When Liu Ming paid the bill, the waitress saw the untouched dishes on the table and immediately noticed that they hadn't been touched at all. Her expression clearly changed.
She used the opportunity of the bill to inform the lobby manager.
"Two guests, is there anything we haven't done well?" the lobby manager asked with a smile, looking at the two.
"No, is something wrong?" Liu Ming asked curiously.
"I just saw that the dishes of our guests haven't been touched much, so I came over to ask if there's anything we didn't do well here."
"No, that's not the case. It's just our personal reasons, so you don't need to worry about it." Liu Ming certainly couldn't tell the truth, otherwise, it would be too embarrassing for them.
However, he seemed to have forgotten that there was another person here, no, a dragon.
"Hmph, the dishes you make here are too unpalatable. How can anyone eat them?" Tohru said with an unhappy expression.
To make a dragon go hungry! If Liu Ming wasn't here, she would have wanted to turn this place into a fiery hell.
"Hehe," Liu Ming laughed awkwardly, then chopped Tohru on the head with a hand chop.
"She's a bit blunt when she speaks, so please don't mind her. Anyway, the reason doesn't matter at all, and I've paid the money, haven't I?" Liu Ming chuckled.
"Who said our Hojo Restaurant's food isn't good?" At this moment, an irritable voice came over.
The person who came was a young girl wearing a fiery red cheongsam. The slit in her skirt almost reached her thigh, which was quite daring.
Liu Ming's eyebrows twitched; he recognized this woman.
Hojo Miyoko, a Tootsuki student from Tadokoro Megumi's class, specialized in Chinese Cuisine.
"You're the one who said the food at our Hojo Restaurant isn't good!" Hojo Miyoko had intended to look down on Liu Ming to create a sense of pressure, but Liu Ming, being 1.85 meters tall, clearly wasn't someone she, at less than 1.7 meters, could look down on.
Instead of looking down, she ended up looking up, and her imposing aura was immediately reversed.
"So what if I said it? Do you want to fight?" Tohru couldn't just watch Liu Ming be bullied; she straightened her back, her expression turning a little dangerous.
"Miss, why did you come out?" The lobby manager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Someone said our food was bad, how could I not come out?" Hojo Miyoko said angrily.
"The dishes are right here; you can taste them yourselves." Liu Ming didn't intend to continue arguing, as it was completely pointless.
He held Tohru back; he was genuinely afraid she might explode.
"Hmph," Hojo Miyoko snorted heavily. She thought to herself that she needed to teach these two a good lesson. But when she saw the dishes on the table, her expression involuntarily changed.
"Hmph hmph, see? We weren't lying; the dishes you made really aren't good." Tohru noticed Hojo Miyoko's change and couldn't help but show a triumphant expression.
"You…" Hojo Miyoko wanted to retort, but couldn't.
She picked up a pair of clean chopsticks and carefully picked up a piece of diced chicken.
As the chicken entered her mouth, her expression wrinkled even further. The diced chicken was overcooked and yellow, completely lacking in texture—simply unappetizing and unappealing.
"We've already paid; we can leave now, right?" Liu Ming said, and without waiting for a reply, he pulled Tohru towards the door.
"Wait." Hojo Miyoko quickly ran in front of them, blocking their path.
"Please give me a chance; I can definitely make food that will satisfy you," Hojo Miyoko said with a serious expression.
"There's no need; we're in a hurry." Liu Ming flatly refused.
"There is absolutely a need. Letting guests leave on an empty stomach is a disgrace to Hojo Restaurant, and I will never allow such a thing to happen," Hojo Miyoko said sternly.
Liu Ming scratched his head helplessly. Hojo Miyoko's current skill was probably on par with Tadokoro Megumi's when she was serious.
Even so, it wouldn't be enough to satisfy his palate.
But looking at her expression, if he didn't let her re-cook, she definitely wouldn't let them leave easily.
This was troublesome.
"Grrr," Tohru's stomach suddenly rumbled.
"Xiao Ming, I'm hungry." Tohru looked at Liu Ming with a pitiful expression.
"Can we borrow your kitchen? Don't let my appearance fool you; I'm actually a chef too." Liu Ming had originally planned to make food when they reached the primeval forest, but it seemed Tohru couldn't wait.
"This…" Hojo Miyoko hesitated. The kitchen was an important place; how could she just let strangers in?
"Alright, but I need to watch," Hojo Miyoko finally agreed. She wanted to see what made this person so confident.