Did you catch up with Gouju-senpai today?

The black clouds are like mountains and mountains, oppressing the city, and the weather that will rain at any time makes the footsteps of passers-by hurried.

When the man in cassock came out of the Shinkansen, the rain came as expected. People around him took up umbrellas one after another. Those without umbrellas hurriedly searched for shelter. Only the man walked on the neon-filled street like a stroll in a courtyard. , Drenched in the rain as if nothing had happened, turned several street corners, and finally walked into a semi-abandoned residential building.

He opened one of the doors, and the inside was pitch black. After closing the door, the environment inside instantly turned into a sea beach under the blue sky and white clouds.

The climate here is warm, the sun is abundant, there are occasional seabirds circling, and the waves are beating the coast over and over again. At first glance, it is a pleasant resort, and it is not reminiscent of the domain space called the Cursed Thing.

"Xia You, are you back? How did the talk go?"

A figure in beach shorts is lying under a sun umbrella, sipping a delicious iced juice and twisting a white flower in his hand.

"It's not going well." Xia Youjie walked towards him, all emotions hidden on his always smiling face, "The leader of Mafia at the port is more difficult to deal with than imagined."

"Fortunately, you made a special trip to Yokohama, isn't it too ungrateful?" The real person puffed up his face, the juice was rolling in his mouth, very cute, so cute that it makes people sick, "Hey, let me tell you next time. Shall I go with you?"

"It's dangerous for the curse spirit to go to that city." Xia Youjie said calmly, "I felt very uncomfortable when I went there this time. This is probably the reason why Yokohama's crime rate is inversely proportional to the number of curses."

"Then what should we do? We can't reach a cooperation, so we can only use the original plan? But I really want to go back to Yokohama, which is my hometown, and I want to visit my family." The real person rested his chin on the table and raised his hand. His eyes were closed, showing a pitiful expression.

"The cooperation cannot be reached because the interests and needs of the other party have not been met. The information we have now is limited. When we show enough strength, they will naturally regret it." Xia Youjie said, suddenly thought of something, "As for you If you want to go back to your hometown, don’t worry for now, I have good news for you.”

"Oh? What is it?" The real person showed expectant eyes.

Xia Youjie smiled and said, "I met the daughter of the head of Mafia at the port today."

"…Eh?"

Xia Youjie's smirk deepened, showing a coldness with ulterior motives: "The leader's daughter is wearing the uniform of Tokyo High School, as if she is studying at a high school."

Hearing this, the real person's expression suddenly changed, and some kind of fanatical light flashed in his muddy heterochromatic pupils.

His hands tightened almost violently, and the delicate flower branches in his hands were unbearable to hold, and they were broken, and the snow-white flowers like salt lay on the rough palm covered with sutures.

"It's Jasmine." The real person lowered his head, sniffing the inner core of the flower greedily, with an extremely nostalgic expression, "Jasmine, I really want to see Jasmine, and we will meet soon. What will Jasmine's soul look like..."

Xia You smiled and looked away, feeling a little sinister.

·

Mori didn't stay in Yokohama for a long time this time. She took Alice and her dad to the streets for a day on Saturday, and she had to go back to school early on Sunday morning.

"Jasmine sauce, are you sure you don't want to stay for one more day?" Mori Ogai asked pitifully to keep his daughter.

"There's still class tomorrow." Sen Moli changed her shoes and rejected the new dress he secretly bought yesterday.

Mori Ogai looked sad: "Is it okay to leave at night?"

"No, I still have to do my homework when I go back." Sen Moli kicked the toe of her shoe, thinking where is there any homework?

It's just that she signed up for a cooking training class in Tokyo, and she has to go back early to catch up with the class.

Because, next month is Senior Goujuan's birthday.

In less than a month, she had to make preparations in advance. To grasp a person's heart, one must first grasp the stomach, which is a rotten truth.

Let's start with the seniors' favorite rice balls, and then upgrade to the Heart Bento.

Finally, she hopes to make a birthday cake for her seniors by herself.

It's not necessary to have a cake as tall as Gojo Wu on her birthday, a Zhongyuanzhong is almost the same.

Because there are few students in the college and there is no special student canteen, Mori Moli specially found a training class not far away.

There are four students in a group class, which is convenient for mutual cooperation and communication.

Mori Mori was the last one to arrive. When she arrived, the teacher and three other students were present. The one standing in the center wearing an apron should be the teacher. She looked very young, and she was putting plates of ingredients on the table.

In addition, there is also a cute girl with creamy yellow hair, a 1.9-meter strong man, and the last one who is eagerly helping the teacher arrange the ingredients...

"Momoi May?" Mori Moli recognized her former middle school classmate.

The pretty girl with long pink hair was also very surprised when she saw her: "Molly Mori?"

Moli Mori and Momoi Wuyue are not very close. They used to be in different classes at Teiko Middle School, but they only knew that she was the manager of the school's signature basketball team. She was occasionally mentioned by her classmate Kise Ryota.

On the other hand, Momoi Wuyue had a deep impression on Mori Mori when she was in middle school.

