The Infinitely Fusion of Everyday World

"Hey? Thank you, but you don't need it, right?" Qu Ning swallowed the last bite of takoyaki, looked at Hirasawa Yui who suddenly appeared, and refused, "This should be a celebration between you two. It's not a good idea for me to go."

Although this was a good opportunity to get close to the protagonists, everyone behind Hirasawa Yui, except Hirasawa Yuu, all showed expressions like "Is Yui's fever still not gone?", "Are they going to invite passersby?", "Who is this person?" At the same time, although I didn't know why I was invited, this looked like an internal event of their light music club, and it would be inappropriate for Qu Ning to go.

"How about considering it as a reward for helping me?" Wei patted Qu Ning's shoulder, looked up at him and acted like a "big sister".

It would be fine if I didn't mention the favor, but it would be even more awkward if I mentioned Qu Ning, after all, the favor was something that Qu Ning had fabricated. Qu Ning pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled awkwardly: "It's just a small favor, no need to be so troublesome..."

"Um...um, this senior..." You ran to her sister and interrupted Qu Ning in a low voice.

"Ah, You..." Hearing You's voice, Pingze Wei, who had failed in his attempt, threw himself on You and returned to his slightly depressed state.

"Just call me Qu." Qu Ning responded casually, felt his empty stomach, and took the remaining two skewers of takoyaki from the stall next to him.

"Well, hello, Senior Qu. You are an international student at Star Academy, right? First of all, welcome to our place. Then you should have dinner in a restaurant or something like that. To express our gratitude for helping my sister, maybe we should do some hospitality and invite you to our house for dinner?"

"Hey? So what is going on? This reason is a bit far-fetched." Qu Ning thought silently in his heart. He had no idea what was going on. He was about to subconsciously refuse again, but when he saw Wei's bright eyes, he really couldn't say it again.

Seeing the confused and surprised expressions of the other people, perhaps knowing the identity of his student and the fact that he had helped Hirasawa Yui, they relaxed a lot, so Qu Ning changed the topic and said, "Well, I'm a little hungry too."

As he spoke, Qu Ning raised the snack in his hand and gestured.

After hearing the answer, Wei cheered again and walked back to the front of the team with a smile. Seeing her sister regain her spirits, You was obviously relieved and fell behind for a while.

"Hey, Wei, who is this big brother? How did he help you?" Team Lu hugged Hirasawa Wei who jumped to his side and asked in a low voice.

The other people also pricked up their ears, somewhat curious about this.

"I don't know! But he just helped me. I was able to catch up with the performance because of him..."

Although Wei also lowered his voice, Qu Ning's five senses were much better than those of ordinary people, so he heard it clearly and felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

So he simply ate all the takoyaki in two or three bites, carefully moved closer to You, and asked in a low voice: "What's going on? Why did you invite me?"

You looked at the people who were whispering in front of him, and lowered his voice to explain to Qu Ning: "Because there will be a school festival performance, my sister wanted to celebrate with cake yesterday, and she even bought seven cakes this morning. As a result, their instructor had something urgent and couldn't go, so there was an extra cake. What she had been wanting to do these days fell through, so she was so disappointed."

"Ah, I understand." Qu Ning raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't understand why Wei attached so much importance to the number of people corresponding to the number of cakes, he would surely be disappointed if something went wrong with his plan.

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"Hey? Why are you here?" You asked Qu Ning who came to the kitchen, "You are a guest, please..."

"Stop, stop, stop..." Qu Ning quickly gestured, interrupting Ping Zeyou's words, smiled bitterly and continued, "The atmosphere outside was a bit stiff, so I had to come here."

"Oh, sorry to bother you..."

"Stop! I'll leave if you say anything more." Qu Ning pressed his hands downward, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Those people outside were too rude, and this person was too polite.

Just after arriving at Wei's house, after a few people introduced themselves, You went to the kitchen to work, and Qu Ning was asked all kinds of questions by Wei and Lu outside. What is the Star Academy like, what country are you from, how is your hometown, why is your Japanese so good, etc. However, Qu Ning didn't stay in the Star Academy for a few days, and he failed when he returned to China. Even his Japanese was given by the system. He could only be vague in various ways, and finally had to use the excuse that he had just recovered from a cold and his throat was still a little sore. He deliberately answered a few sentences with a hoarse throat to get rid of the questioning.

Then the few people who had lost interest in Qu Ning started chatting. Qu Ning felt a little uncomfortable as an outsider, but it was not convenient for him to wander around alone in this "stranger"'s home, so he came to the kitchen to help.

"Oh my god, I'm so awesome." Qu Ning was shocked as he felt his knife skills, which were completely different from the slow speed and messy precision of his previous life.

Fortunately, Ping Zeyou was also shocked by Qu Ning's gorgeous movements and did not notice Qu Ning's expression that was enough to turn into an emoticon.

"Wow, Senior Qu, you are so awesome." He blurted out the praise, and the shock on Ping Zeyou's face had not yet disappeared.

"Haha, just so-so." Qu Ning responded casually, thinking silently in his heart, "Is this the power of Cooking Skill 300? Should I try to cook a dish?"

"Senior Qu, do you want to cook a dish as well?" Ping Zeyou's voice suddenly came out. Looking at Qu Ning with a questioning expression, he smiled and said, "It feels like it will be delicious."

As the saying goes, when someone is sleepy, give them a pillow. Qu Ning, who had just this idea in mind, quickly agreed.

Since Qu Ning didn't know how to cook Japanese dishes, he didn't take over from Ping Zeyou to finish the dishes, but chose to make a new dish. Recalling the Japanese dishes and sweet cakes he had eaten recently, Qu Ning decided to make a lighter dish, and finally chose the dish of cold shredded potatoes. After all, potatoes were available, and he had made the dish in his previous life, so it was quite simple.

First put water on the gas stove and boil it, then Qu Ning began to peel, slice and shred the potatoes.

The heavy kitchen knife flew up and down, sometimes appearing and disappearing under the cover of the potatoes, as if drawing a series of knife lights. The sound of the knife hitting the chopping board continued to sound, with consistent intervals like a machine, but if you listen carefully, it seems to have a certain order of importance, and the thumping sound formed a moving melody. Qu Ning did not deliberately pursue speed. As the water boiled, the sound of the knife stopped, leaving behind a pile of potato shreds of exactly the same thickness.

After blanching the potatoes quickly twice in boiling water, Qu Ning made a seasoning based on the existing ingredients and mixed the two. As Qu Ning stirred, the shredded potatoes finally became a pattern that looked like chrysanthemums, and some green chopped green onions added just the right amount of freshness.

After another busy period, Ping Zeyou finally prepared the meal with the help of Qu Ning.

After some words of thanks, Qu Ning finally got to eat the shredded potatoes he had made, and he almost cried because they were so delicious.

"This is too exaggerated, is this magic? It feels no different from the way I cooked in my previous life..." Qu Ning's thoughts just rolled to this point, and many different details of cooking in his previous life and this time popped up in his mind, "Hmm, so there are so many dishes? Anyway, the taste is too different, it's like my dad was playing games while cooking and suddenly wanted to make some different dishes, and my mom was serious, excited, and made dishes with extraordinary performance and wonderful ideas. The contrast between the two is so great."

While Qu Ning was daydreaming, the others were also shocked by his cooking skills, which tasted even better than Ping Zeyou's. However, although they were generous in praising Qu Ning's cooking skills, it seemed that except for You, the others just attributed the difference to the difference in taste and did not think much about it.

Before Qu Ning could enjoy the praise, his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Hey, is it time to come back?"