Chapter 308 - : Enjoying the Delicacies (1/2)

“Hello.”

Meng Fan looked up and smiled. “What a coincidence.”

He had good memory, plus with his improved Observation, despite only having had a glimpse of the man, he recognized him as one of the flight’s passengers. He just didn’t know they’d meet again this way.

This was because Meng Fan got too many business cards when leaving the plane that day. This man in his fifties was also rather ordinary looking, so Meng Fan didn’t look at his card closely, or he would have remembered the man’s name.

Yoshikazu Ono grimaced. He thought to himself, “Did you really not see my business card? If you didn’t, you should have at least heard, ‘Please come visit Sukiyabashi Jiro.’ Were you confused, or maybe you didn’t understand what I said?”

The man considered. Since M-san was already in his seat, he should have had a reservation. If he did, why didn’t he remember anything?

While Yoshikazu Ono complained to himself, he was still very happy and excited that Meng Fan was here.

“Are you here by yourself? Or…”

Yoshikazu Ono wanted to call Meng Fan M-san, but he resisted. After all, they weren’t alone, there were four other customers other than the employees here.

As they talked, a woman walked in. She took off her sunglasses. With her spectacular smile, everyone in the store, employee or customer, couldn’t help looking over.

“Yoshikazu-san, we meet again.”

It was obvious that Satomi Ishihara had been to the restaurant before and knew Yoshikazu Ono. After she walked in, she politely greeted the serious-looking chef and looked at Meng Fan with a bright smile. “You must be Meng Fan-san. Pleased to meet you.”

“Pleased to meet you.”

Meng Fan lightly shook her hand. The two of them sat down.

To be honest, he hadn’t seen her shows, not even the live-action “Attack on Titan.” He had seen stills from the shows, however, as well as her photobook.

She was indeed a goddess, with a bright but not scorching glow.

Meng Fan’s date was Satomi? This wasn’t surprising to Yoshikazu Ono. Everyone here, including the customers, saw Meng Fan as a mythical figure, so the meeting wasn’t shocking.

Meanwhile, Satomi was surprised Meng Fan knew Yoshikazu Ono, the son of Jiro Ono, a Japanese national treasure known as the “God of Sushi.” The man was also the inheritor of the craft and the future chef of the restaurant.

What followed shocked Satomi even more. As Yoshikazu Ono returned to the counter and began to work, Jiro Ono, the “God of Sushi” himself, came over and waved his son off. The older man looked at Meng Fan, “Is there anything you don’t eat?”

At sushi restaurants such as this, there were three levels of dining: one, the chef took care of everything and one ate whatever was prepared; two, one ordered individual dishes; and three, prix fixe, with combos at different prices.

If the “God of Sushi” cooked, then one ate whatever he wanted to give you, you just had to say if there’s any food restrictions.

Meng Fan shook his head with a smile.

Satomi grew serious. She looked rather nervous and also a little expectant.

The “God of Sushi” didn’t even ask her.

The other four customers were so shocked their eyes grew huge. They had obviously done a lot of work before coming here. They knew how incredible it was having the “God of Sushi” prepare your food.

Unlike Meng Fan, who was clueless.

When everyone saw Jiro Ono take off his gloves, their eyes practically glowed. Meng Fan figured the older man had to be over 90 years old, yet his hands were in great condition.

The others knew sushi was three-parts taste and seven-parts gesture, so they stared at the sushi master’s fluid hand motions. Meng Fan, meanwhile, was worried about the quantity of the food, and whether he would get enough to eat in this fifteen minutes.

As he had the first course of halibut sushi, he could taste the power of the God of Sushi. The sushi looked typical, but the taste was amazing, with a sweetness slowing emanating in his mouth. He could feel his taste buds being awakened.

However, he also became hungrier.