Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 19 Goals - Chinese Cuisine Club

Afternoon class.

The first class was cooking theory, and the lecturer on the stage was a well-known professor specially hired, but Xia Yan sat in the back row of the big classroom, glanced around, and the students were all drowsy.

The plain and boring theoretical content made Xia Yan's thoughts run wild, thinking about the itinerary for this month.

First of all, to complete the system tasks, he asked Yisehui that "F" rated clubs are required to have at least one large classroom as a venue for club members.

And if you start a new club, you basically have nothing, no instructor, no activity classroom, and you have to work hard from scratch.

Therefore, the most direct and labor-saving way can only be "eating halberds".

Just choose an old club with an "F" rating, defeat the leader with a halberd, kick out all the members, and then change the name.

Second.

It is Xia Yan's luminous recipe that he has been thinking about. At present, the only one that is most likely to touch luminescence is "Roasted Tofu with Doubanjiang".

He intends to seize the time first, play gyms, and build clubs.

In this way, there are about 20 days left, and there is no need to rush to find some "God's Tongue" tasting, and then continue to use the premium bean paste to update a wave of recipes that have been proficient in the past and have a very high level of proficiency. The mysterious "idiosyncrasies" of these recipes.

It just so happened that he had a feasible darkening improvement idea for "Persimmon and Green Pepper Shredded Pork", thanks to the small test of skill during the lunch break.

At this time.

Someone pushed her elbow lightly, and a girl at the next table, with a flushed face, quickly handed over a note and sat up straight without looking sideways, listening to the class very seriously.

Xia Yan:? ? ?
I couldn't help touching my collagen-filled, youthful face.

Tsk, the appearance is earth-shattering.

This became the first day of Yuanyue's high school students, and there was a love letter from a girl with a swaying heart.

In a few days, when I opened the shoe cabinet on the first floor of the teaching building, wouldn't it be a bang, the letters scattered and piled up into a hill, and I became the public enemy of the male compatriots.

Spread out the note.

"Xia Yanjun, I won—"

Below, there is also a naughty expression drawn with a pencil (*/ω＼*).

Hold the grass!

Xia Yan's face tightened, and he looked over the girl at the next table, and saw Yi Sehui who was sitting a few rows outside by the window.

Yishihui turned her head to avoid the professor on the stage, waved to him slightly, and smiled handsomely and sunny.

Immediately, Xia Yan felt that in a circle that spread out at least eight or nine meters around his seat, every girl lowered her head in embarrassment and blushing.

They probably thought that Yisehui was waving to them...

Wake up, it's all an illusion!
Xia Yan complained.

"It's really a presence that shines all the time."

In the large classroom, more than a hundred freshmen in the 91st class this year seemed to be accompanied by this guy's radiant green leaves.

I have to admit in my heart that Isshiki is very attractive. If he is not so perverted, and does not like to wear nude aprons and loincloths to do farm work, then he is really a perfect male high school student.

As for the content on the note.

Ah.

"A child." Xia Yan rubbed her hands casually.

He is strong and he is strong.

The actual quality of 'Sakura Tempura' is better than his 'Persimmon and Green Pepper Shredded Pork', that's right.

It's like being well-practiced and rough on the first day of contact.

The contrast is stark.

Only relying on the inconceivable "firewood stove" can save dignity in a small way.

But the "smoke bomb" released by Yisehui was not successful in Xia Yan's view, because he has a system. After this trial, it is not difficult to guess Yisehui's specific culinary skills.

Probably four stars.

The highest cannot exceed five stars.

Below the super class, one star to nine stars, and ordinary chefs like Xia Yan have one or two star cooking skills, and if they go up, they are more capable.

In the first year of high school, as a first-year student, Yishihui has a four-star rank, which is scary enough.

If there is no accident, after a year of training in the jungle in the senior department of Yuanyue, by the end of the year, at the end of the first grade, Isshiki will probably be infinitely close to the cooking skills when she met the "King of Medicine" Xingping Chuangzhen in the 92nd issue.

At that time, it may be six to eight stars, infinitely close to the top three seats of the top ten.

But Yisehui currently only has four stars.

"Dark Cuisine" among other things, aggression judges the characteristics of the tongue, mind, and even the body, leaving a lot of other cuisines behind. The most elementary and superficial "drugs" are likely to be melted instantly.

"So, don't look at me as black iron, but in a big fight, who will win?" Xia Yan laughed from the bottom of his heart.

……

Jingle Bell.

