I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

The human brain is not designed to feel the same stimuli every time we go through the same experience over and over again.

Humans are boring animals.

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Music that has already been heard many times cannot give the listener the same impression as when they first heard it.

For the same reason, many people leave their lover, boredom-giver, who has no new experience because of too much experience, and seeks a new, fresh man or woman.

Can not help it. Because that’s how it was made.

So was the food. If you eat similar types of food frequently, it is inevitable that you will get bored.

That was the problem.

In the case of the president, such a trend was quite severe.

It is because the taste is delicately recognized and the taste is remembered for a very long time.

It’s also uncomfortable at times that the brain’s performance is too good.

No matter what you eat, if it is a food you have already eaten, you are not impressed because you vividly remember the taste you experienced before.

It should be different from what you ate before.

Even if it was a completely different kind of food or the same kind of dish, you should have tried a completely different and new recipe.

At the same time, it should be tasty.

Rather than taste like a vulgar industrial product stuffed with stimulant spices and seasonings, the taste should be designed in a luxurious and sophisticated way, and it should be able to give pleasure to the tongue by enhancing the umami taste.

If the taste is simple and one-dimensional, there is no fun. Even before you eat, you can already predict. Just looking at it makes me feel tired.

It has to be a fresh, complex, unexpected recipe. Only then could you be satisfied.

It was not difficult to meet all these criteria at two meals a day.

The president’s exclusive chefs struggled to come up with creative and high-quality recipes every time.

There is a reason why all the recipes they know are exhausted and they are all retired and replaced every year.

Therefore, it is the exclusive kitchen of Chairman Lee Si-ho, which is even called the tomb of chefs, but in the end it was just a small sacrifice.

He is the owner of the Megacorp that supports the Dusk City and furthermore the world.

For the satisfaction of such a person, the health and abilities of the cooks can be squeezed as much as they want. I just have to squeeze

Shouldn’t it be worth the amount of remuneration received?

Thanks to this, they made enough money to survive even if they retired like this, so it wouldn’t be a loss for them either.

And this evening.

Chairman Lee Shi-ho decided to change his meal after a long time.

It was a pretty impulsive directive.

Aaron Nakamura.

Former head chef of the high-end Japanese restaurant Enkai Yenkai.

However, the actual cooking skills are… According to the evaluation of the Executive Sous Chef with whom I worked, the de facto head chef.

‘I can entrust the demi-chef who is in charge of cooking for a section as the assistant chef.’

However, due to his deformed position, and because he had just entered the kitchen, he was only able to play the role of pretending to be a head chef in the actual kitchen, and sometimes replacing the job of a cook.

And that alone is not enough.

If you have the skills of a Demi-Chef, you must know how to cook.

It is enough to go anywhere and be called a cook. It is an outstanding ability that is likely to be recruited as an elite talent anywhere.

However, it was not enough to prepare and serve food against Chairman Lee Si-ho.

Because only the best should enter the president’s mouth.

So, I didn’t expect to have outstanding cooking skills.

There is only one thing to look forward to in his cuisine.

verdure.

The words of the deputy chief chef who entrusted him to evaluate his ability to cook.

Cooking in a way that strangely brings back nostalgia from the past.

At the same time, they make oriental, but eccentric fusion style food that you’ve never seen before.

If it was created, it would be surprising, and if not, it must have been an old skill that was actually used.

The chairman knew why Executive Souschef said so.

It was Korean food. Dusk City, Neo Tokyo… A branch of food that has almost disappeared from the catering industry of many other cities.

Aaron’s cooking skills started from there. So it looked special.

A demonic country controlled by a free artificial intelligence that the president has never eaten properly—the food of the earth cut off from mankind.

Don’t expect taste.

As a result of searching past records, Korean food did not occupy a prominent position in the food industry in East Asia or the world.

At best, it was all about some unusual ingredients and the image of being famous for healthy food.

In addition, the time given to Aaron was extremely short.

It took me less than two hours to prepare the recipe, and from there, I had to do everything by myself.

Even if all the ingredients were prepared, it was not easy.

So what was expected was the freshness aspect.

It does not need to have a harmonious taste or texture.

It just needs to be novel enough to properly stimulate the tongue and broaden the gastronomic palate.

However, it would be difficult if it had a taste and smell that was difficult to understand.

That’s exactly what Aaron wanted here today.

A fresh character serving a meal with new food with an interesting story.

So, to wash away the dark emptiness and boredom a little bit.

Exceeding the expected range would be a pleasure too.

He was also an employee who had already outperformed many times.

