My wife name is Erina Nakiri

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At his peak, Renz was not just a standout in this particular show, but also an undeniable leader during the dazzling "Era of Stars" twenty years later, where countless talents emerged and competed.

Being called the "Culinary King" was no joke. In that era, a large number of graduates from Totsuki Academy gradually began to shine.

Some, after accumulating experience and progress by returning to their family businesses and managing restaurants, started to pursue further development. Most people follow this path: from satisfying basic needs to pursuing desires. Once basic needs are met, it's time to seek honor. Totsuki Academy graduates, after a certain age, would attempt to compete for achievements in international competitions.

In that era, Renz had to find a way to break the deadlock for the God's Tongue. He pushed himself to research cuisine even harder, and competitions became his training ground. Each contest forced Renz to become better. It was in this cutthroat environment, as bright stars illuminated the culinary world, that Renz rose step by step to become the era's most brilliant contender.

Such a person never lacked confidence. Renz was very confident; it was this confidence that propelled him to greater excellence. He didn't deny the importance of humility, but knowing when to be humble was crucial.

This was not the time for humility. Renz desperately needed his mother-in-law's approval, as her endorsement was the key to getting past the Old Man. Erina was fine, but Renz didn't want the Old Man to have any objections to their relationship. If he didn't fight for himself, for his dignity, for his reputation, who else would give him a second glance?

Renz didn't hesitate. He filled in six maxed-out stats on the card. Such confidence surpassed Shinji Takahashi's imagination. He thought Renz would be more humble; he never expected him to max out all the stats. Shinji Takahashi quickly said, "The values you've filled in now aren't final. We still need to pass the preliminary round and discuss them with the judges before these card stats are used in the elimination round."

Shinji Takahashi's reminder was meant to tell Renz not to be too arrogant. If the judges and others corrected the data later, he would feel incredibly embarrassed after being so boastful.

"Let's fill them in like this for now, and we can correct them later," Renz said, unfazed. He knew his own strength and what level he was at.

Shinji Takahashi shook his head and said, "Alright. Also, take a look at this footage. Is it suitable?" Shinji Takahashi's computer displayed a screen.

"Honestly, you're quite handsome, kid," Shinji Takahashi commented, looking at the figure on the screen. Men rarely compliment other men's looks directly. If someone is truly handsome, they usually say things like, "He's indeed a bit handsome," or "He's almost as handsome as I am."

"It's fine," Renz said, having no desire to discuss such digressions. He focused on the footage.

The footage showed Renz preparing a porcupinefish, with several close-ups and multi-angle shots of his hands.

There were top-down, side, and bird's-eye views. During the process, the right side of the screen displayed special effects with red and black text:

[Deheading X1]

[Skinning X1]

[Precise Cutting X1, X2, X3]

Every action was accompanied by a step-by-step prompt board, which looked quite cool, like the data constantly popping up after each successful key press in a rhythm game.

"Here's a segment where you were questioned, and then our judges' rebuttal. Take a look," Shinji Takahashi continued. "If it's not suitable, we can consider changing the footage."

Some contestants disliked having controversial content on screen, as it could easily lead to discussion and verbal attacks from some people. Those who didn't like to show off and cared deeply about their reputation were very particular about this. If the production team's editing was poor, it was easy for things to be taken out of context.

"You can handle this yourselves. I'm not a professional in this field," Renz said, rolling his eyes. He was an outsider; why would he point fingers at an insider? All he needed to do was showcase his abilities.

"Oh, so you mean it's fine?" Shinji Takahashi nodded.

"Then once the full edit is ready, you can come over and take a look."

"No need," Renz shook his head. Participating in this competition was merely to satisfy his mother-in-law's God's Tongue and gain further recognition. How outsiders viewed him was irrelevant. Talented individuals, without the need for verbose explanations, shine brightly in others' eyes.

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back." Renz was too lazy to continue discussing. This wasn't his job. Going back and having another round of game time with Erina was paramount.

Turning around, his destination was the hotel, forward! The moment Renz walked out of the office, he saw an old man, tall as a tower, slowly walking toward another office. Seemingly noticing Renz, he strolled leisurely over and stood before Renz, stroking his beard, and squinting his eyes as he said, "You rascal, it's been a while."

Senzaemon Nakiri appeared before him at a time and place Renz hadn't expected. Wasn't the Old Man not supposed to be part of the "Underground Chefs" show?

"We just met a few days ago, so 'it's been a while' probably doesn't apply," Renz said, a chill running down his spine. A sense of crisis welled up within him. The Old Man's sudden arrival at this time meant he most likely had received some information and wanted to talk.

"Come with me," Senzaemon Nakiri said meaningfully. He waved his hand to the person accompanying him and said, "We'll discuss the guest collaboration later. I need to talk to a young friend about a big life matter."

"Oh, alright, Mr. Nakiri, please go ahead." The other person, seeing the situation, respectfully retreated into the office.

Senzaemon Nakiri glanced at Renz. "Let's find a quiet place to talk about... your relationship with Erina... living with Erina... and marrying Erina." As he spoke the last part, Senzaemon Nakiri's voice grew colder. He already knows about the marriage? Renz realized that the hole he had dug would eventually be discovered, but he never expected the Old Man to be so astute, detecting it so quickly.

Renz silently followed Senzaemon Nakiri to a place resembling a pavilion or resting area. Once they arrived, neither spoke, just silently stared at each other. This was the first confrontation between a grandfather and his prospective grandson-in-law.

After nearly a minute of silence, Senzaemon Nakiri's first question was like a sharp knife piercing Renz's gut.

"Would you care to tell me about the process of your relationship? Your plans, your future intentions... and the extent of your determination to sacrifice for Erina?"

"And whether you have the willingness to marry into the Nakiri family," Senzaemon Nakiri said blandly.

The pressure slowly, incrementally, bore down on Renz.

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