. As said by them, it was prepared superbly and it borught out the best of all the ingredients. "I should probably allow myself to have a try."
"Please tell me how it is once you do! If there are things to improve on, inform me as well!"
When he took a bite, he promptly knew why it was such a renowned dish in Greece. Its flavor was astounding and it was exceptionally fulfilling. Eating just a one little piece was sufficient for him to long for more. "The peta mixes so well with the phyllo that it's astounding... It's so coordinated that it makes me want to eat more... If I were a client, I'd request another round of this dish even if I haven't completed this one yet."
"Is there something else?"
"The olive oil was used perfectly, it made the dish look more presentable because it was placed so well together. You did it so greatly. If it were a normal chef, they wouldn't make a simple dish to an extravagant one and make it look this presentable. You're ready."
Masae ended up hugging her cousin and he jumped a bit out of surprise, but his first reaction was to pet her head and ruffle her hair. "Thank you so much!"
After some time, they all completed and the time had come to bid a fond farewell to Masae. There were a few words that were said to her by every person and she nearly wound up crying. Everything ended up with embraces and little kisses on the cheeks or heads before they waved at her.
She swore on her life...
That she's going to graduate from Totsuki.