I am the vice-chief of the service club

After 20 minutes of Yukishita's pleasing operation, a pot of delicious cookies came out of the oven, and the classroom was filled with the scent of vanilla from time to time.

Smelling the sweet aroma of the cookies, Hiratsuka Yu and Hikigaya couldn't help but salivate. Without even Yukinoshita's invitation, they took a piece each and put it in their mouths to taste.

Yukinoshita is indeed a capable cook, otherwise she wouldn't have volunteered to bring Yuigahama Yui to the cooking class for practical training. Just looking at the taste of these cookies, you could say they were freshly bought from a pastry shop.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

Seeing that Hiratsuka Hane and Hikigaya reacted well, Yui also took a piece to taste.

"Come on, Yuigahama-san, try to do what I just did." Yukinoshita looked at Yui with anticipation.

"Okay! Leave it to me!"

On the other side, Yui finally got better under Yukinoshita's guidance!

First, process the flour, add sugar and butter in an orderly manner, and then pour the prepared batter into the template. In theory, there should be no problem!

But based on Hiratsuka Yu's understanding of Yui, she will definitely give you a big one at some point...

As expected, he can't be handsome for more than three minutes...

"Just pour the batter you just mixed into the mold! I was wondering why you asked Hiratsuka-san to bring you canned peaches. Who told you that you can put canned peaches in cookies?

Hiratsuka-san and the paramecium next to him quickly took two spoons and came over to share the canned peaches!"

Seeing that Yui was about to put canned yellow peaches into the prepared batter, Yukinoshita, who always prided herself on being well-mannered, couldn't help herself.

"Is this guy's cooking skills so bad?" Hikigaya took a bite of canned yellow peaches and looked at Hiratsuka Tsubasa helplessly.

"Haha, even her mother doesn't want to teach her how to cook. What do you think?"

Looking at Yui who was frantically putting the cookies into the oven, Hiratsuka Tsubasa was not panicked at all and drank a sip of canned soup very calmly.

The cookies are out of the oven again….

"How do I need to teach you so that you will understand?"

Yukinoshita collapsed on the table, completely withdrawn.

This pot didn't look as terrible as the previous pot of coke, Hiratsuka Yu bravely tasted a piece...

The batter was not well mixed, and the biscuit crumbs were a bit choking. It was barely edible, but just edible...

“It’s still different from what Yukinoshita-san made.” Yui was a little disappointed after taking a bite.

Seeing the three people whose defense was broken by the cookies, Hikigaya decided to take action himself. He told the three people to go out first and come back in ten minutes, so that they could see what real handmade cookies are.

"What? These are the cookies made by the Dun family! They are really not that good."

After coming in, Hikigaya brought out a plate and said that they were cookies he made, and asked the three to taste them. Yui took a bite without thinking much, and then began to mock Hikigaya.

"Is this a real handmade cookie? Aren't they burnt?"

Yukinoshita, who didn't dare to taste it, looked at the plate in surprise.

Looking at the work in front of him, which couldn't be said to be a complete copy, but could only be said to be exactly the same as Yui's previous cookies, Hiratsuka Yu immediately guessed what Hikigaya was going to do.

However, Hiratsuka Tsubasa still chose to play dumb, as there was no point in exposing him.

But it would be fine if others didn't say anything, but Yuigahama Yui, you can't even recognize the cookies you just made? Didn't you notice that the taste and shape of the cookies are the same!

And Hikigaya didn't even bother to change the position of the cookies! You really don't have any idea? And you still have the nerve to smile!

"Really? It doesn't taste good. I tried my best to cook it. So I'll just throw it away!" Hearing this, Hikigaya pretended to pick up the plate and was about to throw it away.

Although my mother advised us not to waste food, there is really no need to eat this plate of cookies...

"Wait, wait a minute! You don't have to throw it away."

Seeing that Hikigaya was about to throw away the biscuits, Yui, who didn't want to waste food, snatched the plate and took another piece and put it in her mouth.

“Crunch, crunch, crunch, um...it’s not that bad...” Yui said insincerely.

"Oh? Really? Are you satisfied?" Hikigaya asked back.

Yui nodded, not knowing what was going on.

“This is actually the cookie you made yourself.”

??? Yui was stunned on the spot, she couldn’t even taste the cookies she made…

"Hikigaya, I don't understand what you mean by doing this."

Looking at Hikigaya's mysterious operations, Yukinoshita was a little confused.

“Since I made it myself, it doesn’t matter if it’s not delicious. As long as it shows that I made it myself, it’s enough to express that I worked so hard for you.

It's meaningless to make cookies with your own hands if you don't show that you made them yourself. What's the point of making them exactly the same as those you buy from the store? It's better to say that they taste worse." Hikigaya said mysteriously.

"It's better to be almost there?" Yukinoshita seemed to understand.

"Hehe~ The translation means - although the cookies you made don't taste that good, it's already a great honor for me to make them for you personally, so just eat them with gratitude! Is that right?" Hiratsuka Hanega looked at Hikigaya speechlessly.

"Not delicious? You, a shut-in, actually said that the cookies I made are not delicious!"

Yui, who finally understood what Hikigaya wanted to say, was so angry that she almost threw a plate at Hikigaya's head. Hiratsuka Yu also cooperated with his girlfriend and pretended to stop Yui.

"When I was in the third grade of junior high school, a friend of a friend of mine was chosen as the floating class monitor, so no one among the girls wanted to be the class monitor...

At this time, a girl volunteered to recommend herself, and then my friend saw that this girl often talked to my friend, and thought that this girl liked him…”

Looking at the murderous Yui, Hikigaya realized that the situation was not good, so he quickly brought up his friend's friend, that is, his own story, trying to increase his persuasiveness.

"Your friend is yourself, don't make friends out of nothing!

So far, the only person who can be considered your friend is Hiratsuka-san. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem like someone who would do such a thing." Yukinoshita mercilessly exposed Hikigaya.

"Xiao Yu wouldn't be so tasteless! It's obviously your own story, Xiao Qi."

Yui also looked at Hikigaya with sympathy.

"Didn't I say he's a friend of my friend?

I'm getting off topic! What I want to say is that boys are very simple creatures. They will misunderstand you if you talk to them, and they will imagine anything they made by themselves...

So as long as you show your hard-working attitude, I think the boy will be moved~"

Hikigaya said calmly after being exposed.

"Eh? Xiaoyu thinks so too." Yui looked at me expectantly.

"It's not as exaggerated as that guy said, but as long as it's made by Yui herself, I'm super excited no matter what it is."

In order to avoid continuing to taste the cookies made by Yui, which would easily cause fetal movement, Hiratsuka Yu quickly said some sweet words to fool her...

"Is that so? Then let's go back first."

Yui was very satisfied after hearing this, and when she found out that Hiratsuka Yu had already packed up the dishes, she prepared to leave.

"Then Yuigahama-san, what should we do about the commission?"

Seeing that the first commission she had finally received was going to fail, Yukinoshita couldn't help it. The first commission since the establishment of the Service Club must be a good start! A bad start is not a good sign for anyone.

"It's done. I will try to do it in my own way. Anyway, thank you, Yukinoshita. Let's go back first, Xiaoyu." Yui smiled and gave Yukinoshita a compliment, then pulled Hiratsuka Yu away.