Kaguya-sama: Love Is War wants me to turn myself in.

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"Moreover, Chika who hasn't woken up might be even more useful."

"Eh?"

"..."

"Miss Nakagawa, shall we begin our food battle now?"

Amamiya Natsuki smiled.

"Eh eh eh?"

Fujiwara Chika's ears immediately perked up: "What's that? It sounds really interesting!"

The woman with the beauty mark looked troubled and glanced at the elderly chef not far away: "Won't this cause trouble for others?"

"Simple."

Natsuki Amamiya immediately took out a stack of money.

Money can make the world go round.

Money is absolutely essential to any perfect world.

The old chef received a large sum of money and simply lent out the kitchen.

“Well then, let me explain the rules of the Food War first.” Amamiya Natsuki said confidently, her fingers interlaced. “Ms. Nakagawa and I will each prepare one dish. In order not to waste everyone’s time, the cooking time will be limited to twenty minutes. How about that?”

"Is twenty minutes a bit short?"

Some people have raised questions.

"As a chef, even with simple ingredients and cooking methods, one can create delicious dishes," Natsuki Amamiya said seriously. "What does Ms. Nakagawa say?"

"I... have nothing to say."

“Then it’s settled.” Amamiya Natsuki smiled. “As for the judges, we’ll leave it to everyone here to give the scores.”

Kitagawa Kaimu put her right hand on her hip, looked at Kaguya, and said expectantly:

"Natsuki's cooking is absolutely delicious, and she even said that you can only taste that kind of food in your dreams."

"Is it really that delicious?"

Fujiwara Chika curiously leaned closer.

Kitagawa Kaimu nodded: "It's super delicious."

"I want to eat!" Fujiwara Chika's eyes sparkled as she clenched her fists. "I'm definitely going to be a judge!"

Shinomiya Kaguya: "..."

As expected of you.

Every time I travel, what I share most when I come back is not the scenery, but the local delicacies.

Miss Nakagawa's daughter also agreed with great interest.

Thus, the food battle began quickly.

Natsuki Amamiya put on her chef's uniform, looked at Mrs. Tear Mole, and said:

"I'm planning to make fried rice with eggs, what about you, Ms. Nakagawa?"

“Hmm…” Ms. Nakagawa hesitated for a moment, then quickly said, “I’ll make fried rice too.”

It wasn't a formal cooking skills assessment, but rather a cooking competition like child's play. No one cared about winning or losing; it didn't matter what kind of dish you made.

Fried rice is a simple dish and a great choice.

"Then, let's begin."

"..."

ten minutes later.

As the dreamlike light surged forth, Ms. Nakagawa couldn't help but question the meaning of life.

who am I?

Where am i?

As a professional chef who graduated from a culinary school, for the first time in my thirty years of life, I felt bewildered by my own culinary skills. Could my dishes actually shine?

magic?

Or are your eyes playing tricks on you?

"It smells so good!"

Fujiwara Chika's eyes sparkled as she looked at the glowing fried rice.

“Super delicious.”

Kitagawa Kaimu wiped her mouth. Of everyone present, she was the only one who had ever tasted the glowing fried rice.

"It really glows?"

Looking at the plate of glowing fried rice, the silly young lady was equally incredulous.

As the daughter of a capitalist, she had eaten countless fine dishes, but she had never seen such tempting fried rice.

The air was filled with mouthwatering aromas.

The aroma is hard to describe in words; it seems distinct yet intertwined, as if possessing a magical power that makes every cell in the body scream for it.

"Lady Qianhua, please enjoy your meal."

Amamiya Natsuki placed a plate of fried rice in front of Fujiwara Chika.

The rice grains are distinct, each one coated in a golden hue, shimmering slightly under the light, exuding an irresistible allure.

"I'm gonna start now!"

Fujiwara Chika couldn't wait to pick up the utensils next to her, scoop out a spoonful of fried rice, and put it in her mouth.

"Well……!"

A low moan of extreme satisfaction followed.

After a while.

The secretary was slumped over the table, her pretty face flushed, her eyes moist, her body drenched in sweat, her pink lips slightly parted, and her breathing rapid.

“Delicious, so delicious!”

"It deserves full marks... no, it deserves even higher than full marks!"

"Could I have another bite?"

Fujiwara Chika tilted her pretty face up, looking at you with the eyes of a pet begging its owner for food.

"Sorry, I still have to give it to the other judges." Natsuki Amamiya smiled with satisfaction.

Letting Chika try the fried rice first was not a sign of favoritism.

Rather, they had ulterior motives.

Having spent time in the restaurant, the memory has become ingrained in his instincts. At this moment, his behavior after tasting the fried rice will act like a meme, influencing others.

"Me! Me! Me!" Kitagawa Kaimu quickly raised her hand and said, "It's my turn."

"All of them."

Amamiya Natsuki turned around, scooped out the remaining fried rice, and served each of them a small plate, placing them in front of Haimeng, Kaguya, and the short-haired girl from the Nakagawa family.

As expected, with Fujiwara Chika's "beautiful example" before them, the girls were more or less affected, their faces turning red and their breathing becoming rapid, even the silly young lady was no exception.

"Ms. Nakagawa, please have a taste."

Amamiya Natsuki turned around and handed the last and largest portion of fried rice to Nakagawa Misaki.

As for the match... the outcome is already obvious.

"Let me try it."

Filled with curiosity and amazement, Ms. Nakagawa picked up a spoon and put the fried rice into her mouth.

next moment.

Ms. Nakagawa was struck dumb, her mind went completely blank.

Then, like a pure young girl experiencing the joys of life for the first time, she couldn't stop moving her hands.

After finishing the last bite of fried rice, Ms. Nakagawa was slumped over the table, breathing rapidly, her eyes glazed, her face flushed, and her body damp.

The meme's influence was successful.

The generous portion of fried rice successfully dealt a devastating blow to Ms. Nakagawa's body and mind.

Because of the burning heat and desire in her body, Ms. Nakagawa subconsciously tore open her shirt, revealing a glimpse of her fair and delicate neck; from another perspective, it could be described as her clothes bursting open.

"Miss Nakagawa, how is my cooking?"

Amamiya Natsuki inquired.

"Happiness..." Misaki Nakagawa breathed softly, her tongue darting out to unconsciously lick her lips, "I've never felt so happy before..."

"So, Ms. Nakagawa, do you want to have this kind of happiness forever?"

Natsuki Amamiya's voice was like the whisper of a demon.

"Hey, what do you mean?"

Misaki Nakagawa's mind was blank; she was still savoring the afterglow of the previous encounter and felt lazy, not wanting to do anything.

"Miss Nakagawa, I like you. Please go out with me." Amamiya Natsuki finally revealed her true intentions.

Neither Kaguya nor Haimu spoke; Amamiya Natsuki had already spoken to them on the way here.

"Dating?"

Miss Nakagawa's eyes immediately lit up with panic.

"Can't!"