Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Culinary Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 1007 Muscular Succubus

Hinako Inui's assessment of the task was not too strict. Even if she made a mistake in cooking the first time, she would not be eliminated immediately.

According to her, as long as the dishes are presented within the specified time, that's fine. She also has the same requirement for the interns at her restaurant.

Making mistakes is not a problem; what's important is to correct them promptly and learn from them so that you won't repeat them in the future.

Compared to the lecturer who fired a student for using hairspray in the morning without a word, this one is indeed much more lenient. Of course, once the time limit is over, he will still be ruthless when necessary.

In other words, those who can't correct their mistakes in time don't deserve to stay at her restaurant. She now treats students like employees of her own shop: "Of course, cute girls still get preferential treatment here. Xiaohui, why don't you come work at my Misty House?"

Faced with a sudden offer from the owner of a famous restaurant, the country girl seemed a little flustered: "Ah, Instructor Inui, I haven't graduated yet."

"Then after graduation."

"But I don't even know if I'll be able to graduate from Totsuki Academy."

"It's okay, I believe you can graduate smoothly."

[Can you all please stop having more confidence in me than in myself?]

Megumi Tadokoro felt a strange pressure, a pressure called the expectations of others.

"Of course, even if you don't graduate successfully, I can still take you in."

Hinoki added another sentence.

"Instructor Qian, may I ask why you think so highly of me?"

"Of course! You're a lovely girl!"

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Upon noticing this, Tadokoro Megumi instinctively took a step back and hid behind Broly.

"In addition, I saw your meticulousness as a kitchen helper while you were preparing the food."

Inui Hinoko added another explanation.

"Thank you for your compliment. I will visit your mist house if I have the chance in the future."

I look forward to your arrival.

As Inui Hinako smiled, her cell phone rang in her pocket.

"Moshi Moshi?"

"Moxi, what time is it? Why aren't the students coming back yet?"

A male voice roared from the other end of the microphone, and Hinako Inui instinctively shrank her neck.

"I'm sorry, Shinomiya-senpai, I'll be right there."

After apologizing to Inui, he looked at the students who were still busy trying to salvage the situation at the kitchen counter.

"I'm sorry, everyone, you didn't pass the assessment. Perhaps choosing a future goal other than becoming a chef would be more suitable for you."

"How could this be—"

"So close, damn it—"

In the cooking room, the eliminated students wailed and complained, but their expulsion was already a fait accompli.

After cleaning up the kitchen, everyone went outside to line up for the bus that was coming to pick them up.

"Oh, it's you. Thanks for reminding me earlier."

Soma Yukihira boarded the train, and while arranging his seat, he noticed a familiar-looking boy sitting next to him. The boy's eyes lit up, and he greeted the boy.

"No, did I even speak to you? And what did you thank me for reminding you of?"

Takumi frowned, looking impatient, and stared at Soma Yukihira.

"Oh, so that wasn't a reminder after all. I thought it was—"

Soma Yukihira immediately recounted the sarcastic remark he had heard from the other party when he was trying to catch the pig.

"Although we eventually caught the pig, and your so-called reminder was completely useless, I still want to thank you."

"Brother, he took your mockery as a helping hand. Although he wasn't helpful at all, he still thanked you. That's much more polite than you are."

The slightly chubby boy sitting in the back covered his mouth and chuckled.

"Shut up, Isami!"

The blond boy's face flushed slightly. He hadn't even issued a challenge, yet the person he was hostile to was thanking him. This was simply too much to bear.

"Soma Yukihira, you just wait. The six-day, five-night cooking training camp is still a long way off. I'll show you what real combat cooking is all about."

Takumi pointed at Yukihira Soma and said.

"Uh, oh."

Soma Yukihira felt somewhat confused, but still replied.

"If your grades are not as good as mine at that time, you will have to apologize and say that what you said at the opening ceremony was just boasting."

However, Takmi's next words cleared up his doubts.

"I see. So you're one of those students who dislike me because of what I said and who lack practical cooking experience. Fine, I accept your challenge."

"What the hell is this student representative without practical cooking experience? I'm not one of those guys. I have plenty of practical cooking experience. My family runs an Italian restaurant, and I started practicing cooking in the family restaurant when I was 5 years old. Don't lump me in with those guys."

"Is that so? If that's the case, then what's the meaning behind your inexplicable hostility towards me?"

Soma Yukihira scratched his head.

"I don't hate you, it's just that when you started making sweeping generalizations, you hit me too."

"But don't you have practical experience? I wasn't talking about someone without practical experience."

