"What's different about it!"
Koga Shoji fell into a monologue.
The lined-up club members glanced at the plate of Mapo Tofu on the table and then at the other ten dishes on another table that had hardly been touched, their Adam's apples moving hard!
It was different!
It wasn't just the scent that seemed to trap everyone like a giant net, even the color and temperament of the dish had evolved and changed!
It made sense, though.
After all, the previous ten dishes were cooked by the junior club members, but the Mapo Tofu before them now shone with color, aroma, and taste, a treasure created by Koga Shoji himself.
In simple terms, the dish had been endowed with a chef's unique traits.
The crowd gathered around in unison.
