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“So... um.. that's what I think I want to make." "That's a great idea!" "R-really? You think so? Yay! But, um... the recipe requires a whole lot of prep work on a bunch of the ingredients. I-I don't know if it'll all work out in the end..." "Hey! Who do you think you're talking to? I was the number two chef at Yukihira's Family Restaurant, y'know! Though the only other chef there was my dad." "Hee hee... Aha ha ha!" "All right! I'm gonna pour all of my experience into supporting you! Get ready, Tadokoro! For today only... ... "Tadokoro's" Family Restaurant... ... is open for business!" "Y... yay?!”

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食戟のソーマ 4 [Shokugeki no Souma 4]

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