"You're saying you want to be above everyone else!"

Takmi corrected him.

"Oh, is that so? Hmm, I think that's what I said back then. Haha, I'm so sorry, I made a big fuss and dragged you into it too."

"So, is this an apology for your boasting?"

Takumi wore a mocking smile, while Soma Yukihira gradually suppressed his smile.

"No, I'm just apologizing for the fact that my cooking skills are superior to yours."

While Soma Yukihira was arguing with someone in front, Broly was holding Megumi Tadokoro's hand and giving the girl a forearm massage.

Megumi Tadokoro initially wanted to refuse, but Broly insisted that there might be a cooking challenge that evening: "Let's relax our muscles a bit now."

"It'll be good for you to prepare for the next exam."

Under such persuasion, Tadokoro Megumi accepted the massage of her forearm. And to her surprise, the area of ​​her forearm being massaged felt tingly and numb, as if a weak electric current was passing through it, which she found very comfortable.

If other parts of the body could also be massaged like this by Brother Broly —

Such a thought involuntarily surfaced in her mind, and by the time Tadokoro Megumi realized what she was thinking, her ears gradually turned red.

Thank goodness, these were just my thoughts, I didn't say them aloud, so Brother Broly doesn't know.

Tadokoro Megumi secretly glanced at Broly.

"What's wrong? Is the massage uncomfortable?"

Broly noticed her gaze, looked up at her, and asked.

"Ah, no, it feels so good—"

The girl hurriedly avoided eye contact, feeling her heart pounding wildly.

Broly gave her a strange look. Judging from Tadokoro Megumi's rapidly beating pulse, she was clearly a little aroused.

If it were a more private place, and with someone he had already established a relationship with, Broly had no doubt that even if he wanted to do something more intimate, the other person probably wouldn't resist.

"Xiao Hui————"

"Um?"

Come to my room tonight.

"what?"

"I see your shoulders are also a bit congested. Come over tonight and I'll give you a massage."

"Well----"

The braided girl, whose heart had been racing because of Broly's words, finally relaxed.

[Oh, so you were talking about massage ————]

While I felt relieved, I also felt a subtle sense of loss.

"That won't be necessary—"

Megumi Tadokoro instinctively refused.

"But my shoulders are a little sore, I'd like Xiaohui to come and massage them for me."

Broly didn't press the matter, and then said something else.

"Okay, I'll go over tonight."

This time, Megumi Tadokoro didn't refuse, after all, Broly usually took good care of her.

The bus drove back to the previous hotel, where some students from other groups had already returned, though there were fewer of them than in the morning.

"Those students who were rejected have been deported; there appear to be over a hundred of them."

Ryoko Sakaki said from the side that they had returned earlier than Broly and the others.

"Those of us at Polaris Dormitory are fine; everyone landed safely on the first day."

"Ibuzaki said."

"Do you call that a safe landing?"

Broly pointed to Marui Zenji, who was lying on the ground and looked somewhat pale, and asked.

"The instructors who brought Marui were made to find their own ingredients in the mountains and forests. Marui's physical strength wasn't very good to begin with, so they exhausted him."

"Isn't that the same type of topic as our lecturer's? But isn't it just about finding ingredients for cooking in the mountains? Is it really necessary to exaggerate like that, as if everything has burned out?"

Yukihira Souma said strangely.

"Yukihira, do you know how much effort I put into catching this chicken?"

"I don't know about that, but under the same topic, Brother Broly easily caught a whole bunch of prey."

He has pigs, ducks, chickens, and fish. If he hadn't been without beef and lamb, I have no doubt he could have caught them all and cooked them too.

"Ugh, Yukihira, you're such a jerk! Why can't I be under the same lecturer as Broly?"

Marui Zenji was genuinely envious. Both of them were tasked with finding ingredients on their own, but Marui was practically exhausted, while Yukihira Soma seemed to be carried by Broly.

Well, at least you weren't eliminated.

"I'll treat everyone to sports drinks so we can all get back to our energy."

Broly, without anyone noticing, went and bought some sports drinks, then distributed one bottle to each of the Polaris Dormitory members.

Thanks.

These fellow students in the dormitory did not refuse; they accepted the gifts one by one and thanked them.

"This drink seems to be quite effective."

Marui Zenji was somewhat surprised after drinking it.

"It's probably because you used up a lot of energy."

Broly smiled and said that he naturally couldn't tell the other person that this was the reason he was throwing anger at them.

"That's true. I need to remember the brand and buy some to keep on hand."

