"Can you give your opinion on the dish, Mr. Aoki?" Xia Yu said helplessly.
"Good, very good, extremely good!"
Mr. Aoki Motota slapped his thigh, first heaping praise upon praise, then with a deep voice he said, "But alas, it's just missing one pyramid. With that, this dish of Egyptian Roasted Chicken would reach perfection. I dare not say for sure, but if it reached perfection, your dish could pry open the treasure vault of the eater's taste buds, allowing one to experience the ultimate in flavor!"
"Really, it only falls short by a little?"
Aoki Motota looked so deeply distressed, it was as if he were more upset than Xia Yu, the creator of the dish.
"Miss by an inch, miss by a mile!"
Xia Yu shook his head, finding it hard to be optimistic.
Of course, he was well aware that the flaws in his failed attempt were not so easily mended.
