The story begins in Food Wars, when Alice took him home.

At the same time, it reveals a deeper level of flavor.

"I really don't know where to begin complaining about your body."

Feeling the increasing pressure on his arm and the girl's slightly flushed face, Bai Yuan was speechless for a moment and could only help her to the living room.

After finishing, he returned to the kitchen and carried the fried chicken skin and potato wedges from the stove to the coffee table in front of the sofa. Then he saw Erina Nakiri sitting on the sofa without any suspicion.

The girl was completely powerless at this moment, because the powerful impact of the food made her body feel numb and tingly.

If it were just a luminous dish, she could endure it with her strong willpower, but when faced with a flowing light dish, especially one made with care by Bai Yuan...

Even though she tried her best to suppress and restrain herself, it was all in vain.

Fortunately, it was dark around her. Although she knew something was wrong, she figured if she couldn't see it, she didn't have it. She just had to pretend to be normal.

Thinking of this, and looking at Bai Yuan who placed the plate of delicious-looking fried chicken skin in front of her with a slightly subtle look in his eyes, Erina Nakiri pursed her lips and reached for her chopsticks again.

Despite trying to restrain myself.

But the aroma of the dish was just too tempting.

So she picked up another piece and put it in her mouth to enjoy it.

"Giggle!"

A loud rooster crow exploded in her mind, and her body, which had been slumped lazily, tensed up as if she had been electrocuted.

The intense impact was released from the fried chicken skin in her mouth, surged through her limbs, and finally gathered in one place.

Despite knowing I should restrain myself, I couldn't. The aroma of the food filled my nostrils, and my hands seemed to have a mind of their own, unwilling to stop.

Bai Yuan sat down next to her, also appearing relaxed.

While leisurely eating fried chicken skin and potato wedges, my eyes are fixed on the Tom and Jerry on the big screen, and I can't help but laugh when I see something funny.

Logically speaking, this should have been a great atmosphere.

But the power of Shirabuchi's cooking was too great; Nakiri Erina didn't watch TV at all and just kept eating the snacks on the table.

"If my current state were discovered, Professor Baiyuan would definitely think I'm a shameless girl."

Greedily savoring the last bit of flavor from her fingers, and sensing her current state, Erina Nakiri suddenly realized what was happening. She bit her lower lip slightly, her body burning hot.

She glanced furtively at Bai Yuan, who was engrossed in the TV beside her, and tapped her fingers lightly on her thigh, feeling the taut muscles.

"Let's call it a day. You're probably not fit to train in this condition. Get the equipment installed as soon as possible, and I'll come back to see you tomorrow."

As the TV began playing the ending theme, Bai Yuan glanced at Erina Nakiri out of the corner of his eye and sighed inwardly.

From the fact that she couldn't help but take that piece of fried chicken skin, and that the sofa shook from time to time, he had already guessed what state Erina Nakiri was in at that moment.

"Next time you come to see her, it's best not to do a cooking demonstration, so as not to hinder the teaching process."

Bai Yuan stood up, and this thought came to mind.

"Let me see you off."

Upon hearing Bai Yuan's words, Erina Nakiri blushed, but did not refuse. She simply stood up to see him off, but her legs were too weak, and she sat down again as she stood up.

"Alright, you can rest now, no need to see me off."

Seeing Erina Nakiri's useless appearance, Bai Yuan shook his head, then waved and left.

Erina Nakiri watched his retreating figure until the door closed, at which point she finally let out a long sigh of relief, suppressing the restlessness in her heart.

"Go to bed early tonight. You have to give a speech at the opening ceremony tomorrow. Train hard this afternoon."

With this thought in mind, Erina Nakiri stood up, supporting herself on the sofa, and walked unsteadily toward the bathroom.

All she wants right now is a nice bath.

Then change out of the filthy clothes you're wearing.

"Old man."

It was already getting dark when he left Erina Nakiri's house. Seeing Senzaemon Nakiri standing at the door, seemingly waiting for him, Shirabuchi went up and greeted him.

"You've recruited several geniuses for our Totsuki clan."

Looking at the approaching Bai Yuan, Senzaemon Nakiri said with a complicated expression.

Despite being somewhat prepared, Bai Yuan was still incredibly shocked to see several geniuses who had reached the first-class chef level at the age of fifteen.

China truly deserves its reputation as a culinary paradise.

A few random young people could easily overwhelm the younger generation of Totsuki.

"It's just that the first-class chefs are built up by constantly laying a solid foundation. It's very difficult to break through to the special grade. They can't be considered geniuses."

Thinking of today's assessment, and those young men and women selected and sent by the Dark Cuisine World, Bai Yuan exhaled a breath of turbid air and said this.

"Becoming a master chef is not easy. Even I, an old man, only achieved the honor of master chef when I was almost 20 years old."

"This is different."

