Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 41 Hello, System!

"What are you going to do?" asked Jian Shang Ai.

"When I was learning to cook, my father once told me, 'Don't start with the simplest dish, start with your favorite.' Since I'm betting on the bunny girl competition, of course I'm going to make my favorite dish!"

"Oh? What is it?" Jian Shangai was curious.

The Ono sisters also listened attentively.

“You might think that my favorite dish is one of my father’s,” said Ando-senpai.

That's exactly what everyone thinks.

"Actually," Ando-senpai continued, "compared to my father's fancy dishes, my favorite will always be the three-color bento with fish floss that my mother makes for me!"

"For ordinary people, home cooking is indeed the most familiar thing," said Mizuguchi.

“The smiles on my family’s faces when they pick up their chopsticks are the standard of my mother’s cooking, and it is also the highest realm of cooking.” This is Ji Bu’s self-composed and self-sung performance.

"Senior sister will win!" Shuikou and Ji Bu said at the same time.

"Wow~" Ono Mitsuki clapped softly, "It's just like a rehearsal."

"We just rehearsed it." Ji Bu raised his chin, very proud.

"It's the senior's order." Mizuguchi felt embarrassed.

"Mr. Aoyama, Ando-senpai's cooking tells a story, what about your cooking?" Misaki Ai acted like a neutral referee.

"That's all nonsense." Qingshan Liru was as cold as a system. "If the food doesn't taste good, even if it's made by the mother herself, the child won't be able to eat it. Deliciousness is the only standard for cooking."

"How dare you say such things?! Are you worthy of your mother who cooks for you every day?!" Senior Ando roared.

"I don't have a mother." Qingshan Li said coldly.

".Um, um, what does 'no mother' mean?"

"My mother died."

"I'm sorry!" Senior Ando bowed almost 180 degrees.

"Compared to Ando-senpai's kindness, Aoyama-san's determination seems to be even greater. I can't wait to taste your cooking - let's start!" Mikami Ai announced.

Ando-senpai sprang into action.

Three-color bento with fish floss.

The fish floss is made on site by steaming the salmon, removing the bones and skin, crushing it with a fork, and then stir-frying it.

The so-called "three colors" are not only for appearance, but also for nutritional considerations.

It is said that if the dishes on the table have five colors - they must be natural, then almost all the nutrients needed by the human body can be supplemented.

Ando-senpai pays attention to details, especially when it comes to expressing love.

It was a bento made completely 'just for you'.

——System, make seven hamburger patties.

【Start Guidance】

The system has very strict requirements on materials, but it can also be said that it has almost no requirements.

In home economics class, the materials students use are all the materials needed by the system, except that they are fresher.

Even the sauce used, the system will not crave for more advanced ones.

Therefore, in the eyes of Jian Shangai and the others, Qingshan Li's side is nothing special.

"No." Mizuguchi said uncertainly.

"It's just like playing music." Ji Bu stared at it.

Needless to say, the Ono sisters, who had seen it a long time ago, gradually began to feel a sense of love when they saw it.

It's a magical feeling, hard to describe.

If I have to say something, it is that the way Aoyama Ri cooks now is the way she thinks and ideally cooks.

She has materialized what she already knows and what she has been pursuing. This is the current Aoyama Ri.

I didn't pay much attention to anything.

Nor was he so focused that he felt like he had eyes all over his body.

random?

No, there wasn't a single unnecessary movement.

In a seemingly simple dish, every spoonful of seasoning is actually a decisive moment, but he is very calm.

It naturally doesn't feel like cooking, it's more like doing a puzzle, assembling a mortise and tenon structure.

Aoyama Ri's every move at this moment has surpassed his appearance, and he has attracted everyone with a mysterious charm.

The Ono sisters looked at him in fascination.

The two of them had seen Aoyama Riki cook hamburgers with their own eyes, but they never said anything. In fact, just watching him cook was like enjoying a delicious meal.

Beat, beat, beat, chop the onion.