Yoshino Yuuki's words drew nods of agreement from the others.

Perhaps, we should try to create some vitality potions in this world.

Broly thought to himself.

"I'm going to bring water to Erina and the others. You guys go back to the hotel first."

Broly said something to his friends at Polaris Dormitory and then ran off to find Erina and the others.

Surprisingly, their projects were the same: cooking with ingredients prepared by themselves, the only difference being the theme of the dishes they made.

"So, Erina-sensei, what dish did you make?"

"Vegetarian French mushroom soup".

"Why aren't you making meat dishes?"

"Hmph, my forest has more mushrooms."

Erina Nakiri snorted and spoke, while Hisako Shinoto stood beside her, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"Broly, I made French-style baked chicken drumsticks with cream."

Mito Ikumi was more proactive, coming over to tell me about the dishes she had made.

"Lady Erina couldn't catch the chicken, so I wanted to share some with her, but she refused."

"Mito, shut up! It's not that I can't catch it, I just don't want to make a mess of myself just to chase a chicken."

The truth came out: although Erina Nakiri was an excellent cook and had decent physical strength, her methods for capturing live animals were clearly lacking.

Some.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you may be tired today, but now it's time to relax. In such a luxurious hotel, the bathrooms, dinners, and other amenities are undoubtedly top-notch. Let's enjoy this free and luxurious time!"

Broly, who was leading Erina and the others back, saw Yoshino Yuuki looking expectant as soon as he got close, and she was saying these words.

"These are bodybuilding students from the University of Sport who are training nearby. In addition, people from other sports schools such as the rugby club and wrestling club will also come."

Your task tonight is to prepare fifty dishes each within sixty minutes. Those who finish can rest and move around freely; those who fail will be fired.

"There really is a test tonight?!" Tadokoro Megumi looked at Broly and asked, "Brother Broly, did you receive advance notice?"

"No, I was just saying it offhand."

Broly shook his head.

Meanwhile, the lecturer on stage had already lifted the lid of the pot on the table and announced that the dish to be made tonight was steak rice.

"Senior Guan Shou, what about our dinner?"

Yoshino Yuuki raised her hand to ask a question.

"Only those who have prepared fifty dishes can prepare their own dinner. The ingredients are provided free of charge by the hotel, but it is a daily requirement."

The leftover side dishes from the hotel did not include any expensive ingredients.

"So, a lavish meal—"

"You are students, staff, not guests. There is no such thing."

Yoshino Yuuki was deeply shocked.

"We only get company meals, and we have to make them ourselves —"

"Instructor Guan, if we prepare fifty dishes and then want to have a lavish meal, can we buy the ingredients ourselves?"

"Sure, after you're free to explore, if you've paid for your own meals, you're guests at the Far Moon Resort. Guests are welcome to order food."

"I'll treat everyone to dinner after I finish cooking tonight."

Broly said.

"Ah, Master Broly, you are simply my angel!"

Upon hearing this, Yoshino Yuuki rushed over and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Hey, you! Let go! Stop squeezing Broly!"

Mito Ikumi called out anxiously from the side.

[Damn it, I really want to hug him like that too————]

"Hey, did you guys see that? That guy's got real skills!"

"Yeah, you can tell by looking at their arm circumference, they've definitely trained."

"Let's go over there and confront him."

After chatting amongst themselves for a while, the students from the bodybuilding department of Shangwan University walked towards Broly in groups.

"Hey friend, are you the chef who's cooking for us tonight?"

"Uh, yes, what's wrong?"

Broly looked at the group of people strangely, wondering what they wanted to say.

"We're from the bodybuilding department, could you do it for us all by yourself?"

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"That's right, we all agree that only dishes made by truly muscular men are the most suitable for us to eat."

The head of the bodybuilding club at Shangwan University was speaking, while the burly club members behind him were performing various bodybuilding exercises.

Broly: "Judging by your physique, we know you've definitely worked out. We know you know what we need, so please, have dinner tonight!"

The minister clasped his hands together, flexed his biceps, and made his request.

"Uh, guests, I must remind you that the dishes I prepare must conform to the theme given by the lecturer tonight."

"Our bodybuilding department has plenty of funding and we're willing to pay extra to have this person cook whatever we want for us."

Guan Shou glanced at the bodybuilding department head, whose arm circumference was not small, and then at Broly, whose arm circumference was even thicker than the other's.

Good heavens, this is a muscle succubus! She actually got customers to pay extra to change the steak menu to a à la carte menu.