Zongman: The post-2D era

He stood up and led Feng Feng and Matou Sakura to the experimental table nearby, on which were placed various spice bottles, colorful and fragrant.

“Learning for love is the highest realm of cooking.”

Ye Shanliang said softly, his fingertips gently sliding across the rows of spices, finally stopping in front of a bottle of dark brown powder, "This is the lingering fragrance powder after grinding mocha beans. It can give curry a unique layer and depth."

Feng Feng stared intently at Ye Shanliang's every move, while Matou Sakura stood beside him with anticipation in her eyes.

As Ye Shanliang explained, he demonstrated how to blend spices accurately. Gradually, the air was filled with a charming atmosphere mixed with the aroma of coffee and various spices, which was intoxicating.

Feng Feng followed every meticulous move of Ye Shanliang with full concentration. His eyes showed both a desire for knowledge and a deep commitment to Matou Sakura.

At this time, Matou Sakura gently stood up and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, there is something urgent at school, I have to go back first."

Feng Feng nodded gently and watched her leave. Although he felt reluctant, he also understood.

Seeing this, Ye Shanliang continued to teach in depth. He gently opened the bottles of spices, as if conducting a symphony of scents.

“It’s cinnamon, adding warmth, and it’s cloves, providing a spicy surprise.”

As he spoke, he mixed the spices according to the proportions. The addition of each spice made the smell in the air richer and more layered.

Feng Feng listened and took notes, occasionally looking up, his eyes through the window lattice, imagining the figure of Sakura Matou hurriedly walking through the campus.

Seeing this, Ye Shanliang secretly sighed in his heart: "It's not easy to be a young lady's man."

"Let's actually make some curry. I'll teach you my best recipe. It should be enough to handle that young lady!"

Feng Feng stood in front of the experimental table, holding the ground coffee beans tightly in his hands, and Ye Shanliang's instructions echoed in his ears.

He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes according to Ye Shanliang's instructions. The whole world seemed to be silent at this moment.

In the air, the lingering aroma of mocha beans, the warmth of cinnamon, and the spiciness of cloves are intertwined. Feng Feng uses his sense of smell to outline a picture, which is the melody of spices and coffee dancing together.

He carefully sprinkled the spice combination into the coffee powder, swirling it with his fingertips, and each touch was like a conversation with the soul of the ingredients.

When the last trace of aroma blended into the curry, he opened his eyes and saw a cup of temptingly colored and fragrant curry lying quietly in the pot, as amazing as a work of art.

"impossible!"

"Just now, this pot of curry glowed golden!?"

Beside Feng Feng, Ye Shanliang rubbed his eyes, tasted the curry mixed with coffee aroma again with an incredible look on his face, and frowned. "This... this is definitely not the spice combination I just taught you."

He muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on Feng Feng, his eyes full of amazement, "Your sense of smell has surpassed my divine nose!"

The sunlight shone through the half-open window onto the two of them, casting a golden glow on this incredible scene.

Feng Feng's hands trembled slightly, and there was a gleam of disbelief in his eyes. He looked down at the pot of curry that seemed to be touched by magic, and his heart was filled with unprecedented shock and joy.

In the air, the smells of various spices intertwined more closely, as if cheering for this olfactory miracle.

Ye Shanliang frowned and returned to the laboratory table unwillingly. He started to mix the spices himself. His movements were quick and precise, as if he was proving something.

Soon, a pot of steaming hot curry came out. He tasted it carefully, but his brows furrowed more and more.

My curry isn’t as good as yours.”

He slowly turned around, staring at Feng Feng with a sharp gaze, his tone filled with disbelief and challenge:

"Your curry has such magical power. I was careless. But who are you? Are you here to destroy the reputation of our Totsuki Research Institute?"

As he spoke, the atmosphere in the laboratory suddenly became tense, and the scent of the spices seemed to solidify at this moment, waiting for Feng Feng's answer.

