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

In simpler terms, Momo Akane wanted a high-quality dessert that was both visually appealing and delicious.

Such desserts are not uncommon in the culinary world; cakes and cream puffs are examples. However, common things are ordinary and cannot achieve the goal of being eye-catching.

If you're going to do it, you should do it to the best of your ability.

This is Li Wanwan's simple and unpretentious idea.

She closed her eyes, and all sorts of dessert recipes flooded her mind. Then, as if stimulated by something, in a flash, images appeared in her mind.

That was a period in the world of culinary disasters. A retired French chef was teaching these newcomers how to cook, and the last dish he made before leaving was dessert.

"In that case, let's do that."

When Li Wanwan opened her eyes again, she already had an idea. She then found an empty counter, rolled up her sleeves, and began to work.

We won't let you down.

Beside her, Huang Mei was surprised to see Li Wanwan make a decision so quickly. Then she looked at Qian Kubo Momo and showed a confident smile.

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"You must be the new transfer students. I met you at the opening ceremony. Xiaotao will be looking forward to your desserts."

"Teacher Bai Yuan, please have a seat."

Seeing the two already in place, Akane Momo exchanged a few pleasantries, and at that moment, someone brought over a chair, which she thoughtfully placed next to Shiro.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome."

Faced with Akane Momo's kindness, Bai Yuan did not refuse and sat down directly.

The girl took another chair handed to her from behind and sat down directly next to him. There was a wooden table in front of her, and she sat upright, like a porcelain doll.

"By the way, what conflict did you have with that Nyogijima? Why did you suddenly decide to have a food battle?"

With nothing else to do, Bai Yuan asked curiously.

Since most of the club members are high school juniors and seniors, he wasn't very well-known here, so no one paid any attention to him from the beginning.

He was really frustrated throughout the journey, and he didn't have a chance to ask the questions that were piquing his curiosity.

Now that Momoko Akane is sitting next to him, he can ask her about the whole story.

A combined food battle between two of the Elite Ten is no small matter in Totsuki Academy, yet he didn't hear a word about it. These people are really tight-lipped!

"Because Megijima became the third seat of the Elite Ten in this year's competition, his fame has attracted many new members to the Ramen Research Lab, turning it from a medium-sized club into a huge one."

This resulted in the ramen research club's space being too small to accommodate all its members.

So they set their sights on Momo's place and planned to steal it through a food battle. Aren't they wicked? This place clearly belongs to Momo.

When asked about the reason for this team food battle, Momoko Akane pouted somewhat discontentedly, and her hands, which were hanging on her lap, unconsciously clenched into fists.

"I see."

Bai Yuan nodded, but did not respond to her.

The law of the jungle is the motto of Totsuki Academy, and Bai Yuan doesn't think she would fight for such an opportunity if it were given to the other party.

It's just that I happen to be the one being challenged.

The third and fourth seats of the Elite Ten may seem like small figures, but the difference between them is significant, making this battle unpredictable.

The members of the dessert research club might worry that, in the end, they might resort to desperate measures, which is understandable.

"They started."

I wonder what kind of desserts I can make…

Just as Bai Yuan and Qian Jiubo Momo were chatting, a hushed conversation suddenly came from the crowd, which made the two of them turn their attention to it.

Li Wanwan was the first to start cooking.

"Hello, could you please get me a few copper molds?"

After glancing at the counter and checking the ingredients, Li Wanwan spoke to Chun Cai, who was watching beside her, because Chun Cai seemed the easiest to talk to.

"Ah good."

Haruna nodded and ran back to the counter without hesitation, handing her the copper mold she used.

"Thank you."

Taking the mold, Li Wanwan thanked him softly, then looked away and began cooking.

This six-piece mold is used to make a French dessert. The first step requires two vanilla pods, 280 grams of milk, and 30 grams of butter.

Scrape the vanilla seeds from the vanilla pod, pour them into the milk along with the vanilla pod, add the butter, and cook over heat until the water just begins to boil for ten seconds.

The cooking time here shouldn't be too long, otherwise the flavor will change.

The difference between having a teacher and not having one lies in this: if you don't have enough talent and no one specifically reminds you, you won't pay attention to these details.

Looking at the slightly open vanilla milk, Li Wanwan gracefully turned off the heat and set it aside to rest.

Next, add the slightly heated vanilla milk and stir clockwise to combine them. Then add the rum and vanilla pod and set aside to rest.

Place the mold in the oven and preheat it to 180 degrees Celsius for 4 minutes.

During this process, take out a small iron pot and add 40 grams of beeswax and 70 grams of butter.