Focusing solely on strengthening basic training while neglecting innovative thinking is an outdated approach. While it may not stifle true geniuses, it can hinder chefs with average talent from progressing.

Since they weren't trained from a young age, and their time in the world of culinary disasters was short, Bai Yuan didn't have time to correct them, so he simply let them be.

However, now that they have arrived at Far Moon, he has plenty of time to train them, and with the right methods, he can greatly shorten the time it takes for them to advance to the Special Grade.

"No matter what, with Totsuki having you, there shouldn't be any major problems. Even if they really have limited talent, you should have a way to improve them."

Senzaemon Nakiri saw through his thoughts and said these words.

That statement is correct.

Bai Yuan nodded in acknowledgment at these words.

For a moment, they looked at each other in silence.

"So, you came to see me not just for a few pleasantries, right?"

Bai Yuan spoke up.

Senzaemon Nakiri rarely visits a temple without a reason, and almost every time he comes, he has something to ask of him.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you. It's about the Young Chefs Academy Championship."

"Youth Chef Academy Championship?"

Bai Yuan looked puzzled; it was the first time he had ever heard of this competition.

There are youth culinary competitions in China, but they are usually held at the provincial level, with a national competition every three years and a world competition every five years.

After all, different provinces and countries have different cuisines, making the competition quite difficult to execute.

As for this Young Chef Academy Championship, he had never heard of it.

To be precise, having already matured, he wouldn't pay any attention to events of this level.

The Young Chefs' Academy Competition is jointly organized by more than 100 culinary schools around the world and is held once a year.

Top-ranked schools receive media coverage and are the preferred choice for many culinary aspirants, meaning they attract better students.

Senzaemon Nakiri gave a brief introduction, then looked intently at Shiro Awakening, for this was the fastest and most effective match to help Totsuki rise to prominence!

What was Totsuki's previous ranking?

Bai Yuan asked curiously.

"Around tenth place. I should say that I haven't made it into the top ten in the last ten years. My best ranking was thirteenth."

Senzaemon Nakiri gave a wry smile and revealed the current state of Totsuki Academy without hiding anything.

Although it is one of the top universities in Japan, it can only barely be considered a first-class university on a global scale, especially considering the recent case of Eishi Tsukasa.

However, Gin Dojima's class achieved a top-five finish, which is the best result ever achieved by Totsuki Culinary Academy since its founding.

"Isn't this completely unacceptable...?"

Bai Yuan clicked his tongue lightly, not immediately agreeing, but pondering for a moment before saying, "What is the process of the competition? Tell me about it."

“Each school will send fifty students to compete in individual, team, and exhibition matches. Each match will award a certain number of points, and the higher the ranking, the more points will be awarded exponentially.”

After briefly introducing the competition's procedures, Senzaemon Nakiri looked at Bai Yuan with great anticipation.

“I can get Totsuki Academy into the top ten. As you said, the top ten can get a good pool of students. As for the number one spot, I have someone else in mind.”

If fifty people are required to participate, then why can't the Dark Cuisine World be brought along to compete? As for whether the organizers agree or not, that's a problem for the Dark Cuisine World to worry about; he doesn't care.

If someone works so hard to build a faction, and can't even handle this small matter, then what's the point of building it?

"Top ten? Okay, I understand."

Hearing Bai Yuan's unwavering words and meeting his calm, unchanging gaze, Nakiri Senzaemon felt a sudden pang of unease, then nodded in agreement.

I almost forgot, the man in front of me is a top-tier seven-star chef. His repeated requests are simply because his two granddaughters are getting close to him.

Putting all that aside, the two had absolutely no conflict of interest, and the other's status was even higher than his.

Having figured this out, Senzaemon Nakiri stopped putting on airs as an elder, bowed slightly, and dared not ask for anything more.

"Well, we'll talk about the specifics when the competition is closer. There's no point in discussing these things now."

Seeing that the old man was so sensible, Bai Yuan nodded and spoke.

"Then what happens next..."

"Everything is normal from now on. I remember you had some kind of residential training program, the Autumn Selection, and this Young Chef Academy Championship. According to you, it should be after the Autumn Selection, right?"

A knowing glint flashed in Bai Yuan's eyes.

If you consider this competition, he can understand the arrangements for the Far Moon event.

The residential training program enhances the chefs' skills, while the Autumn Selection allows their improved abilities to be validated, and also selects fifty contestants to participate in the Young Chef Academy Championship.

Everything was for the sake of achieving a good ranking.

"Yes."

Senzaemon Nakiri nodded, and judging from Hakugen's expression, he knew that the other party had already guessed the true meaning of the Autumn Selection.

"Cancel the accommodation training, bring forward the autumn selection, and then I will arrange special training."

After a moment of contemplation, Bai Yuan suddenly spoke.

The midterm assessment has already weeded out a group of people, while laying a solid foundation for these individuals.