The first batch of skewers was grilled to a golden brown and glistening with oil, with crystal-clear meat juices still clinging between the muscle fibers.
Haruto raised his hand and handed the skewers to the young man waiting eagerly at the front.
After taking the skewers, the young man couldn’t wait to take a bite.
Immediately, his pupils constricted, and then a flush spread across his cheeks at a visible speed, even staining the tips of his ears.
A soft, uncontrollable moan escaped his throat, his voice incredibly weak and filled with an indescribable, charming innocence.
This made the people waiting in line around him even more restless with anticipation.
Haruto ignored this, turned around, and pulled out more skewers, preparing to continue grilling.
Just then, a slightly hurried sound of footsteps approached.
Haruto lifted his eyelids, his gaze falling on the newcomer.
It was a middle-aged man in a suit, his hair combed meticulously, though thin beads of sweat were on his forehead, clearly from the rush of squeezing through the crowd.
Haruto had a vague impression of this man; he seemed to be the customer who had bought the last few skewers yesterday.
“Little boss, excuse me for the intrusion.”
The middle-aged man bowed slightly, keeping his posture very low, his tone full of respect.
While speaking, the middle-aged man pulled out a gold-embossed business card from his inner suit pocket and handed it to Haruto with both hands before introducing himself.
“I am Mito Kazuya, the manager of the procurement department at Mito Meat.”
“We at Mito Meat are sincerely interested in purchasing the type of meat you use, sir. I wonder if you would be interested in discussing a partnership with us?”
…Mito Kazuya’s heart was pounding wildly.
He was terrified that Haruto would refuse.
Yesterday, he had bought a few skewers to take back to the company, thinking the meat on the skewers was just very interesting.
But who could have guessed that the test results would be so unexpected.
The quality far exceeded top-tier A5 Wagyu, and the nutritional value was several times that of beef.
Yet it wasn’t beef, nor was it mutton.
The fiber structure was very peculiar; they could only determine it was the meat of some kind of large animal.
Mito Meat was a leading enterprise in the beef industry, but they also dealt in other meats.
How could they pass up such a top-tier ingredient?
If they could purchase this meat, they could use it to open up various connections.
Haruto’s movements paused, and he looked down at the business card with the gold-embossed title.
Sell the Regal Mammoth meat directly?
Haruto had never had this thought before.
Setting up this barbecue stall was just to make some quick cash and settle down first.
But Mito Kazuya’s proposal wasn’t something he couldn’t try.
Since it was meant to be sold anyway, there wasn’t much difference to him between selling it directly or as skewers.
Of course, the prerequisite was that the price could not be low.
This was the meat of a Regal Mammoth; in this ordinary world, even the most top-tier ingredients couldn’t compare.
Haruto casually stuffed the business card into his pocket and looked up at the eager Mito Kazuya.
“Wait until I finish selling the meat in my hand, then we’ll talk.”
Even though he was already interested, things had to be done properly from start to finish.
He couldn’t just leave these customers, who had been waiting in line for so long, hanging for the sake of a business deal…
Hearing this, Mito Kazuya was about to say something like ‘I can take it all,’ as they needed a large quantity and wouldn’t mind a bit more.
But before the words could leave his mouth, Mito Kazuya suddenly shivered.
He subconsciously turned around and met the gazes of the people in line behind him.
Every pair of eyes was filled with undisguised ‘hostility’.
Mito Kazuya immediately fell silent, forced a sheepish smile, and nodded repeatedly.
“Yes, yes, yes, the little boss is right. We’ll talk after you’re finished.”
Saying this, Mito Kazuya tactfully stepped aside.
He felt that if he dared to say he’d take it all, someone would definitely be willing to treat him to a fist.
Haruto ignored Mito Kazuya and returned his attention to the grill.
The skewers were flipped, fat dripped, and the charcoal fire flared up with higher flames, the aroma of the meat becoming even more soul-stirring.
But before this batch of skewers was finished, a significant commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd.
“Isn’t that… Owner Jouichirou from Restaurant Yukihira? Why is he here?”
“Owner Jouichirou’s culinary skills are incredibly impressive.”
“Yeah, Yukihira Soma is here too.”
“Do they also want to try the little boss’s skewers?”
“…”
When Haruto heard the crowd’s discussion, his movements suddenly jerked, and the skewers nearly slipped from his fingers.
He looked up abruptly, followed the crowd’s gaze, and then saw two ‘acquaintances’ walking over.
The man walking in front wore simple cooking clothes, had a tall and straight figure, long deep-red hair, and a hint of casualness in his eyes. This chapter was copied from novelping(.)com without permission.
However, Haruto knew that this was the man known as the ‘Shura’ of the culinary world—Joichiro Yukihira.
And the boy following behind Joichiro Yukihira, with short red hair and a scar over his left eyebrow, was none other than Yukihira Soma…
Haruto’s pupils constricted sharply, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, and the blood in his entire body seemed to freeze for a moment.
Ridiculous, this is too ridiculous.
Traveling to a foreign land was already inconceivable enough.
But he never expected that it wasn’t just a different country, but directly… a different world!
Joichiro Yukihira, Yukihira Soma… this is clearly the Food Wars!
World!
Haruto finally understood why those people who ate his skewers earlier showed that almost ‘drugged’ expression of intoxication.
This was the specialty of the Food Wars!
World!
Haruto’s thoughts were a mess.
On the other side, Joichiro Yukihira had already walked over with Yukihira Soma.
In fact, even before getting close, that incredibly rich meat aroma had already piqued Joichiro Yukihira’s intense interest.
As a top chef, he had tasted countless top-tier ingredients.
But he had never smelled such a soul-stirring meat aroma.
The fragrance held a wild, vigorous vitality, yet it was blended with a perfect softness, like a cool breeze in the mountains or a sunset on the plains, with layers so rich it was staggering.
Upon getting closer, Joichiro Yukihira saw the skewers on the grill clearly, and his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Relying on his sensitivity to ingredients.
Just by looking at the texture of the meat and the unique fragrance he had smelled earlier, Joichiro Yukihira could conclude that he had never seen this kind of meat before!
The distribution of fat was a perfection that even the highest-grade Wagyu could only dream of.
The muscle texture carried a delicacy and chewiness never seen before.
A completely unknown ingredient made even Joichiro Yukihira excited.
He was truly curious about what kind of meat this was.
Yukihira Soma, standing beside Joichiro Yukihira, widened his eyes, his nose twitching slightly as he muttered to himself.
“It smells so good… it’s not beef, and it’s not pork… I wonder what it tastes like?”