Wrong, my props refresh every day

"that!"

Xier's attention was instantly diverted. She grabbed Xingjian's wrist and rushed forward, her long silver-gray hair drawing a shining arc in the sunlight.

"Let's buy some for a snack!"

Before Xing Jianshou could respond, she was pulled to the end of the queue. Xier's toes unconsciously drew a heart shape on the ground, and her apron strings swayed gently with her body.

"Mr. Hoshimi, do you like sweets?"

"return……"

"I love it the most! Especially the ones with maple syrup and fresh strawberries...ah!"

Xier was already jumping up and down, answering her own questions and gesturing with her hands, then suddenly turned around, with the ends of her hair brushing Xingjian's chin, but because she turned too sharply, she lost her balance and fell into Xingjian's arms.

Xingjian subconsciously held her shoulders, and felt the warm touch of her skin under the fabric in his palm.

The two were petrified instantly. The tips of Xier's ears turned pink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even her neck was stained with a faint crimson.

"..."

"..."

Time seemed to freeze for three seconds, and when the pancake stand owner shouted "Next customer", the two of them separated as if by electric shock.

Xi'er was busy adjusting her apron, which was not messy at all, while Xingjian pretended to be very interested in the clouds in the sky.

"Let's go check out the flour over there..." Xier's voice was an octave higher than usual, and she walked towards the grain area in unison.

Xingjian was about to catch up when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

He looked up sharply and saw a powerful cat-man adventurer on the roof of the market, with his spear sharp and making a gesture as if to cut his neck.

On the second floor opposite, four dwarf adventurers wearing golden armor, their four heavy weapons reflected a dazzling cold light.

What was even more terrifying was that at the top of the clock tower in the distance, a blond haired person was releasing lightning magic, and the lightning flashed coldly in the sunlight.

Will I die?

It’s guaranteed to kill you!!

Freya's family are all crazy! !

Meanwhile, in the shadows of the back alley.

"Stupid tape~ Xier just took the lead, meow~" Anya gently patted the depressed Liu with her palm.

Liu mechanically broke the detoxification grass in his hand, his eyes empty as if his soul had been taken away:

"They... kissed indirectly..."

"Eh?!"

"The pancakes...were shared...we used the same bottle of maple syrup..." The green-haired elf girl's voice seemed to come from the underworld.

Anya pressed her cat ears flat against her head and quietly took two steps back. At this moment, the black mist emerging behind the green-haired elf was about to condense into a solid entity, and even the passing gangsters were scared and took a detour.

"Next time it will be Liu's turn! Hahahaha!"

The cat girl tried to comfort...

………………

Chapter 2: Demeter: I ate the glowing food and my clothes are about to explode~

The early morning sunlight shone through the grape vines, casting mottled shadows in the backyard. Xingjian was tidying up the last cooking table. His sleeves were stained with flour, and dozens of kitchen utensils were arranged in front of him.

From the flame-regulated stove specially made by the Hephaestus family to the mini egg beater with cat paw prints.

"Clang clang~Mr. Xingjian!" Xier suddenly jumped out from behind. Her canary yellow apron was particularly dazzling in the sun. Her white chef's hat was tilted, with a homemade "Win" badge pinned on it.

Xier.Frois, special training mode ON!

Xingjian noticed that Xier had changed her hairstyle on purpose. Her long hair, which was usually loose, was braided into a pigtail, but the disobedient curly hair on her right temple was still sticking up.

"First..." Hoshimi flipped open Mia's mother's handwritten recipe, and there were suspicious traces of sauce on the parchment.

“Let’s start with the most basic omurice.”

Hoshimi took out the [Memory Bread], and fine lines appeared on the golden surface. When the bread came into contact with the recipe, those lines suddenly flowed and turned into glowing text and three-dimensional images.

The arc of the egg liquid's rotation, the frequency of wrist shaking, and even the optimal 45° angle between the spatula and the pan.

“It’s amazing! It’s like watching a culinary illusion!”

When Xier came closer, her big gray eyes sparkled.

"Eat it and you'll master these techniques. But remember to eat less, or you'll lose your memory if you get diarrhea."

