Komatsu's Love Defense

Chapter 138 The Second Generation Regaining Confidence

I clenched my fists and looked at Melk II with a firm gaze. My face was filled with unquestionable determination: "Being strong or not has nothing to do with being a woman! Who says women are inferior to men?"

When Melk II heard what I said, she looked up and stared at me with wide eyes in surprise, as if she was shocked by my words. She was stunned and forgot to react for a moment.

I took a deep breath, calmed my excitement, and said in a more serious tone: "Although it is indeed amazing that the predecessor who captured all the materials prepared by Cai Dao alone is indeed amazing. But I don't think Miss Melk needs to deliberately imitate him!"

"Compared to these... Miss Melk! In fact, haven't you already made a first-class kitchen knife?" I stared into the eyes of Melk II, which were full of trust and expectation.

My words seemed to have touched the deepest emotions of Melk II. She stood there in a daze, tears gradually welling up in her eyes. Those crystal tears rolled in her eye sockets, and finally she couldn't help but wipe them away gently with her hands.

Melk II's eyes gradually became moist, and crystal tears silently slid down. She lowered her head, her voice choked with sobs that could not be concealed: "At first... when Master left here and said goodbye to me, I thought he was going to collect materials as usual and would be back soon..."

"But... as the days passed, no matter how many days and nights I waited at home, I never saw the Master. The endless waiting and loss made my heart ache." The voice of Melk II gradually became low, drowned by sadness.

Melk II slowly raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes. She continued in a low voice: "Even if the master is not here, there is still an endless stream of requests for grinding."

Melk II lowered his eyes, clenched his hands, and could not suppress his grief: "However, as time passed, a thought gradually arose in my mind... I began to wonder if Master had encountered an accident? If such a powerful Master had an accident, I am far inferior to him... I mourn my own strength. I cannot even approach the place where Master went..."

Melk II took a deep breath, trying to calm the grief in her heart. She wiped away her tears, her voice still trembling a little: "And what I can do now and then is... to protect the name of Melk before Master comes back! I must use the grinding techniques I have learned so far to ensure that everyone will continue to trust Master's kitchen knives!"

My eyes were always fixed on Melk II. I smiled slightly and said with certainty, "Ms. Melk, I have seen your efforts and persistence all along. You have done a really good job."

Melk II raised her head and looked at me, a trace of gratitude flashed in her eyes, but then she lowered her head again. She was silent for a while, with a trace of sadness in her voice that was difficult to conceal: "But... Pochiko... has been waiting for the master's return like that... That's the straightforward behavior of animals."

I sighed slightly and looked at the second generation with eyes full of understanding and sympathy. I knew very well the helplessness and deep self-blame in her heart.

Melk II frowned slightly, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. She continued, "I'm not qualified... It's not that my master's kitchen knife is not good enough... I'm afraid the chefs who commissioned the knife are not satisfied with it at all..."

Melk II has always had extremely high expectations for the kitchen knives she carefully crafted, and she always feels that the client will not be satisfied.

With a smile on my face, I confidently proposed an idea to Melk II: "Miss Melk, can I borrow a few of your kitchen knives and the ingredients in the underground cold storage?"

Melk II was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Huh? Of course!"

I walked into the basement with a smile on my face, opened the refrigerator door, and a cool air mixed with the fresh aroma of ingredients hit me. I carefully selected various ingredients to ensure that their quality and taste were at their best.

Then, I went to the knives storage area and picked out a few kitchen knives made by Melk II. Although these kitchen knives look plain, you can feel the heavy texture and extremely sharp blades when holding them in your hands.

I put on my apron, stood in front of the chopping board, and began to cut vegetables with the second-generation Melk knife. Every cut was as smooth as silk, as if the knife and my hand had become one. I cut the ingredients quickly and accurately, and soon they were cut into even-sized slices or cubes.

At this time, Melk II walked into the basement from the forging room. She stood quietly by the side, watching me cooking skillfully, with a look of shock and admiration in her eyes. She didn't seem to expect that the kitchen knife she made could exert such amazing power in my hands.

I noticed that Melk II's eyes were fixed on the food in my hand, so I turned my head and smiled at her, signaling her to wait a moment. Soon, a series of delicious dishes were placed on the table, exuding an enticing aroma.

I walked up to the second generation of Melk with great anticipation and enthusiastically invited her to sit down and taste it: "Please, Miss Melk, come and try it!"

Melk II's eyes flickered across the delicacies on the table, his eyes sparkling with delight, his tone revealing an undisguised surprise: "This... this is... Chef Komatsu..."

I smiled brightly, nodded, and replied, "Anyway, let's fill our bellies first!"

Melk II sat down at the dining table. She picked up the spoon and gently scooped up the oyster fried rice on the plate. The fried rice was golden in color and fragrant, making people want to eat it with relish. She put the spoon to her lips and tasted it carefully. The unique taste instantly spread in her mouth.

Melk II's eyes revealed an expression of enjoyment, and she couldn't help but praise: "So... so delicious!"

I put my hands on my knees, a proud smile on my face, and said, "Great, this is lily and oyster fried rice!"

Melk II smiled in surprise and exclaimed, "Oh...it turns out that the taste of lily oysters can be so unique."

I stood up straight and explained with a smile, "If you process the gaps between the shells when they are closed, it will enhance the flavor. This processing method is very special and can only be done by Miss Melk's original [Black Small Deblade Kitchen Knife]."

I pointed to another delicacy on the table and invited Melk II to taste it: "Please try this too!"

Melk II picked up the dish, picked up the knife and fork, and began to cut the meat. Her movements were graceful and skillful, and she put the meat into her mouth to taste it carefully.

Melk II's eyes instantly lit up with excitement, and she exclaimed: "Amazing! There is no peculiar smell of jellyfish at all!"

I smiled faintly and explained carefully: "The [Resurrection Knife] made by Miss Melk II will not produce any odor after cutting at a certain speed."

Melk II listened quietly and tasted the other dishes on the table. She chewed every bite carefully and felt the unique flavor of each dish. I also patiently explained to her the knives and processing techniques used in each dish, so that she could deeply feel the important role of the knives she made in cooking.

Melk II's eyes gradually became moist, his voice trembling slightly, tears of happiness and emotion welling up in his eyes: "This is a work of art using a kitchen knife [Hagoromo Thin Blade], and this is..."

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I tried to control my emotions and said with a smile, "These dishes... were all prepared with the kitchen knives made by Miss Melk."

When Melk II heard what I said, she could no longer suppress her emotions. She covered her mouth and sobbed quietly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I stared at Melk II, tears quietly falling from my eyes, and said with a firm and trusting tone: "I think you have done a great job of continuing... the courage of the previous generation of chefs! Famous chefs all over the world have recognized you for a long time, Miss Melk!"

I extended my hand and gently passed it to Melk II, with a confident and encouraging smile on my face: "Miss Melk, I am glad to see a brand new grinder standing in front of me. I believe you can better protect the name of Melk kitchen knife!"

Melk II slowly reached out and held my hand tightly. The touch of her hands was slightly trembling. She covered her mouth, but tears silently slid down from the corners of her eyes, wetting her cheeks. She lowered her head and cried, her shoulders trembling slightly, pouring out all her emotions.

I watched this scene and a warm feeling welled up in my heart. I knew that at this moment, Melk II was experiencing a spiritual transformation. Her crying was a farewell to past setbacks, as well as an expectation and determination for the future.