Yamamoto-kun’s Youth Revenge ~ I Was Bullied At School, So I Worked Hard, Made A Comeback, And Since Then My Classmates Have Been Acting Strange ~

argin of comfort.

 

“Fufun, But Fujisaki.
Your success has come to an end because I’m opening a French restaurant right next to yours.”

 

“Ehh? No way, a rival store!”

 

“Kuramochi, your cooking skills are still inexperienced anyway, right? I don’t think you can compete with my restaurant?”

 

Kuramochi-san laughed out loud at Fujisaki-san’s comment.

 

“You still have a hard head, Fujisaki! Nowadays, customers visit restaurants based on information rather than taste! They go to a restaurant based on the reviews they find on the internet, the atmosphere of the restaurant, and the staff! A Michelin star is a great thing, but the pictures of a fatty in the magazine and the buzz that comes up when you look up the restaurant should be enough to make you hesitate to go there!”

 

Indeed, I thought Kuramochi-san had a point.

 

Today’s customers, who can easily gather information, are excessively afraid of failure.

 

And it’s a fine French restaurant, so they’ll probably be cautious starting now.

 

To make matters worse, customers who came for Fujisaki-san back then are currently trolling the online reviews of “La Forge” to vent their anger at being turned away.

 

If my image, which is a far cry from that of a beautiful owner-chef, were to be seen in the weekly magazines, new customers would be discouraged to enter the restaurant.

 

“Kuramochi, don’t tell me it was you…?”

 

“Who knows? I have no idea what you are talking about?”

 

Fujisaki-san glared at her, but Kuramochi-san passed it off with a cool expression.

 

“And we have good-looking French chefs and waiters.
If the food is made by real people, customers will come, right?”

 

“Isn’t it because you lured them into cooking when they gave up halfway through their careers? And in the first place, does it matter what they look like or what race they are?”

 

“Ahahaha, you really don’t know anything about running a business, do you Fujisaki? You attract customers with your appearance yourself, but you’re unconscious, and that’s what’s so sickening.
No matter how you put it in words, the reality of the world is that looks are supreme and people are more concerned with appearances.”

 

Saying so Kuramochi-san took the liberty of sitting down at our restaurant, crossing her legs in a pompous manner.

 

“Well, since we’re here, let me tell you a little bit about it.
There are many women’s apparel shops around here, including the famous Harajuku fancy shops.
It’s also a path taken by female students attending a prestigious women’s college just around the corner.
In other words, a lot of women, looking for a handsome guy.”

 

Sure, that’s what I thought too.

 

In fact, host club-like shops are starting to pop up in the neighborhood.

 

This town is becoming a downtown for women.

 

“Well, even if I told you this, you wouldn’t understand, Fujisaki.
The people in this town don’t have enough money to afford fine French cuisine.
We’re going to destroy your restaurant with our way!”

 

Kuramochi-san says and gets up, putting her hand on the door of the shop.

 

“Well, I’m sure we’ll see the results in a year.
You can look forward to it at best.”

 

After saying that, she left the shop.

 

Fujisaki-san sighs as she wraps her apron around her waist.

 

“Yamamoto, you got involved with a strange fellow before leaving Japan, but you don’t have to worry about it.
I’ll make arrangements for you to return to the restaurant after you return to Japan without hesitation.”

 

“I see…”

 

“Now, let’s prepare for today!”

 

To be honest, I think Kuramochi-san has a point in some of the management strategies she mentioned.

 

Times have changed, and you now need to control information in order to get a taste.

 

In a town full of trend-conscious young women, I wondered if Fujisaki-san’s artisan-oriented store would be in big trouble in a year’s time…