Xingjian handed over the bread and said

Before she could finish her words, Xier had already taken a big bite of the meal. In an instant, her gray pupils suddenly dilated, and the words of the recipe flashed across her irises like a shooting star.

"I saw it!"

Xier suddenly raised the spatula high. "To cool the eggs, Mia's mom actually added honey to the egg liquid! And the timing of flipping the pan..."

The wooden countertop suddenly vibrated.

Xier cut the egg as fast as the wind. The eggshell drew a parabola in the air, and the yolk fell accurately into the silver bowl. Then, because of the excessive force, it splashed directly onto the chandelier. When Xier continued to light the stove, the flames shot up two meters high.

"Wait a minute, Xi'er! That's the magic stove's extreme mode!"

"Eh? But this temperature is perfect~"

Xier hummed a song as she poured in the egg liquid. Oil stars exploded like fireworks, and the material in the pan began to expand strangely, gradually forming the shape of a crater.

Xingjian watched helplessly as the surreal "Omurice" spurted out, passed through the kitchen window, and landed on Anya's head.

Anyag froze in place, the sticky egg liquid slowly sliding down the cat girl's face. The cat girl wiped her face, gently licked the hot fried egg, and immediately stuck out her tongue:

"it hurts!!"

Like the city's fastest adventurer, cat-man Allen, the siblings all have cat tongues that are afraid of burns.

The second day of special training.

"I'm making cream of mushroom soup today. It's a completely safe recipe." Hoshimi erected a triple protective barrier in front of the stove.

Xier was pressing the [Memory Bread] onto the recipe when she suddenly tilted her head and said, "Mr. Hoshimi, were these little glowing people crying during the demonstration?"

"Those are the tears of emotion shed by Mia's mother."

Xing lied to him without blinking an eye when they met, and quietly wiped the sweat off his face. There was indeed a scribbled note in the corner of the recipe that said "Xier prohibits this."

When Xier poured in the flour, Xingjian finally understood the meaning of the annotation. The gray-haired girl hummed a song and poured the whole bag of flour down. The snow-white powder swept across the kitchen like a blizzard.

"Soup should be thick."

Xier happily stirred the gelatinous substance in the pot, and the substance was pulsating rhythmically.

Just as Xingjian was about to dissuade him, the soup pot suddenly made a gurgling sound, and the milky white thick soup gushed out like a living thing, instantly submerging his knees.

The roses that were splashed with the soup were withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, Mia's mother roared from outside the window: "My garden!"

In an instant, Xingjian quickly took out the [Forget It Stick] and stopped a terrible killing!

On the morning of the third day, Xingjian quietly put away all the magic props. The cooking table under the sun was only filled with the most ordinary kitchen utensils and a basket of fresh tomatoes.

"You don't need to memorize bread today. I'll teach you the most basic tomato fried rice." Xingjian rolled up his sleeves, and his wrists still had burns from yesterday.

Xier blinked, then suddenly reached out and touched his wound: "Mr. Xingjian is always like this... Even though I messed up everything, he never gets angry."

The silver-haired girl's fingertips were warm. Xingjian was speechless for a moment until Xier suddenly grabbed a kitchen knife to cut a tomato. He then woke up and held her hand from behind.

"Curl your fingers like this."

Xingjian's palm covered the back of Xier's hand, guiding the blade to tilt.

"Tomatoes need to be cut diagonally to lock in the juice."

Xier's ears turned red instantly. She could smell the faint herbal scent on Xingjian and feel the rise and fall of his chest when he breathed.

At this distance, you can even see the tiny shadows cast by his eyelashes in the sunlight.

"What about when you flip the pot?"

Xingjian demonstrated the movements with her wrist: "Don't use the strength of your arms, use the clever strength of your wrist——"

The golden rice grains drew a perfect parabola in the air and fell back into the pot clearly. Xier turned her head in surprise, and her nose almost hit Xingjian's chin.

The two of them froze at the same time. The morning light filtered through the cut surface of the tomato, casting a jewel-like red shadow on the cooking counter.

"I... I'll try it myself!" Xi'er turned around in a panic, but she made the most perfect fried rice she'd made in three days. The sweet and sour taste of the tomatoes blended perfectly with the aroma of the eggs, and each grain of rice was coated in a golden egg coating.

