Jan's thoughts
By Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: Shinji Saijyo owns the characters. Not me.
Stupid asshole Otani. He gave then ten points to Kiriko the ten points to spite me.
Stupid bastard judges who combined their points and gave then to Kiriko.
Cooking is about competition!
The "cooking is about heart" philosophy is shit. Few people actually have hearts. They have lust, greed and stupidity. That's what made my blood eggs so special! They revealed people's true selves! That is what makes Akiyama's magic so special.
It reveals people as masses of lust and greed-the true intimate selves of almost all people!
No, it is not a pleasant revelation. But it's true, very true.
People hat e me because I reveal that message. Don't kill the messenger just because he delivers an unpleasant truth!
I don't know much about that chick Celine's philosophy, nor do I care. Whatever it is, it must be a pretty stupid one, because she only got ten points from the judges and thirteen points from the audience.
But out all the stupid philosophies I'm heard in this competition, Kiriko's is the stupidest. Putting your "heart" into a dish doesn't make it good. Over thousands, no millions, of amateurs over the world put their "hearts" into their passions and they still suck. The customers we serve are just greedy pigs. Why would you want to put any emotion into cooking for them!
I know the truth; our customers don't give a shit about us besides what we can cook for them.
Kiiriko's philosophy is sentimental shit. Sentiment doesn't get anyone, anywhere.
I know from experience. I will never admit this to anyone (I'm only admitted it to myself just now.) that I chose knife-shaved noodles because it was one of the few dishes in where my grandfather didn't beat it into me. One of the few dishes in where I didn't get any new physical or emotional scars. Sad, but true.
I glare once more at Tokyo Dome before leaving. Stupid dome full of stupid people.
Stupid people who award personality rather then skill.
"Heeeey Jan!" Okonogi unexpectedly beckons me. Despite everything, I'm glad to see him. He's one of the few people who probably aren't a mass of lust underneath.
He probably the same on the inside as he is on the out side –clumsy, kind of dumb, but overall pleasant to be around.
He makes some dumb remarks. I tell him to shut up.
We hear screams and shouts. A crowd is clumsily trying to catch pigeons to make their own blood egg dish.
They are not getting ingredients to make "San Duan Xi Gua Zhong "(Kiriko's dish) or "Gu Xue Ju Bu Xun" (Celine's dessert), but blood eggs. My dessert.
I feel a certain smug satisfaction in knowing that this would piss Kiriko off.
Perhaps the competition hasn't been a total waste after all.