Ye Shanliang's eyes were determined and the corners of his mouth curled up in a refusing to admit defeat. He turned around suddenly and his series of movements were smooth and fluent, instantly igniting the tense atmosphere in the laboratory.

On the laboratory table next to him, a row of brand new pots and pans were rapidly heating up, with steam rising like gunpowder smoke on a battlefield.

He is skilled in his technique, and every spice seems to have life in his hands, jumping, colliding, and releasing unprecedented fragrance.

With his unremitting efforts, more than a dozen pots of curry were baked one after another, colorful and fragrant, but none of them could compare to Feng Feng's.

Ye Shanliang's forehead was slightly sweaty, his eyes were filled with both frustration and burning fighting spirit. He raised his head suddenly and looked directly at Feng Feng: "Let's use this final challenge to decide who is the real king of smell!"

"Feng Feng, let's have some food battle!"

Chapter 956: Food Wars: Shokugeki no Soma

Wednesday, February 10

The school is still replaying the science and education video with the key points. In the video, a famous theologian analyzes live why Feng Feng went to the world of Food Wars!

The first players who entered the dungeon died before they even opened their eyes, and moved on to other dungeons.

Some players who have died many times will follow Feng Feng into Food Wars!

Feng Feng and Hayama Ryo's food battle amazed everyone, and the curry photos uploaded on Matou Sakura's Twitter attracted the attention of countless netizens.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating Feng and Matou Sakura in Totsuki Academy.

Matou Sakura's eyes sparkled as she clung to Feng Feng like a kitten, shaking his sleeves with both hands and coquettishly saying, "Feng Feng-kun, please make curry for me once, okay~"

Feng Feng smiled helplessly and was about to speak when he heard a discordant cough suddenly.

A blonde young lady appeared not far away at some point. She was wearing a gorgeous school uniform and holding the transfer student's documents with her hands covering her lips. Her cough seemed to be somewhat deliberate, and her eyes were staring straight at Feng Feng, full of provocation and curiosity.

"You are the transfer student who got in through the backdoor. Grandpa said you have a more powerful nose than mine?"

"

Matou Sakura raised her eyebrows slightly and gently stopped Feng Feng who was about to speak. She took a step forward, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked over the slightly proud curves of the blonde lady without any hesitation, with a playful smile on her lips.

"Oh? The eldest daughter of one of the Ten Elites of Totsuki looks like this? It seems that the threshold of Totsuki is getting lower and lower. Any big-breasted and brainless little girl can get in."

"Or has Totsuki's current criteria for judging students become who has the fuller breasts, rather than etiquette, intelligence, and cooking skills?"

Her voice was neither too high nor too low, just loud enough for people around her to hear. There was a subtle chill and undisguised sarcasm in her words.

The blonde lady's face darkened, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she crossed her arms deliberately. Her gorgeous, large school uniform swayed gently in the breeze: "Defeated!"

Her eyes passed Matou Sakura and locked onto Feng Feng directly, with unquestionable arrogance. "Very good, since you want to show off so much, then I will be in charge of your transfer student exam. Now, take the exam here."

As she spoke, she pulled out a test paper from her folder and gently shook it open. On it were densely written the names of various ingredients and cooking requirements.

The sunlight shone on her golden hair, flashing a dazzling light, as if even the air was frozen by her aura.

Sakura Matou and the blonde lady, with piercing eyes and refusing to give in to each other, walked into an empty and tidy kitchen together.

The sunlight shone through the half-open window onto the smooth marble countertop, reflecting the figures of the two people confronting each other.

In the kitchen, various kitchen utensils are arranged neatly, reflecting a cold metallic luster.

Feng Feng stood at the door, watching this scene, feeling mixed emotions.

He smiled bitterly, thinking that the difficulty of the exam for him as a transfer student was simply doubled.

The image of myself clumsily making curry appeared in my mind, and I couldn't help but shake my head.