Also a girl with outstanding appearance, there was always no shortage of suitors in the restless middle school days of adolescence.While Momoi Wuzuki was worrying about what to do with the love letters in the closet and the gangsters blocking the road after school, Mori's suitors "transferred" one by one.

Kise Ryota was lucky, he was about to graduate when he chased her.

Mori Mori in junior high school is ignorant, openly studying beauty makeup in class, and the teachers turn a blind eye.Momoi Wuyue thought she must be some kind of second-generation ancestor with a strong family background. Until the last semester of junior high school, she was like being pierced by someone's soul. Seijuro was in the same column, which was called phenomenal news at the time.

Then she disappeared after graduation, didn't attend the graduation ceremony, didn't go to the class reunion, and there was no news on social software. No one knew where she went.Some people said that she might have been kidnapped again, and some people speculated that she went abroad to study high school.

Momoi Itsuki never expected to see her here.

"Why did Jasmine come here?" Meeting her former classmate in a strange place, Momoi Wuyue naturally approached her, "You haven't heard anything after graduation, and the school group has also withdrawn, and Xiao Huang complained to me that you didn't reply to the news."

Mori Mori didn't mind the address, she automatically ignored what she said later, and answered the previous question: "Of course I'm here to learn cooking, don't you?"

Momoi Wuyue nodded, then approached her with some gossip and whispered: "I was introduced by a friend. I heard that this teacher is the son of a certain cooking god, and the dishes he made have a special effect..."

"Special effects?" Sen Moli became interested. She didn't expect that she was very lucky. She also searched for this course on the Internet at the beginning, and signed up after seeing it was well received.

"Yeah!" Momoi Wuyue said, with a strange blush on her cheeks, her voice lowered even more, "I also heard that... the dishes made by this teacher have the effect of that kind of medicine..."

"...that kind of medicine?" Mori Mori could probably guess the meaning from her expression, but she was not sure.

"Oh! It's the kind you know!" Momoi Wuyue covered her flushed face, unable to hide her excitement, "It's just that after people eat it, because it's too delicious, their bodies will heat up, their heartbeat will speed up, their clothes will burst, and they will think……"

Momoi Itsuki wanted to reveal something else, when the teacher started class.

"My name is Soma Xingping, you can call me Teacher Xingping." The young teacher simply introduced himself, "The so-called cooking itself is an endless wilderness where countless delicacies and tasteless coarse foods coexist, and my goal is to bring Go and see beyond the horizon of that wilderness."

As an appetizer for the class, Xing Ping Chuangzhen showed off his cooking skills "at will". The second generation of the legendary chef god fried a plate of fried rice with eggs. This young lady, who is used to eating high-end cuisine, couldn't help being stunned for a while at the dishes that could be called "rough tea and light meals" in front of her.

"what…!"

"Oh oh oh...!!"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Several other students groaned wonderfully at the moment when they tasted the entrance. Mori Mori could feel Momoi Wuyue next to her trembling all over, her face flushed, like an electric shock, she tried her best to cover her mouth to prevent herself from getting too out of control.

Mori swallowed her saliva, and didn't even care that the button of the clothes snapped on her forehead when the 1.9-meter strong man burst his clothes. She dug down a mouthful of fried rice with trembling hands, and the moment she put it in her mouth, there was a warm current. The pulsating crest gradually spread to the whole body through the taste buds like a mild electric shock, her eyes widened, and then a momentary feeling of floating clouds made her almost shattered, she clenched her fists, trembling slightly, and tried her best to restrain herself Don't make a gaffe sound.

I have never eaten... I have never eaten such a dish that makes people want to stop and cause a physiological reaction!

Turning clouds and raining, superb, indescribable, fortunately flat and true, known as the "King of Medicine".

Sen Moli has mixed feelings, can she learn the essence of this one percent, so that senior Goujuan can be in love with her in front of her, can't stop?

"The so-called 'everyone' does not mean that you can be called 'everyone' because you can make fancy delicacies from mountains and seas, but that you can use the simplest dishes, but people will never forget eating them." Xing Ping Chuangzhen said, "Similarly, truly precious The cuisine here is not the food in those high-end restaurants that are carefully packaged, the real value of the cuisine—”

He patted the table with one hand: "It's about love."

Mori realized.

·

In order to make dishes that her seniors will never forget as soon as possible, Mori started her daily life like a spinning top.Not only was he reviewing various steps during school, but he even went back to Honmaru at night when he was sleeping to ask Candekiri Mitsutada to help with tutoring.He is obsessed with cooking and is getting thinner day by day. Not only are his delicate fingers covered with bandages, but sometimes he can't help but fall asleep in the middle of chatting with senior Line at night.

"Have you noticed that Junior Jasmine is a bit out of shape recently?" Pang Da asked the crowd one afternoon.

At this time, the blond girl was alone under the tree on the side, grabbing the trunk and tossing the leaves, with a dazed expression and absent-mindedness.

"Indeed, I often lose my mind during class." Fu Heihui said.

"Are you in love?" Nagasaki Wild Rose guessed.

"Oh?" Zenyuan Maki heard it, and looked at the dog curly thorn.

Gou Juanji glanced at her, then looked away, meaning what are you looking at me for, it has nothing to do with me.

"Dried bonito."

He pulled up his collar a little bit fidgeting.