"wrong!"

A passionate and exciting melody suddenly echoed in my ears.

In an instant, it seemed like I had returned to the birthplace of opera, which was the world's art capital, the city in central Italy, Florence!

The eyes are like windows, reflecting the art gallery, the cathedral and the Giotto bell tower.

As he chewed, Takmi became more confused.

He walked on the ancient gallery of the Uffizi Palace, with Renaissance artwork arranged on the walls, so splendid and beautiful.

This is Florence, his hometown that he is familiar with!

"Takmi,Takmi..."

The faint call pulled him back.

Takmi held his hands on the dining table, and the lecturer opposite him was laughing, "How about it, Takmi, what have you tasted? Even if it is exactly the same dish, there are advantages and disadvantages, right?"

"Cooking skills can be imitated, and recipes can be produced in the same place."

“But here is the only one—”

The instructor points to the heart position.

"Tell me, Takmi, why did you leave your hometown and go to Neon to study?"

A heart-wrenching question.

for what?!

Tukmi was stunned, yes, why, why did he go to the neon light, to the far moon!

"I, I want to be stronger and cook better, perfect dishes!"

"And what, is it just that?"

"Then, I will give it to my guests and get the highest praise from the guests!" Takmi said in one breath.

Bang!

He knocked his fingers.

"That's right, Takmi, your source of motivation is to serve guests and make them happy." The young lecturer said, "The cuisine that can bring happiness is the real dish. Remember this, Takmi, the cuisine that can convey happiness will never be defeated!"

"Come on!"

Leave the kitchen to the students, and the lecturer floats away.

...

A dish that brings happiness to people?

What is happiness?

Appetite satisfaction...or something else?

Once again, the sound of the venue rushed into his ears, and Takmi shook his head.

"clang--"

"The competition begins!"

Coincidentally, the host Rika Kawashima's shouts echoed throughout the venue.

Takmi glanced at Misaru Subaru.

really!

He felt awe-inspiring in his heart that the materials prepared by the other party’s kitchen counter were exactly the same as him!

Even the lemon peach provided by the lecturer to him, the other party actually had it!

In terms of ingredients, a total fair showdown!

He couldn't help but glance at the review seat. The young judge in the center held his hands crossed on the stage, looking at this place with bright eyes.

"Lecturer, I will prove it!"

Takmi touched the position of her heart and then started the cooking process slowly.

There are only a few processes for making desserts.

First heat the almonds and hazelnuts in the oven, which is to bake the aroma.

Then, make the batter!

A burst of exclamation.

Takmi gave a glimpse of Misato Subaru.

Misaru, tall and burly, with wide and thick palms, has such delicate techniques for making desserts. Many people seem to see a girl embroidering and feeling cold.

"This guy..."

Takmi calmed down.

Even if Misaru Subaru took a step ahead of him and improved the process, he was not moved and was completely immersed in his cooking world.

"What's wrong with Takmi?"

"Oh no, Misaru Subaru actually used lemon wine, but he didn't expect that he used lemon wine instead of lime and almond wine. This wine originated in Italy and was made of lemon!"

Everyone was sweating secretly at the Jixingliao.

"What's wrong, Takmi, have you given up?" On the stage, Subaru Misaru looked back at the Italian boy's back, surprised by his calmness, as if something was wrong.

But, it doesn’t matter, the winner is at your control!

Misaru Subaru laughed proudly and said, "Takmi, it's so easy to deal with a very honest guy like you. On the surface, you are wise and calm, but in fact you are full of enthusiasm for your hometown. The thoughts of a chef will also be reflected in his dishes."

"I have already figured out your personality!"

"Give up!"

Takmi did not move with his back to Misaru Subaru.

soon.

An hour passed.

After the cake was baked, the two of them put on the plate at the same time. Holding a sharp kitchen knife, they denucleated a fruit that looked like a peach, cut it into thin slices, and placed it on the surface of the baked cake.

"It's done!"

Subaru Misaki confidently served the dishes, Natsuha, Dojima Gin, Inidira, Tamakawa Ayaka and Kamihara Maito, all of which were handed over a plate of Snow-hidden cake.

"Evolution version, hide the cake!" Misaru Subaru looked down at the judges' seat.

This guy also seemed to treat the judges as prey.

A very brave idiot with a crazy personality.

Tamakawa Ayaka's comments in her heart, her eyes were cold.

"I don't like it!" she said coldly, "I don't like your dishes, and I don't like you as a person, zero points!"

The venue was in an uproar.

"Well, Miss Tamakawa, since it is a food halberd, everything is carried out according to the food halberd rules, and the scoring system has become a voting system." Next to it, the female host Kawashima Rika reminded carefully.

"ha?!"

Subaru Misaki was stunned. He didn't expect the judge to be so willful, so he gave him a slap when he came up.

His tall and burly body shook and suppressed his anger.

"Take it out and you will know the secret of my dish!" he said in a deep voice.

"snort!"

Tamakawa Ayaka doesn't plan to give face.

"Ahem!"

Xia Yu couldn't see it and glared at him.

The reviewer is so unprofessional, and he brought him to the review seat, how many people are watching? Isn’t it the dereliction of duty of his supervisor and judge?

This small action fell into Gin Dojima, and Masato Kamihara could only look at each other and smile helplessly.

Only Xia Yu dares to glar at the princess of the Yuchuan family like this.

"Try it together!"

Xia Yu brought the rhythm back and picked up the silver spoon.

Um?

The judge's attention returned to the dessert, Indira frowned first, pointed to the thin skin of the fruit on the surface of the cake, and said unsure: "Is this a lemon peach?"

"Yes, I can only use the ingredients provided by Instructor Xia to this extent," Misaru Subaru replied.

Is the fruit alone placed on the dessert just a decoration?
To be continued...