The delicacies of the heavens begin with obtaining gem meat.

Jiang Yan carried a plate of freshly baked egg tarts to Erina and gently placed one in front of her.

"Orange-flavored flaky pastry egg tart with molten filling, please enjoy."

Erina Nakiri's gaze fell on the egg tart.

In terms of appearance alone, it is indeed impeccable.

He nodded slightly, his expression not changing much.

"It looks pretty good, so I'll reluctantly... give it a try."

As she spoke, Erina Nakiri picked up a knife and cut open the crispy tart crust.

With a soft "snap," the warm tart filling instantly overflowed, the orange syrup carrying a milky aroma, spreading an enticing sheen on the plate.

Cut off a small piece and put it in your mouth.

The tart crust is crisp and crunchy, bursting with flavor between your teeth, carrying the savory aroma of butter and the subtle saltiness of orange salt.

Then, the warm tart filling slid down my throat, silky smooth and sweet without being cloying.

The rich aroma of milk intertwines with the refreshing scent of orange, perfectly balancing the heaviness of the cream. The lingering aftertaste is as if countless tiny orange sprites are dancing on the tip of your tongue.

The exquisite flavor assaulted her taste buds, causing Erina to go limp and unconsciously let out a soft moan, the last syllable of which trembled almost imperceptibly.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, making her look radiant, and her eyes were misty with moisture.

Half-lying on the table, my consciousness seemed to float to the clouds, with a golden orange grove in front of me, sunlight filtering through the branches and leaves, warm and pleasant.

Jiang Yan looked at Erina Nakiri's appearance, a faint smile appearing on his lips, and quietly withdrew his gaze.

It seems his skill in "drug administration" has improved!

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Then, as the last bit of molten filling slid down her tongue and down her throat, Erina Nakiri did not hesitate and reached out to take a second orange-flavored molten filling egg tart from the tray.

And without using a knife and fork, he took a bite directly.

Watching Erina Nakiri's actions, Hisako Shinoto, standing to the side, widened her eyes slightly, a hint of curiosity rising in her heart.

Having served Erina for many years, she knew all too well how discerning Erina's divine tongue was.

Ms. Erina would usually only take a bite of the ordinary dishes.

Unexpectedly, Ms. Erina tried a second of Jiang Yan's orange-flavored flaky pastry egg tarts with a lava filling.

Jiang Yan looked at the curious Hisako Shinto and handed the plate towards her.

"Would you like to try some? I made quite a lot."

Hisako Shinoto's gaze lingered briefly on the golden tart crust.

The puff pastry was baked to perfection, with the edges slightly curled up and an enticing caramel color. A faint aroma of orange mingled with the sweet scent of eggs and milk, making one's tongue itch with desire.

But Hisako Shinoto quickly lowered her eyelashes and gently shook her head.

"Excuse me, Jiang Yan, this is working hours."

As the chief judge, it is perfectly reasonable for Ms. Erina to taste the dishes.

But she is Erina Nakiri's secretary, and her current task is to assist the chief examiner in completing the assessment.

It's naturally not suitable to go and enjoy the food.

Jiang Yan didn't try to persuade him further. He smiled and picked up an orange-flavored flaky pastry egg tart from the tray.

With a gentle pinch of the fingertips, a crisp "crack" was heard, and several pieces of the flaky pastry fell into the palm of the hand.

He casually raised his hand to put the crumbs into his mouth, then took a bite of the orange-flavored flaky pastry egg tart, chewing slowly and leisurely, his eyes full of contentment.

"Hey! Jiang Yansang!"

Soma Yukihira's voice came from the side.

He was holding a spatula in his hand, standing on tiptoe and looking this way, his eyes sparkling.

"Could I try your orange-flavored egg tart?"

"I'm so curious about what it tastes like!"

Jiang Yan glanced at Yukihira Soma and replied indifferently.

"Finish your cooking first. Don't worry, I still have plenty of egg tarts."

Upon hearing this, Soma Yukihira nodded and gave a crisp reply.

"it is good."

He then turned back to continue struggling with the eggs in the pot.

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While Soma Yukihira continued cooking, Erina Nakiri finished her second egg tart.

She gently touched her lower lip with her fingertips, a rare look of bewilderment flashing across her eyes, and then fell into a long silence.

Jiang Yan's dish left her momentarily speechless, unsure how to describe it.

Strictly speaking, this orange-flavored flaky pastry with a molten center has far exceeded her expectations.

The tart crust has distinct layers; one bite and it crumbles into crumbs. The subtle orange aroma perfectly balances the richness of the crust.

The tart filling is absolutely amazing; the warm, flowing filling slides down your tongue, and the rich orange aroma, combined with the creamy richness of the egg and milk, explodes in your mouth.

Sweet but not cloying, rich but not cloying, the two flavors blend perfectly together to create a harmonious taste that leaves her discerning palate with no room for complaint.

But it was precisely this perfect taste that gave Erina Nakiri an unprecedented surprise.

Her divine tongue can precisely distinguish the proportions of every ingredient in a dish, taste the subtle differences in spices, and discern the cooking temperature...

But she was helpless against the faint orange scent in the tart crust.

It has neither the astringency of orange peel nor the cloying sweetness of orange juice; the orange aroma seems to emanate from the very core of the flaky pastry, refreshing and clean.

She couldn't figure out what method Jiang Yan had used at all.

This curiosity even overshadowed the amazing taste.

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After a long silence, Erina Nakiri finally raised her head and looked directly at Jiang Yan, her eyes showing a hint of seriousness.

"You've passed."

The requirement for this assessment is to create a dish using eggs that will satisfy her divine tongue.

Jiang Yan not only did it, but did it exceptionally well.

Judging solely by the quality of these egg tarts, they are no less than those of students from the Totsuki Academy.

With this level of ability, one can naturally pass this transfer student exam.

As for whether Jiang Yan can gain a foothold in the Far Moon Academy, that is his own business.

But... where does the orange aroma in the tart crust come from?

Erina Nakiri's fingertips unconsciously twitched, her curiosity growing wildly like vines, but the words she was about to say were swallowed back down.

Asking others for their cooking secrets would be tantamount to admitting that even her divine tongue can't taste certain flavors.

Jiang Yan had no idea how rich Erina Nakiri's inner thoughts were.

Upon hearing the word "qualified," Jiang Yan's smile deepened, and his anxiety finally subsided.

Next, all he needs to do is keep an eye on Soma Yukihira and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

Soon, Soma Yukihira strode over, carrying a white porcelain bowl.

The bowl is filled with perfectly separated scrambled eggs, their golden color inviting.

He placed the bowl on the table in front of Erina, his tone full of confidence.

"Sorry to keep you waiting!"