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... ake the menu. Instead, he calmly looked into the eyes of the red-haired young man in front of him and asked lightly,

"The boss isn't around?"

"Huh? Oh, you're here to see my dad? He's in the kitchen, busy right now," the young man replied, a bit surprised.

Shiro nodded.

"Good. Then give us two servings of fried rice—make sure the boss is the one cooking."

That red-haired boy was none other than Sōma Yukihira, the future star chef from Tōtsuki Culinary Acad ...

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