After three years of dormancy, the Gourmet Tyrant was born.

It forms beautiful, layered patterns like scales, shimmering with a golden luster.

The fish head and tail are kept intact and presented on the plate, curving upwards.

It resembles a lifelike squirrel's tail, playfully waving upwards.

The brightly colored sweet and sour sauce drizzled over the "squirrel tail" creates a striking contrast with the golden fish meat.

The entire dish is presented on a plate, its shape resembling a work of art, so beautiful that one hesitates to disturb it; it is warm and dazzling.

"Zheng! Zheng!"

"Thank you for your hard work, I won't be polite."

Fuyumi Mizuhara brandished her knife and fork, eager to try it.

"and many more."

Lu Xuanyu interrupted.

"For Chinese cuisine, chopsticks are more suitable as tableware."

“Starting from the root of a branch, the taste is better.”

As she spoke, a brand new pair of chopsticks was placed in front of Mizuhara Fuyumi.

Mizuhara Fuyumi glanced at it and said calmly:

"I'm not very good with chopsticks, so I'll use a knife and fork instead."

"Wait! It's fine normally, please use chopsticks to taste it, Mizuhara-senpai."

Lu Xuanyu interrupted the spellcasting again.

You usually use chopsticks, right?

We must see today just how mediocre it really is.

The delicious, fragrant dishes were right in front of him, but Lu Xuanyu kept interrupting them.

This further whetted Mizuhara Fuyumi's appetite!

"Ok."

As she spoke, Fuyumi Mizuhara held the two chopsticks in her palm.

After gesturing a couple of times, it tried to poke the squirrel-shaped yellow croaker.

Lu Xuanyu: "..."

Is this what you call "normal"?

This is something that is completely unusable.

“Normally, mentors don’t receive this kind of treatment.”

Lu Xuanyu took the chopsticks from Mizuhara Fuyumi's hand, picked up a whole squirrel-shaped yellow croaker, and held it to Mizuhara Fuyumi's mouth.

Miyoko Hojo: "!!!"

Tadokoro Megumi: "!!!"

Yoshino Yuki: "!!!"

The entire class: "!!!"

Fuyumi Mizuhara frowned: "What are you kidding me...?"

Halfway through her sentence, Lu Xuanyu's smug, condescending expression loomed over her.

"Eat up, it's delicious, hehe."

The sizzling sweet and sour aroma, mixed with the freshness of the yellow croaker, is exuded with a chilling fragrance.

This completely stopped Mizuhara Fuyumi from saying what she was going to say next, making it impossible for her to utter the rest of her words.

At the same time, her body instinctively moved closer to the chopsticks that Lu Xuanyu was using to pick up fish.

"No! We can't get close!"

"Fuyumi Mizuhara, do you even know what you're doing?!"

"The students are watching you. Are you sure you want to eat this?"

"Don't you care about your image anymore?"

"He did it on purpose! That brat did it on purpose!"

"He's just trying to get revenge on you for the letter of appointment you just received!"

"Stop it!"

"Stop! Fuyumi Mizuhara!"

"..."

Fuyumi Mizuhara repeatedly reminded herself of this.

One must not lose the dignity of a mentor in front of others.

The investigation isn't over yet; she still has to continue working.

But the body's instincts still couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food.

"Well!"

finally.

Mizuhara Fuyumi bit down on the chopsticks and accepted Lu Xuanyu's feeding.

"Crack!"

"Ugh..."

The crispy, golden-brown outer layer gently cracks between the lips and teeth.

The unique, delicate texture of the yellow croaker slowly unfolds in the mouth.

Fish that has been deep-fried often becomes dry, dehydrated, and hard.

Surprisingly, the squirrel-shaped yellow croaker retains its tender and juicy internal flesh.

The moment the golden coating is broken, the unique sweet and sour sauce awakens the dormant taste buds.

The flavors blend and intertwine with the yellow croaker meat, creating a gradual progression of layers that offer a lingering and delightful aftertaste.

"Peng!"

The sheer shock of the taste caused Mizuhara Fuyumi's clothes to rip inch by inch.

Open your eyes again.

Mizuhara Fuyumi, dressed in a bright red cheongsam, stood in the Chinese streets filled with red lanterns.

Colorful ribbons fluttered in the air, illuminating the dark streets and alleys.

A group of happy little elves held up long, fish-shaped lanterns.

A silvery laugh rang out around Mizuhara Fuyumi.

The warm and sweet atmosphere, combined with the ancient charm of this foreign land, captivated her.

Fuyumi Mizuhara ran from the street to the arched bridge, and from the arched bridge to the alley.

The deeper she went, the more she was drawn to the unique Chinese flavor.

The scene returns to the classroom.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"..."

Mizuhara Fuyumi kept her eyes closed, still enjoying the delicious squirrel-shaped yellow croaker.

With his divine hand, Lu Xuanyu was in no way inferior when it came to feeding with chopsticks.

As she ate the fish, Mizuhara Fuyumi became so engrossed that she completely forgot where she was.

I could only eat bite by bite, following my instincts.

The classroom fell into a sudden silence.

All the students stared in astonishment at Mizuhara Fuyumi's entranced state.

"Just how delicious is it? Has Instructor Mizuhara completely fallen for it?"

"We're almost finished eating, that was... a whole fish!"

"I'm so envious... I'm so envious of Mizuhara-senpai. I wish I could be fed by Genyu-kun too!"

"Just by looking at its color and appearance, I can imagine it must be incredibly delicious!"

"I've never seen Instructor Mizuhara make that face before, even after eating so many dishes!"

"As expected, no one can resist the cooking of the Elite Ten!"