Whose youth romance story begins with a witch's trial?!

Chang Rong retorted in a low voice, then asked Noah what he wanted to eat.

"Noah wants to eat the kind of food that flaps around, makes a 'biubiu' sound, emits golden light, and then a giant dragon emerges from it!"

"That kind of thing is impossible to make... No, if we let Meruru pick some hallucinogenic mushrooms... No, no, that's not right, it's definitely impossible to make it...!"

You should stop believing the false advertising in the world of bizarre cuisine, Noah!

"We want to eat those big, meaty bones, the kind that will restore our stamina and strength to full."

"No... I can't make that kind of thing either..."

"【If you can't make this or that, what are you here for, to make instant noodles?】" "Rongrong is an idiot, a worthless idiot."

"Waaaaah...!"

As expected, the jellyfish virus has shown signs of human-to-human transmission. Unable to fulfill the wishes of the two girls, Chang Rong, who was called a "minor fish," was instead wearing an apron and squatting in a corner, pitifully dripping small pearls.

"Alright, then let Noah eat the 220V light bulb, and let An'an eat the beef marinated with 13 kinds of medicine! Let's eat, why all the nonsense!"

"Waaaaah!?" "[That, that's the Witch Slayer potion!? I don't want it...!!]"

The majestic voice of the Great King suddenly came from outside the kitchen, instantly startling the two mischievous children into a frenzy and putting them into spiky mode. But as the saying goes, once bitten, twice shy, this time Noah and An'an immediately realized that it was Baosheng Mag using her magic [voice imitation] to cause trouble again.

"Margot, you wicked woman...!" "[I...I'm really going to control you!]"

The two little ones stared at Baosheng Mag, while the mysterious purple man chuckled.

"Just kidding~ But Chang Rong, you don't need to be so accommodating to them, okay? It's better to be a little more assertive and stick to your own opinions; that way, girls will like you more, hehe~"

"Be tougher...? I understand. So, Marge, is there anything you'd like to eat?"

Chang Rong nodded and wrote down Bao Shengma's golden words of wisdom. Sigma men should not always be humble and tolerant. Expressing their opinions appropriately may make it easier for others to accept their suggestions.

I've completely mastered it. Now I'm going to go and confront Hiro, and say no to her face so she can't play the kissing game!

"Oh? I didn't expect there would be one for me, Brother Chang Rong... Hehehe, in that case, please take off your clothes and only keep the apron on~"

Baosheng Mag put his hands together on the left side of his cheek, tilted his head slightly, and smiled as he spoke.

"……Why?"

"I'm tired of all kinds of dishes, but if it's you, Chang Rong, it might be a very interesting and novel experience! That's right, let me try your flavor~"

Baosheng Mag's cheeks flushed slightly, but this 'shyness' was clearly an act she was putting on.

"Wow, you actually had this trick up your sleeve... So, Noah... also wants to eat Rongrong!"

"Hey hey hey!?"

Noah Kinosaki, who originally wanted to steal a flashbang, changed his mind at the last minute and said he wanted to try the rabbit, which made Chang Rong's eyes widen instantly.

What the hell... Hannibal? Help! I'm surrounded by Hannibal!

No, according to Professor Margot's own account, in this situation, she should have—

"But I refuse!" One should refuse with the righteous indignation of a Sigma man!

“Mmm, the more food struggles, the more delicious it tastes.” Baosheng Mag rejected Chang Rong’s refusal.

"Eek!? Teacher, this is different from what you taught me!?"

Actually, there's nothing wrong with what Mag teaches. Whether you agree or not is one thing, but whether the other party agrees or not is another matter entirely.

"Are you guys idiots...?!"

Natsume Anan held up her sketchbook but was completely ignored, and could only watch helplessly as this nonsensical farce continued.

Volume 1: Chapter 173. The Restaurant Massacre

"By the way, Xiaoxue, you don't like spicy food, do you—uh... eh...?"

Inside the kitchen, Chang Rong, who was talking to himself in front of the stew pot, turned around and blurted out a question. But when he turned around, he did not see the snowflake-like figure in his subconscious. Instead, he only saw the purple kimono butterfly girl, Bao Sheng Ma Ge, leaning against the kitchen door frame and giving him a playful smile.