"It worked!" Xier held up the plate. Her smile was brighter than a tomato in the sunlight. "Try it, Mr. Hoshimi!"

At the same time, the green-haired elf who was secretly observing in the tavern silently crushed the soup spoon in his hand.

“…Damn it, why not me…”

"Ryu-chan, your murderous aura is overflowing... Next time, remember to do it sooner rather than later, otherwise you'll end up a loser, only able to secretly watch Hoshimi-sama's fur under the bed."

Chloe waved her hands helplessly, having no way to deal with this useless elf.

………………

On the eve of the competition, Xier practiced repeatedly in the moonlight. Xingjian leaned on the porch to watch her and noticed that her wrists were already red from rubbing, but she was still adjusting the temperature.

"It's okay." Xingjian said softly, "Now Xier..."

"That's not enough!" Xier suddenly looked up, the light of the stove reflected in her eyes. "I want to make... something that can make Mr. Xingjian... No, I want to win the championship."

The night breeze blew across the gray-haired girl's flour-stained cheeks, and Xingjian stopped trying to persuade Xier because he had already drawn the props that were enough to win the championship.

-

"Dear audience! Welcome to Orario's annual [Food Festival]! Today, we will witness the ultimate delicacy that gods and mortals alike will savor together!"

The host's passionate voice resounded throughout the central square, and the audience erupted in warm cheers.

On the judges' panel, three heavyweights sat solemnly.

Wearing a crown of golden wheat ears and with sharp eyes like the god of harvest examining crops, Demeter is the most shocking character in Orario!

Loki, the chief god of Loki's clan.

The chief god of the Achetian clan and the Greek god of food and drink.

It’s a pity that the Blue Ribbon hasn’t come down yet, otherwise, as the [Kitchen God], she would definitely have a place on the judges.

The host continued:

"Originally, we also invited Goddess Freya..."

The audience suddenly became agitated, and countless people stretched their necks to look around expectantly.

"Unfortunately, Lady Freya said I wasn't interested in any of this, so I didn't attend."

The whole audience sighed, but still looked forward to the exquisite dishes made by chefs from all over the world.

"Then—the competition officially begins!"

The lingering sound of the gong was still vibrating in the air, and twelve magic stoves burst into brilliant flames at the same time. The entire square was instantly enveloped by steaming heat and fragrance, and the cheers of the audience rose and fell like a tide.

The young chef from the East suddenly opened the special kitchen utensil box he carried with him. Seven kitchen knives of different shapes drew silver rainbows in the sunlight. His slender fingers brushed across the knife handles, and finally he chose a broad-backed knife with a blade pattern like dragon scales.

"The flesh fibers of the Thunder Ichthyosaur are three times thicker than those of ordinary fish..."

The young chef muttered to himself, and with a flick of his wrist, the piece of monster meat on the chopping board was thrown into the air. The knife flashed like a streak of light, and the piece of meat was broken into even slices as it fell, each piece shining with a pearly luster.

Goddess Loki suddenly leaned forward from the judges' table: "Hey, hey, that guy's way of cutting meat... he's a master, a master!!"

Demeter narrowed his eyes. "It seems the cooking skills of the Eastern Continent are well-deserved."

The young chef at the stove suddenly spun around, his large white turban fluttering behind him. He held a fine steel wok in each hand, tapping it against the edge of the wok in a crisp rhythm. The dark brown sauce splashed in time with the rhythm, forming a miniature dungeon map in the air.

"It's coming!" someone in the audience exclaimed.

The oil in the wok suddenly boiled like molten lava, and the chef dumped the pre-cut ingredients in. With a loud boom, a giant dragon made of flames soared into the air, a nine-colored dumpling cleaving from its jaws.

"Shenglong dumplings. Modified!" The young chef put his fingers together and pressed them between his eyebrows.

The awning of the judges' seats was blown away by the heat wave, and Demeter's golden wheat ear headdress curled up instantly, but the dumpling wrappers actually turned over in mid-air, revealing the dragon scale patterns on the bottom.

Meanwhile, at Uncle Ichiraku's stall, the golden ramen noodles automatically wove themselves together like a living thing, forming a miniature maze in the bowl.