That is why we can give you this opportunity.

Although it was in the form of a meal attendant, there were almost no cases where a regular employee had a private meeting with the chairman.

It was like some kind of privilege. Whether or not you can benefit from it will depend on the capabilities of the person involved.

“… You’re late.”

The president broke his thoughts and muttered.

It’s been quite a while since the clock reached 59 minutes.

Already 20 seconds have passed. Although it was only a prediction using a biological clock, the calculation would have been accurate. Because the president has never been wrong when it comes to counting things.

By now the door had already opened and he should have been dragging the side table across the carpet.

If this is the case, you won’t be able to make it on time.

No matter how urgent it is, it causes errors from the start.

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Maybe I was expecting too much.

The president’s dark eyes were engulfed in the shadows. With a slight disappointment, he knocks on the table.

It was a time when I inadvertently bit my lips.

[President, Aaron Nakamura has arrived.]

The corners of the lips rise slightly.

“Tell me to come in.”

The door opened as if waiting. Because of the smooth and well-maintained nature, the cracks open without a sound and light enters.

come.

Chairman Shiho Lee looked down at Aaron Nakamura, who had finally arrived, from afar.

“… Hmm.”

Wiping the sweat that was dripping, he moved quickly.

He was very tired, but he was trying not to show it.

It’s funny how he hastily shoved the side table onto the carpet and somehow managed to get there on time.

It’s like watching ants in your private garden carrying food. It looked even more so because he was wearing only a sackcloth.

The whining looks quite modest, but thanks to that, it seemed possible to somehow fit the time. It would be a million blessings for him.

The president grinned.

The only unpredictable one among tens of thousands of ants. The only one who can’t fully read and understand just by looking at it.

There is something special about that, so he keeps watching and entrusting something.

so it will be nurtured. like a pet ant. I enjoy watching.

It’s trivially fun, as always. I had a foreboding that I would not regret having called today.

It was just that. till now.

* * *

late. It was slower than I had calculated. Because the final plating took quite some time.

But it wasn’t completely late.

Just by standing in front, a huge entrance with a sense of intimidation opened at a height of eternity, and we entered the dark inside.

I hurriedly pushed the side table and dragged it out onto the carpet.

His muscles screamed at the intense exercise, but he ignored it.

Doing this too, I can only survive. I must have adapted.

In a pan, in a saucepan, in a knife, in a spatula… Having worked hard in the name of cooking in a kitchen full of all kinds of heavy cooking utensils, I was able to laugh at this level and laugh at it somehow.

Passing over the natural carpet, which is too soft to pull the wheels, I hurriedly took out the ceramic bowls and the food inside at once and placed them as neatly as possible on the dining table in front of the president.

After setting up various tableware such as luxurious cutlery and chopsticks.

The cyberwatch screen, which flickered nervously, changed as if waiting.

「21:00」

did it

somehow made it on time.

I almost breathed a sigh of relief without realizing it, but I stood up stiffly, remembering where I was now.

Beside me, there was Lee Shi-ho’s chairman.

As I sat down and looked at the food I made with cold eyes, as if dissecting it.

Just imagining it made my throat dry from the tension.

I don’t know if the temperature in the president’s office was originally low or for some other reason, but his body, which had been hot until just recently, had to cook in front of a fire or move a table, cooled down.

He carefully descended to the bottom of the pedestal that sloped to the sides, sweating even in a cold sweat.

Recalling the rule that my eye level should not be higher than the president, I look up a little from a much lower position.

Chairman Lee Shi-ho’s Iron Blood,

I looked at Karin Isiho.

The first impression I made when we met half a year ago was that it was small.

It was still the same today.

The president had the appearance of a girl.

At best, it was very small and light, as if it was about the age of a middle school student.

However, it is simply a girl, so it cannot be expressed collectively.

Karin Ishiho had more than that.

Black hair and black eyes shining over an authentic Japanese dark yukata.

The jet-black eyes of jewels that seemed to penetrate the soul, or were so deep that it was impossible to understand what was inside.

Those eyes that look down on everything in the world, the aura that I can feel in her perfectly polished appearance like a doll, compels me to obey.

Who wouldn’t kneel in front of that girl?

Who can keep his composure in front of those eyes that seem to judge a person’s entire life?

That was the Iron-Blood President.

The owner of Megacorp who made the present Shiho Lee exist. One of the giants who rule the heavens of Dusk City.

And that person looked at the table I prepared without saying a word, and then picked up chopsticks.

The smooth, shiny wood shines between her thin fingers.

The president’s dinner began.