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Honestly, the work Renz was about to challenge was something he hadn't really tried himself. It was a sudden idea, a flash of inspiration, after considering the artistic aspect.
The difficulty of such a sudden inspiration was undoubtedly high.
Creating a painting with cuisine, even a replica, was
difficult. It's worth noting that Renz's approach indeed maximized the aesthetic appeal of the finished dish.
However, all the pressure lay in the actual execution.
Using molecular gastronomy techniques to create a painting wasn't something you could just do. It required the application of all molecular gastronomy techniques:
Spherification, emulsification, gelation, smoking...
Renz almost looked at his phone, then made a step, looked
again, and made another step. He thought it would be easy, but the actual operation brought an unprecedented level of difficulty to Renz.
To be fair, Renz had learned to draw, but he learned to draw so he could sketch Erina. However, when it came to replicating famous paintings, his framework and thinking couldn't quite keep up.
Either the facial features had slight differences, looking distorted, or the effect was far from that of the famous painting.
It was like trying to draw a tiger but ending up with a dog.
His main idea was to leverage the effect of famous artworks to achieve the peak of molecular gastronomy techniques, but Renz completely overestimated his own abilities.
He couldn't replicate the famous painting; what he drew didn't look like it.
When the finished product Molecular Cuisine: "Mona Lisa's Smile" appeared before Renz's eyes.
Renz stared at the somewhat stiff smile in the painting.
Creativity and impact were present initially, but it lacked the final decisive touch because the replication effect was still flawed.
No.
This dish wouldn't win.
Renz tore off the already drawn portrait on the rice paper, rolled the rice paper up, and threw it into the nearby trash can without a second thought.
Start over.
Draw "Mona Lisa's Smile" again.
Renz's second attempt followed the previous steps, slowly dotting the spherified small spheres one by one.
Redrawing "Mona Lisa," this time the smile was much better than the last, but it still wasn't the effect Renz wanted.
Still not good enough.
The work Renz wanted was one that would give others a sense of anticipation and immediately catch their eye.
In Renz's eyes, such a dish was still too ordinary.
His concept was sound.
Using edible thickened rice paper to create a canvas and drawing a famous painting on it both the artistic quality and the conceptual framework were excellent.
It was just a pity that Renz's drawing skills were too crude; after all, very few chefs would go to art school.
The only person he could draw well was Erina.
At this moment.
Renz's mind suddenly froze.
Why...
Why must he draw master painters' famous works? It was because famous master paintings inherently possessed a certain artistic quality, and he was transferring their artistry onto his own culinary works.
But in reality, his own concept, even without using those famous painters' works, couldn't be considered a very ordinary idea, could it?
The framework and creativity were definitely not wrong.
Renz was too focused on the artistic quality and emphasized the replication of famous paintings. Rather than replicating something that looked like nothing, it would be better to draw the person he was most skilled at drawing.
"Erina!" Renz's sudden exclamation attracted everyone's attention. "Would you mind standing in front of me?"
"General, this behavior, it's not cheating, is it?" Renz called out towards Senzaemon Nakiri.
"During a shokugeki, as long as there's no culinary communication, there's no problem," Senzaemon Nakiri said lightly.
Renz didn't call him 'Grandpa' but 'General' to avoid
suspicion.
And Erina, who hadn't moved before, slowly stood in front of Renz after Senzaemon Nakiri's approval.
She wanted Renz to win against Adria fairly and didn't want any misunderstandings from the other spectators, so she walked over without saying a word.
Erina, after all, was not a bashful girl. Even with
everyone's gaze fixed on her, her graceful figure showed no trace of nervousness. Instead, she stared at the dish in Renz's hands.
A painting?
Is he painting with molecular gastronomy techniques?
And Renz stared at Erina's face, looking up and down alternately. He concentrated, putting his full attention on Erina's face. Her delicate nose, fair forehead, all gleamed with sweat beads as if she had just had a sauna.
Her cheeks flushed with the color of an evening sunset.
That intense, wild gaze, focused entirely on her.
"No." Renz lowered his head, looking at the first portrait of Erina that was finished. He put it aside, not tossing it into the trash can as decisively as before.
Constant attempts wore out Renz's previously prepared raw ingredients for the dish. Renz had to re-create a batch of molecular gastronomy 'paints'.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes.
Thirty minutes.
Renz didn't know how many times he gave up, and how many times he tried again. Each time, he wanted a better, more splendid Erina, and each time he felt the previous one wasn't good enough.
When the thickened rice paper for the dish was almost used up, Renz stopped his movements.
"Okay... it's done." Renz looked at this portrait dish. He had poured all his heart into this painting, dedicating his best artistic skills to it.
His hands were somewhat numb.
He didn't know if he could win, but Renz had already used all the molecular gastronomy techniques he knew. He believed there were no problems with either the layering or the artistic structure.
As he reached out and sprayed some liquid onto the finished dish, a faint mist rose as it landed on the portrait. The Erina in the portrait looked lifelike, smiling beautifully like a blooming flower.
Renz, drawing from Erina's appearance, depicted the most beautiful and perfect Erina he could imagine using molecular gastronomy.
Her exquisite features, the most perfect curve of her lips, eyes that seemed to smile, makeup as if a layer of blush had been applied, she wore incredibly beautiful headwear and a luxurious and beautiful, ethereal 'kimono'.
This was far more beautiful than the so-called famous paintings Renz had drawn before, which were arguably unrecognizable.
"A very creative idea, but winning will be very difficult," Erina finally spoke, seeing that Renz had finished his dish.
Drawing a famous painting would greatly enhance the artistic quality of Renz's dish. Although it was a replica, and the artistry was borrowed from the lingering fame of established painters, it would be easier to win than by drawing 'Erina'.
"I think your smile is even more beautiful than the Mona Lisa's," Renz, however, said with a smile towards Erina.
"Besides, the Mona Lisa is Da Vinci's Mona Lisa, not my Mona Lisa."
"I can't draw it well, I can't create it, and I can't perfect it."
"You are my Erina, and only Erina's smile can I draw well."
Renz's gaze rested on Erina's face.
Her smile, indeed, was ten million times more beautiful
than the Mona Lisa's.
At least, that's what Renz believed.
Erina at this point lowered her head, blushing.
This is too sudden, isn't it? Why did he suddenly start saying these things?
And who... who taught him those sweet words?!!!
Wasn't he an absolute blockhead before?
This, this, this... he... I... ahhh!
Damn it.
Erina's heart felt as if thousands of fawns were running, tumbling and leaping within her.
She didn't know if it was joy or shyness.
In her chaotic inner world, Erina didn't know what she was thinking, nor how to respond. Her face was incredibly red.
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