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Outside Hachiko Private Academy, in a bustling part of Tokyo, Mana Nakiri lay languidly on the bed in a luxurious hotel suite, her face impassive. On the table, a hotel-prepared lunch sat untouched. In her eyes, such seemingly exquisite dishes, once stripped of their alluring facade, were nothing more than "pig’s slop."

She looked at the message on her phone. The production team of the "Midnight Chef" program was officially preparing for filming. Though it was dubbed a carnival for underground chefs, many renowned chefs from both Japan and abroad were invited to attract a larger audience.

Mana Nakiri’s attention, however, was drawn to another list: the names of civilian chefs whom the director had personally invited from distant lands. The culinary world wasn’t universally connected. For instance, the Japanese culinary world didn’t quite mesh with the French culinary world, but it tended to align more easily with Chinese cuisine.

However, sometimes, those well-known in the Chinese culinary world weren’t as recognized in Japan, which was a matter of information asymmetry. Some individuals weren’t yet famous enough to extend their reputation abroad or break into mainstream recognition.

Primarily, there wasn’t a global culinary consensus; cultural differences between regions were significant. Mana Nakiri was interested in the "Midnight Chef" program precisely because it had managed to invite foreign civilian chefs. This was something even she, Mana Nakiri, hadn’t been able to achieve.

Indeed, Mana Nakiri was highly renowned, the previous holder of the God’s Tongue. Yet, the competitions she organized found it difficult to attract such individuals. This was because competitions required specific qualifications.

The more orthodox the competition, the more complex the procedures, which meant that only those from the most legitimate culinary institutions could participate. Civilian chefs, without proper backing and existing only within their local communities, had no opportunity to enter such high-level competitions. Variety shows and food programs, conversely, found it easier to invite them.

Mana Nakiri had grown tired of the so-called gourmet dishes prepared by "geniuses" from formal institutions. She longed to taste other flavors to satisfy her tongue and to find new solutions to the problems associated with the God’s Tongue. This was the purpose of her trip.

"Hmm?" Mana Nakiri picked up her phone. The caller ID showed her father, Senzaemon Nakiri. She instinctively thought of hanging up but decided to answer.

"I heard you’ve come to Japan?" Senzaemon Nakiri’s tone wasn’t good. Mana Nakiri bore significant responsibility for "abandoning" Erina. If Mana Nakiri hadn’t left and had remained by Erina’s side, she could have stopped Azami Nakiri’s actions. It was precisely because Mana Nakiri chose to leave after learning Erina had the God’s Tongue that Azami Nakiri’s ideas were amplified.

"Yes, Father, is there something you need?" Mana Nakiri seemed to ignore Senzaemon Nakiri’s tone and went straight to the point.

"Aren’t you going to see Erina?" Senzaemon Nakiri asked quietly.

"That child is very strong," Mana Nakiri said. "Besides, Father, haven’t you taken good care of her?" Mana Nakiri wasn’t surprised that Senzaemon Nakiri knew she was back in Japan. With the Nakiri family’s network of connections, some things couldn’t be hidden.

"Taken good care of her?" Senzaemon Nakiri let out a bitter laugh. Taken good care of her? Would Erina be dating someone at 17? And with such unwavering determination?

After seeing the information his friend provided, Senzaemon Nakiri’s initial reaction was anger—a profound anger from the depths of his soul. Because that brat named Renz was married. At that moment, Senzaemon Nakiri could barely describe his emotions; he wanted to grab a gun and shoot the guy. You, a married brat, dare to be in a relationship with my precious granddaughter?

Then, Senzaemon Nakiri immediately realized a problem. Laws of every country were different. The legal marriage age in the Philippines and Japan were also different. However, if one married in Japan, generally Japanese law would apply, including sentencing for crimes committed in Japan.

Unless extradited back to their home country for legal sanctions, where the local criminal law would apply. Renz’s age didn’t comply with the law, but it did with Japanese law. Senzaemon Nakiri knew immediately where the marriage had taken place. Renz had clearly married in Japan.

So, who was the spouse? The visa was relatively new, only two months since he arrived in Japan. When Senzaemon Nakiri saw the name, he felt a bewildering sense of "drawing sword and looking around, heart lost."

Erina.

That’s right. That brat’s spouse was Erina. His beloved granddaughter had eloped with a brat without his knowledge. They had even signed the marriage certificate. At that time, Senzaemon Nakiri shed tears. He was angry, and he was hurt, but he wasn’t angry enough to really do anything to the guy, because this was Erina’s choice.

However, Senzaemon Nakiri now truly felt a sense of "animosity" towards his grandson-in-law, who had whisked Erina away without his knowledge. Given the chance, Senzaemon Nakiri wanted to give him a few "friendly punches from a heartbroken grandfather."

"Huh? What’s wrong?" Mana Nakiri was still very sensitive; she heard the unusual tone in the Old Man’s voice.

"Nothing, it’s just... Erina got married." Senzaemon Nakiri made this call to see his daughter’s reaction, to gauge whether Mana Nakiri truly cared about Erina’s affairs. On the other end of the phone, there was a sudden silence. This news exploded in Mana Nakiri’s mind like dynamite.

"Erina... got... got married?" Mana Nakiri was incredulous. How old is my daughter? And she’s already married?!

"That’s right, she got married. To a young chef named Renz. That brat’s cooking is quite good; he has the potential to soar," Senzaemon Nakiri didn’t deny Renz’s culinary ability. To deny Renz would be to deny his own judgment, his own tongue. In Renz, Senzaemon Nakiri saw the shadow of Joichiro Saiba.

"Re... Renz? Filipino?" Mana Nakiri heard the name, and a piece of information seemed to click in her mind. There was indeed a contestant named Renz in "Midnight Chef," and he was also Filipino. Could this Renz be the same Renz who married my daughter?

"What exactly happened?" Mana Nakiri asked again. "Why did Erina get married?" She had left Erina to find a way to resolve the drawbacks of the God’s Tongue, but after all these years, she hadn’t found a solution.

Her own God’s Tongue problem had worsened, nearing the brink of death, living day-to-day on nutrient fluids. If Erina married so early, what would happen to their married life if the God’s Tongue problem emerged? Turning into "her current state" would be terrible!

No! This cannot happen! Before the God’s Tongue problem is solved, Erina absolutely cannot get married!

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