Put half of it into the pot, stir-fry over low heat, sprinkle with salt when it turns slightly golden, and serve.

Stir the meat until it is firm, then add breadcrumbs, eggs, pepper, onion, etc. Snap, snap, snap, beat the meat patties with both hands, then slide them into the pan.

Sizzle, the aroma of frying meat fills the air.

The magical reaction gradually works its magic, the surface color of the meat gradually darkens, and the carbohydrates and amino acids in it are transformed into a variety of tempting aromas and flavors.

Serve on a plate and pour a spoonful of sauce over it.

Serve with a bowl of steaming white rice.

Silently, seven hamburger patties were ready.

——System, step back, let me do the most important finishing!

"I'm sorry for the poor hospitality!" At this time, Qingshan Li's appearance looked particularly gorgeous, and the description of him as the prince of the culinary world was not enough.

From the moment he started cooking, his appearance won over his talent for the first time and attracted everyone's attention.

Ando-senpai's seven bento boxes are also ready and lined up on the table.

"I have a feeling of happiness." Mizuguchi couldn't help but say.

"This is what a real cooking competition is like." Ando-senpai couldn't help but laugh. "There's no winning or losing, just the joy and excitement of seeing more delicious food."

"Can I eat now?" Ji Bu had already picked up the chopsticks.

"Please feel free to do so!" Qingshan Li said.

"Stop!" Senior Ando suddenly roared like a beast.

Everyone who was about to take action was startled, as if they were playing the game of "statue" and the statue suddenly turned around and they were all stunned.

"Let me take a picture first!" Senior Ando took out her cell phone, looking as if she would stab to death anyone who dared to disobey.

".please."

It will be their turn only after the phones and fans have finished eating.

"Let's start tasting." Jian Shangai, who has eaten countless delicious foods, couldn't help it.

Aoyama Ri stared at her.

After taking the first bite of the hamburger, Jian Shangai's eyes lit up.

[School Reasoning, Main Ability is Beauty: 94.3%, 94.4%]

It's like reading a mystery book!

——Good job, system!

【Daily Campus Romance: 81%】

--Hello
【Daily Campus Romance: 82%】

--Hello!

Aoyama Ricai didn't think that Mikami Ai was cute when she enjoyed delicious food.

I don't feel satisfied just by watching her enjoy the food.

"I give up." Senior Ando sighed, the kind of sigh that comes from someone who has been immersed in delicious food and finally comes back to their senses.

"It turns out that cooking has sounds." Ji Bu was stunned.

"In China, there has always been a custom of offering sacrifices. The people there believe that even the heavens and the earth, gods, and ancestors can be pleased or even persuaded with food - this hamburger steak can control the gods." Jian Shangai exclaimed.

She looked at Aoyama Riki: "Aoyama-san, you controlled me, of course it's just my stomach."

"Are you really praising me instead of yourself?"

"If you can't find a job in the future and don't want to rely on your looks to make a living, you can come and be my chef."

This is not an olive branch, it is a curse.

"Junior Qingshan, where did you learn cooking? Please tell me!" Senior Ando bowed and begged.

“It’s right here.”

"right here?"

Aoyama pointed to the cooking table in the distance: "I was in that position during home economics class, learning from the home economics teacher."

"Our consulting teacher?" Mizuguchi couldn't believe it.

"Is that the consultant who, when guiding us, focused more on teaching us how to cover up our mistakes through editing and how to take good-looking photos of food?"

When saying this, Ando-senpai didn't even blink.

It seemed as if the 'incomprehensible' solidified into two small wooden sticks, supporting her eyes.

"Yeah." Qingshan Li nodded.

"God of Cooking~, why is it that only Qingshan can hear your voice~, but not Ji Bu? I sing for you every day! I want to commit suicide!"

The showdown between the cooking club and the research club came to an end with the heart-wrenching self-composed and self-sung song.

The cooking team wins!
The Athens Philosophical Research Department did not lose either!

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