"Exactly. I noticed that artisan wouldn't even look people in the eye. He's either got intermittent explosive disorder or senile dementia," Lu Mingze muttered softly.
Aunt and Lu Mingze kept their voices down and spoke in Chinese, assuming that whispering behind someone's back like this would keep the ramen chef from noticing a thing. What they didn't know was that Uesugi Etsu, blessed with Imperial Blood, had hearing ten times sharper than an ordinary person's, and he also happened to be fluent in Chinese. At that moment, the veins on Uesugi Etsu's forehead began to throb involuntarily. There was no telling what Aunt and Lu Mingze would think if they ever found out who this ramen chef used to be in the Yakuza underworld, and then looked back on what they had just said.
"Master Uesugi has a lot on his mind these days, so he's a bit on edge, but he's genuinely a great guy. A week ago during the disaster, he helped a lot of people in Tokyo," Lu Mingy said. Seeing that Uesugi Etsu's mood was taking a turn for the worse, he quickly pulled Uncle in to offer some praise. "Besides, Uncle, you know your stuff. You're practically a half-expert. Take a look at Master Uesugi's dough-kneading and noodle-pulling technique—wouldn't you say it's seasoned enough?"
Chapter 785