After stirring and melting with a spoon, pour it into a preheated mold, swirl it around inside, then pour it out and let it drain and stand for about ten minutes.

This effectively prevents sticking to the mold.

Take out the vanilla milk that has been left to stand, filter it, pour it into a mold, and put it into a preheated oven. It will take about an hour.

"That's it!"

After placing the mold filled with vanilla milk into the oven, Li Wanwan breathed a long sigh of relief. In any case, it was finally completed successfully.

What she didn't notice was that Bai Yuan, not far away, frowned slightly, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but then stopped, and ultimately said nothing.

Momoko Akane remained calm, silently watching Li Wanwan cook until she pushed the mold into the oven before turning her gaze away.

the other side.

Huang Mei pondered deeply for a long time.

Finally, action began.

Her first step was astonishing.

"It's so thin! It looks thinner than paper! What kind of dessert is this? I don't think any dessert needs such a thin dough..."

Upon noticing the dough that Huang Mei was rolling out in her hand—or rather, the paper towel—a gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.

This piece of paper, which clearly appears to be less than 0.1 millimeters thick, grows longer and wider under the action of the rolling pin, as if there is no limit to it.

What kind of dessert is this?

The people around looked at each other, not knowing what Huang Mei was doing. Only Bai Yuan understood; to be precise, this was what he had taught her.

In order to develop her super-tactile abilities, she underwent special training, such as rolling dough to its limit, sprinkling flour by hand, and finally measuring the weight of the flour down to the gram.

If he is not mistaken, the dessert Huang Mei is making now is baklava, a famous Turkish dessert and considered the pinnacle of the dessert world.

As for why it's called ceiling, it's because it's really sweet.

A very thin layer of dough is topped with a layer of cream cheese and sprinkled with crushed pistachios. By layering the dough 20 times, it can be made into any shape.

Although she hadn't made this dish many times, Huang Mei had already memorized the process and had a deep impression of it.

The reason is simple: Bai Yuan used the White Serpent Chain to make this dessert. That giant serpent soaring in the sky left an incredibly deep impression on her, one she would probably never forget in her lifetime.

"That's good, all that's left is syrup."

Place the prepared baklava dough into a baking pan, then put it into the preheated oven. Huangmei let out a long sigh of stale air.

"Is this a Turkish dessert? I had it several years ago, but the name is a bit hard to pronounce..."

Watching Huang Mei making syrup, Qian Kubo Momo seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked at Bai Yuan with her brows slightly furrowed as if she was recalling something.

Baklava.

Now we're doing the final step, which mainly uses granulated sugar and lemon.

It requires the combined action of temperature, acidity, water, and time to achieve a perfect balance in the sugar syrup; the lemon's role is to prevent it from solidifying.

Bai Yuan stated the name of the dish and concisely explained the role of each step in the process of preparing Huang Mei, emphasizing the importance of controlling the heat.

This would be quite difficult for others, but for Huang Mei, a genius with superhuman tactile senses, it was a piece of cake.

She effortlessly adjusted the syrup to the perfect consistency, and a slight smile appeared on her lips as she watched the thick yet smooth syrup flow down the long spoon.

Once the syrup is cooked, the cooking process reaches its final step.

Use oven mitts to remove the baklava from the oven and then pour hot, scalding syrup over it.

"Zi la la"

As the syrup and baklava collided, a sizzling sound immediately arose, like celestial music instantly brightening the ears, and a look of enjoyment appeared on everyone's face.

For chefs, this is definitely the most beautiful sound they hear in the kitchen.

However, when the food was finished, Huang Mei did not serve it immediately. Instead, she skillfully operated the coffee machine, freshly ground several cups of coffee, and served them to Bai Yuan.

"Teacher Bai Yuan, please have a taste."

She blinked her eyes, her posture charming and innocent, her face full of anticipation.

"Ah."

Bai Yuan nodded, reached out and picked up a piece of baklava, which had layers of flaky pastry on top and cheese and pistachio crumbs underneath.

I held it to my nose and smelled it.

It was an indescribably sweet aroma.

It has both the refreshing tartness of lemon and the rich caramel flavor produced by simmering sugar, creating a wonderfully complex and harmonious flavor.

He opened his mouth and took a bite without any hesitation.

The paper-thin pastry melts on the tongue with almost no chewing required, releasing a subtle crispness and exquisite delicacy.

Then, the rich and sweet flavor of the cheese slowly unfolded in Bai Yuan's mouth, its smoothness contrasting sharply with the lightness of the pastry.