The second class in the afternoon is over, around 4 o'clock, and then it is time for club activities.

Just as Xia Yan walked out of the classroom, someone patted his shoulder again.

Unsurprisingly, it was Yisehui.

"Xia Yanjun, I've been thinking about it for two whole classes, and I seriously feel that that 'shredded pork with persimmon and green pepper' is not your real strength!" Yisehui became serious and serious.

"The 'Sakura Tempura' is not your strength either."

Go to the square outside the teaching building and look at the school map. The school buildings, large and small, are well marked and useful.

First grade teaching building.

The cooking room where second-year students concentrate their activities.

And clubs with strange names, such as the 'Research Association of Local Cuisine' and the 'Research Association of Donburi'.

Xia Yan locked on a few targets and planned to go to see them on the ground, first to visually assess the strength of the main general before considering which one to kick.

"Xia Yanjun, you seem to be very interested in club activities?"

While chatting with Yishihui about club affairs, they went to the school building where the clubs were concentrated.

"Yuanyue's club is actually no different from ordinary colleges and universities. After school, everyone goes to the club activity room to brainstorm and develop new recipes together..."

Donburi Research Society.

At the door of the club room, a man and a woman, two second-grade students, are behind Naxin's desk, guiding a boy with exaggerated artistically long hair to fill out the form.

"Two new students came?!"

"welcome!"

A man and a woman stood at attention quickly, showing no airs of the second-year seniors.

Seeing this, Xia Yan was speechless.

Look at the empty club classrooms again.

Sure enough, even if it was a year earlier, the 'Bowl Research Association' is still facing the crisis of being abolished.

These two left behind, let's call them the main generals, full of the breath of the weak.

"One Color Wisdom!"

Seeing Yisehui who was following Xia Yan, the seniors couldn't believe it, and one of them stammered nervously: "Yi-Yisehui, are you interested in joining our 'Bowl Seminar'?"

People like Yishihui and Jiuga Zhaoji have only been promoted to the higher department, but they have already attracted much attention.

It's like when Nakiri Erina appeared on the stage, she was also a first-year freshman, but she was able to turn hands over like clouds and rain in Yuanyue's senior department.

the reason is simple.

Yuanyue has an intermediate department and an advanced department. In layman's terms, it is divided into a junior high school department and a high school department.

Isshiki Hui, Kuga Teruki, and Nakiri Erina, who have attracted much attention and have a certain reputation in the school, are directly promoted from the junior high school.

Therefore, Xingping Chuangzhen, the 'King of Medicine', is called a transfer student.

"never mind."

Xia Yan turned and left.

The sign of this restaurant is crumbling, and he is not even interested in kicking it.

What's more, there is a notice sign of "abandoned society" hanging at the entrance of the society. The reason why the society was not abandoned this year is probably because it has absorbed a few ignorant freshmen until next year.

Then there are several other societies.

Unknowingly, when the evening came, Yisehui also learned the reason for Xia Yan's wandering, and spent nearly two hours with him with great interest: "So, Mr. Xia Yan, you decide to issue a letter of challenge to the leader of which club. Woolen cloth?"

Xia Yan has three club flyers in hand.

'Sumo Nabe Research Association', on the colorful leaflet, are two sumo wrestlers.

'International Cuisine Research Association', the promotional poster features a lot of high-tech and sophisticated cooking equipment.

The third...

A Chinese-style restaurant with two stone lions at the entrance.

The first two associations were evaluated as "F" and "E" respectively, and the third "Chinese Cuisine Research Association" simply soared to the "A" evaluation!

"Are you very interested in 'Zhonghua Research'? Xia Yanjun, this is a first-class club in Yuanyue High School. If there are ten outstanding members, the rating can easily reach 'S'~"

It's not persuasion, but an excited tone of fire.

Isshiki could feel it. Touzuki Academy, which was very peaceful in the first few days of school, might have changed from a warm spring day to a hot and enthusiastic summer day because of this food halberd!
Xia Yan was silent for a moment.

Then, he rubbed it casually, and threw the first two leaflets into the campus trash can.

"Actually, from the very beginning, there was no other option."

For associations related to Chinese cuisine, the topic of eating halberds can only be Chinese cuisine.

For other societies.

Food topics other than Chinese cuisine...

Hmm, not so good, Xia Yan vaguely heard the desolate BGM of defeat, and the bloody word "death" in his vision.

of course.

There is nothing wrong with changing to the bloody "dish".

(End of this chapter)