"Oh dear, who is 'Xiaoxue'? Is it Sherry-chan? Speaking of which, Sherry-chan seems to be particularly interested in Chang Rong-ge. When you're not looking, Sherry is always secretly observing you with a magnifying glass, isn't she? That look... yes, that look is like she'll rush to your side the moment you're out of sight, twist her neck forcefully, and crack—"

"Uh huh huh!?"

Hearing the unexpectedly interesting name made Margot smile and tease the white-haired chef in front of her like she was playing with prey. Seeing the chef's startled and delighted expression after hearing the story of the mysterious brake pads made Margot so satisfied that she wanted to blurt out, "Thank you for the meal, I'm full!"

At this moment, Chang Rong was making curry in the kitchen. Since she did not know Annoya's specific taste, Chang Rong ultimately chose to make the relatively conservative and almost foolproof curry dish.

"But I didn't expect you to be so skilled at housework, Chang Rong. You're really amazing. Did you learn that skill while taking care of that 'Snow'? Hehe~?"

"Hmm, I'm not quite sure either... [Xiaoxue]..."

"Oh dear, I was just kidding!"

Baosheng Mag blinked. That last sentence was just something he'd made up on the spot, one of countless lies he couldn't even remember. But the boy in front of him seemed lost in thought after hearing it, even exuding a somber aura like that of a widowed man. Mag quickly waved his hand, trying to move on from the topic.

"Speaking of which, it's not good to let Chang Rong be the only one running around. Is there anything I can do? For example... wipe your sweat? Massage your shoulders? When you feel tired, sit beside you and gently encourage you?"

Baosheng Mag deliberately used a gentle and virtuous voice, saying things that would make Shiro explode and yell, "She's using all my words!" if he were nearby.

"Hmm, no need, Marge. It's just cooking, it's not tiring at all. Besides—Marge, don't you dislike physical contact?"

Chang Rong recalled how she had tried to soothe Mag in front of the confessional, only to have Mag recoil. Not only then, but even in the art studio, Mag had been wary of her getting close and would actively back away to create distance.

Even the most oblivious person could realize that this girl didn't like being touched by men.

"You hate being touched... Heh, is that so? Chang Rong, the way you so seriously and confidently draw your conclusion is really cool. But what if that's also part of my 'pretense'?"

Baosheng Mag's smile grew increasingly seductive. She gently moved closer to Chang Rong, extending her hand, clad in a black silk glove, and lightly clung to Chang Rong's wrist like a venomous snake.

"Huh...? Mag, you—" Chang Rong's eyes widened, startled by Bao Sheng Mag's behavior.

"How about we start by teaching me how to chop vegetables? After all, that way you can hug me from behind, with our hands pressed together like we are now, feeling each other's heartbeats while you teach me how to cut vegetables and meat...right?"

Baosheng Mag's palm gently stroked Chang Rong's body, but when she tried to move her gloved hand from her arm to Chang Rong's chest, she was almost instinctively stunned, as if stimulated by an electric current.

"Well……!"

Something she didn't want to be touched flashed through her mind, causing her to freeze in place. But Baosheng Mag immediately gritted her teeth imperceptibly, trying to force herself to continue the 'deception' she was in.

Calm down, Baosheng Mag. You're quite the con artist, aren't you? Isn't it your kind of 'fun' to manipulate these naive, responsible teenagers?

Just think of this stinging feeling as the 'excitement' you feel when you're caught cheating. After all, he'll never be the one you love, right?

Baosheng Mag said this to himself, taking a deep breath, intending to force himself to complete the 'deception' that was already halfway through.

Just as her hands were about to slip through the apron and collar, preparing to invade Chang Rong's more intimate areas—

"Alright, alright, I sensed your ambition, Mag, and I understand your determination to do something for everyone. So, you're in charge of washing this pot of vegetables. Remember to scrub all the mud off!"

The warm and soft touch in my palm was instantly replaced by the cold stainless steel basin.

"—Huh?"

