After breaking up, my ex asked me to win her back-Chapter 202 - 201 Brawl Incident

"Mister Ohashi, this pork cutlet is still raw."

"Ah! I’m sorry, I will redo it immediately!"

"Classmate Kodama, a customer said the coffee you made was too bitter. Could I try it?"

"Sure."

"... Hmm, no problem, it’s the inherent aroma of the coffee beans; it’s probably because there isn’t enough sugar for the customer. Classmate Kodama, you’re quite skilled."

"Not at all, Classmate Kagura’s coffee is better, both in aroma and flavor. I can’t compare."

"That’s not true; you will surpass me eventually. Please, keep it up."

Kagura Hikaru was calm as he moved between the kitchen and the coffee machine, making coffee and dishes while also tasting the dishes about to be served, sending back those whose flavors were off for a redo. He even took care of the garnishing and plating himself.

Juggling four tasks at once, yet showing no sign of anxiety, he smoothly pushed out one delicious beverage and dish after another, with customer feedback that positively surprised everyone, boosting the morale of everyone in the kitchen.

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The chef’s job is to be the stabilizing force in the kitchen, ensuring that the dishes coming out meet the restaurant’s standards.

There are many types of chefs—some who scold harshly, some who are always smiling, and even those who do just enough to get by.

But Kagura Hikaru didn’t overly criticize others, nor did he always smile or do just enough; his suggestions were always spot-on, commend when deserved, and correct when needed.

Though he appeared unemotional, if he managed to do as much as others while making dishes that were even more delicious, he inevitably earned everyone’s respect.

Those with greater ability naturally deserved higher positions.

In a sense, since day one, Kagura Hikaru had completely dominated the kitchen.

Although, it was just a small area temporarily sectioned off from a classroom for the cultural festival, nominally called a ’kitchen’.

But with Kagura Hikaru there, any place seemed to shine brightly.

Miss Kohinata Motoyo, peering through the curtain at Kagura Hikaru’s working back, thought so from the bottom of her heart.

In the bustling kitchen, someone finally noticed Miss Kohinata Motoyo’s presence and asked in confusion, "Miss Kohinata? Do you have an order?"

"Yes." Miss Kohinata Motoyo smiled at the student who asked, then said to Kagura Hikaru, "Kagura, your parents are here. They’ve ordered two Blue Mountain coffees and a small cake. Do you want to make it yourself?"

"... Yes."

Kagura Hikaru thought for a moment, but ultimately didn’t ask Miss Kohinata Motoyo which ’mother’ she meant—whether his birth mother or his stepmother.

After some thought, it was clear. Miss Kohinata Motoyo had actually only met his stepmother. So, in this case, it could only refer to her.

Additionally, Kagura Hikaru’s birth mother was apparently overseas, touring. She had sent him a bunch of photos from abroad recently, so it was impossible for her to be at the Tokyo cultural festival.

By the way, those photos didn’t include a single selfie.

No wonder she was the parent whose interests matched his the closest; like him, she didn’t like including herself in photos.

About ten minutes later, Miss Kohinata Motoyo brought the coffee and small cake to Kagura’s parents’ table.

"Two cups of Blue Mountain Coffee and one small cake; sugar can be added freely." Miss Kohinata Motoyo carefully placed the coffee cups, sugar pot and cake on the table, stood up holding the tray, and said with a smile, "Aunt and uncle, please enjoy your meal slowly; all these are personally made by Classmate Kagura."

"Thank you, Miss Kohinata." The stepmother responded with a smile.

Kagura’s father skeptically picked up the coffee and sniffed it.

Hmm, at least it doesn’t smell bad.

"My dear, that’s quite rude!"

"..."

"Then, please enjoy your meal~"

Miss Kohinata Motoyo smiled and bowed, then went to greet the new customers.

As soon as she left, Kagura’s father turned his attention back to the coffee, with three parts anticipation and seven parts skepticism, picked up a sugar cube and tossed it into his cup, stirred it a bit, and then took a sip.

He almost scalded himself.

The freshly made coffee was a bit too hot, and the upper half of his lips turned red immediately upon contact, but the fragrant liquid smoothly ran over his tongue and slid down into his stomach.

Just one sip let Kagura’s father gauge the barista’s skills.

The unique acidity, bitterness, sweetness, and richness of the Blue Mountain Coffee perfectly blended together to form a strong, inviting, and elegant aroma.

It was delicious beyond expectation.

Truth be told, he wasn’t any professional coffee connoisseur, just an ordinary amateur who loved coffee and drank a bit more than the average person, occasionally dabbling in hand-grinding coffee beans at home.

As a classic type among coffees, Kagura’s father had naturally drunk plenty of Blue Mountain Coffee, from his own hand-ground beans at home to a cup worth 8000 yen at a well-known Tokyo coffee shop.

But the coffee he had at this modest culture festival today was not limited to just the Blue Mountain type—it was the best coffee he had ever tasted!

"Ah, this is really good." His stepmother took a light sip and was also astonished, her face lit up with admiration.

She turned her expectant gaze to the small cake wrapped in oil-absorbing paper, took a bite, and immediately her mouth was filled with the fluffy scent of bread. A happy expression appeared instantly, and she covered one cheek with her hand, "Mmm, I didn’t expect Mister Hikaru to have such skills."

His stepmother was about to take another bite when she looked up and saw her husband gazing eagerly at her, his face expressing a desire to speak yet caring about appearances. She couldn’t help but chuckle, "Honey, let me split it with you."

"I’m just curious, one bite is enough..."

"Don’t be shy, here."

His stepmother took a napkin, laid it out on the table, and tore half of the small cake onto it.

The couple began to eat along with their coffee.

Soon, they finished both the coffee and the cake.

"We need a bit more," his stepmother said patting her stomach signaling ’I want more’ and looked at her husband. Seeing no objection, she waved a waitress over and ordered some more dishes.

Seeing such a long queue outside the classroom, they felt it would be improper to stay too long. They finished their coffee and left, smiling broadly as they walked out.

Only at the school gate did they suddenly realize that they hadn’t seen Kagura Hikaru at all during their visit, having been too caught up in eating and drinking.

However, it wasn’t without its rewards, as they at least discovered that Kagura Hikaru had some surprising culinary skills.

After the culture festival was over and Kagura Hikaru was less busy, they definitely had to have him make dinner sometime.

The first day of the culture festival, Class 2A unsurprisingly earned the highest sales in the whole school and had the shortest operation time.

With the most beautiful waitresses, the most delicious food and coffee, and rave reviews from all customers, their revenue was understandably high.

The reason for the short operation time was purely because they underestimated the crowd, preparing too little food and running out of ingredients by midday, forcing them to close early.

After a morning of everyone taking turns without rest, the exhausted classmates finally got a break and cheerfully ran off to explore other classes and have fun!

Kagura Hikaru, poor thing, being the main chef without breaks, even had to go work for the Student Council after his shift.

Ayakoji Chiyoko hadn’t shown up in class that morning, busy with her duties as Student Council President, collaborating with Discipline Committee members to patrol around, checking each class for any violations. Once the patrol was done, she was off to supervise the plans for the next day’s culture festival and deal with any sudden issues, equally busy.

As soon as Kagura Hikaru stepped into the Student Council office, he was immediately pulled away to help where they were short-handed.

The task Ayakoji Chiyoko threw at him was to go to class 3C to resolve a fight, where the other party seemed to be quite strong, having already defeated many Discipline Committee members. Discover hidden stories at novelbuddy

When Kagura Hikaru arrived, he unexpectedly saw Karen there.

This was her class, after all.