Through the voice of the king of the net drifting

Everyone is nervous, and of course there is more expectation, because they are really hungry, but compared with the things made by Saya Otowa who don't know how to cook, they would rather be hungry first

"Does it taste good?" After drinking it, Buer sighed in admiration, and then drank another spoonful

"Tell me, can you drink that?" Kikumaru put his hand over his mouth and whispered in front of everyone

"It should be ok. Didn't you tell me that it's delicious? I think it's ok, maybe it's really edible." Dashi looked at what was boiling in the pot and didn't know what it was. somewhat uncertain

"Don't forget that Buer's sense of taste is different from others." This is a dry voice. Indeed, Buer says it's delicious, but it doesn't necessarily mean it's delicious. Maybe everything in his mouth can be said to be pretty good, actually. That could be scary, maybe.

"Then who will try it again? You won't be hungry for a year." Taocheng said weakly, clutching his stomach. He was really starving to death. He already ate a lot, so of course it's easier to get hungry. The amount of training in the morning is not normal. If he sticks his chest to his back, which is almost hungry, if he is not allowed to eat, he will really starve to death.

"Then who will try?" Everyone looks at me, I look at you, no one dares to go up

Ryoma looked at them, then took out the racket

"Kawamura-senpai, racket"

Kawamura stretched out his hand and put the racket into his hand. As soon as he took the racket, he seemed to be possessed by something. His eyes suddenly changed, and his momentum also changed. He entered the burning state that everyone knows

"Isn't it just a pot of soup? It's too difficult for my uncle." Holding the racket, his eyebrows were raised, and he looked very imposing

"Here, here you are, Aaron" Buer raised that unchanging smiling face, which can give people great courage

Kawamura picked up the spoon and drank it in one gulp. He was frozen, the racket fell to the ground, and his eyebrows came down.

"Really, ma'am...

“delicious”

With his voice, everyone squeezed in.

"Senior Tao, you squeezed me in." Ryoma was the smallest and was tightly squeezed outside by a group of people.

"Oh, Oishi, you stepped on my foot." Kikumaru leaned to the right, and directly blocked another unknown foot

"Hiss...who stepped on me?" Haitang was in the innermost place, who stepped on him a few times, but no one paid attention to him alone. After all, in everyone's heart, the pot of soup is the most important right now. Saying it’s delicious doesn’t count, but even Kawamura talks about it, so it must be delicious

If you don’t grab it now, if someone else grabs it, you’ll have nothing to eat

Even Buer was squeezed to the outermost layer, but he smiled even more happily, because he had already eaten enough. Moreover, it was really interesting to see this group of people crowded around.

"Saya, when did you learn how to cook? Does it taste good?" Fuji smiled and squinted his eyes, looking at Otoyu who was as far away from the battlefield as himself

"En?" She waited for a long time before she realized, she turned her head to look at Buer, and then looked at the group of people scrambling to drink soup, she couldn't recover, she had never seen such a crazy person, Qingxue The person is really much scarier than she imagined

Then she slowly answered his question, "You said cooking, I knew it a long time ago"

"Oh, so that's the case." What else did Bu Er want to say?A figure running in quickly at the door