Even Baosheng Mag made a rare, somewhat endearing sound of confusion.

Just as she was being stroked, the boy in front of her suddenly pulled back and broke free from her hands, then casually stuffed a vegetable bowl from the table next to her into her arms, instantly turning the warm rabbit into a cold vegetable bowl.

"This is revenge! Revenge for you stirring things up in the art studio, Mag... so you'd better obediently help wash the vegetables."

Chang Rong held up a finger to Bao Shengma Ge, pretending to be angry, and then turned around to process the beef, as if nothing had happened. However, judging from the lingering warmth on his flushed cheeks after he turned around, Bao Shengma Ge's stroking was not entirely ineffective.

Could it be that he sensed my hesitation and therefore deliberately distanced himself?

Hmm, wouldn't thinking like that be putting too much credit on Chang Rong? Hehe, after all, I'm not the kind of person who would make assumptions about others out of kindness.

There is no such thing as kindness without reason in this world. Just as I only acted to savor his embarrassed and manipulated expression, Brother Chang Rong must also want something from me, which is why he did this...?

Baosheng Mag hesitated for a moment, unable for the first time to comfortably assume the worst about someone else's intentions.

But seriously... this pot of vegetables... has so much mud, way too much!

Looking at the dirty bowl of carrots, potatoes, and onions in his hands, Baosheng Mag finally broke out in a cold sweat. Putting everything else aside, at least Chang Rong's claim that this was "revenge" against him was probably true.

Just as Baosheng Mag was struggling with this large pot of mud mixed with a small amount of vegetables—

"Noah's coming to help too!!" "[I was just dragged along...]"

The two little ones also joined the kitchen. Noah Kinosaki excitedly raised his hand, indicating that he wanted to help Chang Rong cook, while An'an Natsume reluctantly held up her sketchbook and complained. However, judging from her expression, it wasn't that she disliked it, but rather that she found it troublesome.

"Oh, perfect timing, gentlemen! This bowl of vegetables—"

"No way, Mag, outsourcing is forbidden!"

"Oh dear... how heartless, Brother Chang Rong~"

Before Baosheng Mag could even plot against the two children, Chang Rong's smile vetoed and shut down her little scheme.

It looks like he's really gotten himself into trouble this time...

Baosheng Mag responded with a wry smile, while taking off his gloves and tucking them into the sash of his purple mesh kimono. He then placed the bowl of vegetables into the sink and began to give them a massage spa with a subtle expression.

It's clear that the con artist's natural enemies are innocent rabbits and fruits and vegetables; at least, his proud techniques have little effect on them.

"【Hmph, even the Butterfly Woman has met her match—anyway, since we've reluctantly come to help, then you have nothing to be afraid of, you perverted monster!】" Seeing Marg get humiliated, Natsume Anan instantly puffed up her chest and patted her sketchbook.

"An'an, don't you know how to cook?" Chang Rong tilted her head, wondering where Xia Mu An'an's confidence came from.

"【NONONO, I'm a hardcore gamer who's completed every single Cooking Mama game, and I've watched at least 10 seasons of Hell's Kitchen!】"

"I don't really feel like it can be used as a reference... But An'an, why don't you give it a try? Cut this piece of beef into even small cubes, can you do that?"

"Don't underestimate us!"

Natsume Anan took the knife from Chang Rong and confidently walked to the cutting board. She stepped on the orange crate, raised the knife, and held the position.

"An'an?"

"I...I'm just looking for the death line of this piece of meat...!!" Natsume An'an immediately said, "Don't rush, I'm still activating my Mystic Eyes."

"It's already dead, so let's just give it a quick death and not let it perish a second time, okay?"

"Of course we know!"

"Hmm...maybe we should just forget about it. Actually, beef can be a bit slippery after thawing because of the fat, and you might accidentally cut your hand—"

"Come on, let's make another cut...!" Natsume An'an ignored Chang Rong's warning about the risks. Now that things had come to this point, it concerned her reputation as a great writer, so how could she back down so easily!

brake!

A flash of cold silver light appeared, and the next second, a blood-red butterfly danced gracefully from Noah's fingertips.