In the kitchen, Sakura Matou quickly put on an apron with a determined look in her eyes; while the blonde lady elegantly tied up her hair with a disdainful smile on her lips, as if she had already won the contest.

There is an invisible smoke in the air, foreshadowing that a battle of taste and wit is about to take place.

Feng Feng looked at the tense atmosphere in the kitchen and smiled bitterly. He lowered his head and stared at his hands, and the eldest lady's request to "make egg dishes" echoed in his mind, and his heart couldn't help but ripple.

He sighed softly. The only thing he was good at was curry. Facing this sudden challenge, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

At this moment, Matou Sakura's voice brushed across his heart like a spring breeze: "Feng Feng-kun, don't be afraid, just make the egg curry you are best at! Use your taste to conquer that arrogant guy."

There was unquestionable firmness in her words and a gleam of trust in her eyes.

Feng Feng felt a warm current in his heart when he heard this. He walked slowly to the kitchen, picked up an egg, cracked it gently, and the egg white and yolk slid into the bowl like silk. He stirred it attentively, as if he was performing a sacred ritual.

The sunlight shines through the window onto his face, reflecting a touch of determination and confidence.

Feng Feng carefully placed the golden egg curry on the plate, with a hint of uneasiness and anticipation in his eyes.

He looked at the dish that did not glow as expected, and his heart sank, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest.

The blonde lady picked up the cutlery gracefully, gently scooped up a spoonful of egg curry and put it into her mouth.

Her brows slightly furrowed, then quickly relaxed, with a hint of surprise in her eyes. Then, she tasted Matou Sakura's fragrant egg fried rice, with a meaningful smile on her lips.

She put down the cutlery and looked at Feng Feng with complicated eyes, with a hint of disbelief in her voice: "You really only learned cooking for one day?"

Feng Feng met her gaze, clenched his hands into fists, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"What defect did you eat?"

He nodded, feeling mixed emotions, nervous yet looking forward to the young lady's judgement.

The blonde lady gently put down the silver spoon in her hand, her eyes moving between Feng Feng and Matou Sakura, finally fixing on Feng Feng's nervous face.

The corners of her mouth curled up into a playful smile, and her eyes were both appreciative and critical: "Your egg curry is perfectly seasoned. Every bite can stimulate the carnival of taste buds."

"However, the control of the heat is a little immature, and the knife skills need to be improved. The cutting of the vegetables is like a child's hand, a little rough."

She pointed at Matou Sakura's plate of golden fried rice, her eyes becoming gentle and profound: "And this fried rice tastes different - it's the taste of love. Every grain of rice seems to be telling a story of warmth."

The eldest lady slowly walked towards Feng Feng, her golden hair sparkling in the sun, her eyes showing a hint of playfulness and seriousness. "Feng Feng, were you born into a culinary family? Are all the elders in your family good cooks?"

She asked softly, with a barely perceptible hint of curiosity in her words.

Feng Feng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, with a hint of shyness in his eyes: "No, my family has no cooking skills inheritance."

The eldest lady's lips curled up into a smile, with a strange light flashing in her eyes: "So, do you have a girlfriend?"

She suddenly changed the subject and asked a question that caught Feng Feng off guard.

Feng Feng's cheeks flushed slightly, and he was about to speak, but he saw the eldest lady's eyes become deep, as if she was lost in memories: "My grandfather once said that a true chef needs love to nourish him."

"Would you like to consider marrying me? Perhaps, we can give birth to a future chef god."

There was a hint of teasing and a hint of seriousness in her words, and her bright eyes were gleaming with anticipation and amusement.

"Don't even think about it! You have no shame!!"

Sakura Matou's voice echoes in Totsuki!

Chapter 957 There is Only One Island in the World

Thursday, February 11

The world of Food Wars!

The first players to enter the dungeon, the students, followed Feng Feng into Food Wars!. Among them, a great master from the mythical school was the most high-profile.