Everyone is nervous, and of course more of them are looking forward to it, because they are really hungry, but compared to the food made by Saye Otoyu who doesn’t know how to cook, they would rather be hungry first.
"It tastes pretty good?" After finishing the drink, Fuji sighed in praise, and then drank another spoonful.
"Do you think you can drink that?" Kikumaru covered his mouth with his hand and whispered secretly in front of everyone.
"It should be okay. Didn't you tell me it tastes good? I think it should be okay. Maybe it's actually edible." Dashi looked at what was boiling in the pot and didn't know what it was. Somewhat uncertain
"Don't forget that Fuji's taste is different from other people's." This was Qian's voice. Indeed, what Fuji said was delicious may not necessarily be delicious. Whatever came into his mouth could be said to be pretty good. In fact, That might be scary, maybe
"Then who wants to try again? I have been away for a year, so I can't go hungry." Taocheng said weakly, holding his stomach. He was really starving to death. He already ate a lot, and of course he was more likely to get hungry quickly. The amount of training in the morning is not as heavy as usual. He is so hungry that his chest is pressed against his back. If he is not allowed to eat, he will really starve to death.
"Then who will try?" Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to go up.
Ryoma looked at them and 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, as if he was possessed by something, his eyes suddenly changed, his momentum also changed, and he entered the burning state that everyone knows
"Isn't it just a pot of soup? It's not difficult for me." He held the racket and raised his eyebrows, looking very imposing.
"Here, give it to you, Alon" Fuji said with that unchanging smile, 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.
"That's right, ma'am...
“Delicious”
His voice made everyone squeeze in
"Peach-senpai, you squeezed me in." Ryoma was the smallest and was squeezed in by a group of people.
"Oh, Oishi, you stepped on my foot." Kikumaru leaned to the right and directly blocked the foot of another unknown person.
"Hiss... who stepped on me?" Haitang was in the innermost place. He didn't know how many times he was stepped on by someone, but no one paid attention to him. After all, in everyone's heart, the pot of soup is the most important thing now. Saying it's delicious doesn't count, but if even Kawamura says it's delicious, then it must be extremely delicious.
If you don’t grab it now, if someone else grabs it, there will be nothing left to eat.
Even Fuji 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 squeezing around.
"Saya, when did you learn how to cook? Does it taste good?" Fuji smiled and squinted his eyes, looking at Otowa who was as far away from the battlefield as himself.
"Huh?" After waiting for a long time, she reacted. She turned to look at Fuji, and then looked at the group of people rushing to drink soup. She was a little unable to 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 learned it a long time ago."
"Oh, so that's it." What else did Fuji want to say? A figure quickly ran in at the door.