Wait, why is this blond guy a lolicon?

Both of them stood in front of the stove.

For a moment, the atmosphere became tense.

Lan Xinlan swallowed hard, tilted her head, and whispered, "Alina... I remember Joestar has a Michelin certificate, right?"

"Wouldn't this kind of competition be too damaging to Jiang Ling?"

Alan is so cute, being so slow to realize things!

Alina reached out her slender, white hand and pinched her cheek, grinning mischievously, "Oh~ worried about your little boyfriend?"

"No!" Lan Xinlan was extremely embarrassed, her face flushing red. "Alina! I was just... concerned about a friend!"

"I was just... concerned... about... a... friend," Alina exaggeratedly parroted, "Who keeps telling people how amazing he is..."

"His culinary skills aren't his forte..." Lan Xinlan muttered to herself.

"Oh? Not cooking... could it be in bed?! Hey~ Alan~ when did you lose your virginity~ tell me..."

"N-No! Although he seems pretty good in bed..."

Alina: ?

"No, you haven't even slept with him, how do you know he's good?"

"Well……"

"Is she going to be watching him with another woman? Hahaha..." Alina joked.

"..."

"Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything?" Alina chuckled. "Alan, usually such a shrewd girl, but when it comes to sex-related topics, she starts dodging the question..."

Sometimes silence is consent—yes, I saw it…the power that keeps a girl on her toes for 24 hours straight.

but.

Alina simply took her awkwardness as a uniquely Daxia custom of being afraid to talk about sex.

She blushes and becomes incoherent whenever that topic is discussed, babbling incoherently, which fits some of her stereotypes.

"How about this, if your boyfriend has half of Jody's abilities, let him pass with a perfect score, okay?"

"Hmm..." Lan Xinlan nodded absentmindedly, her mind in turmoil.

After her best friend's suggestion, she couldn't help but think about how many...extinction-level wars had taken place outside the closet during her absence.

Oh no, no, Alan, you can't think about that!

A strange feeling is creeping back in!

She covered her burning cheeks with her delicate white hands and slumped limply in the seat.

……

"What do you mean by 'I should do my best to make the dishes I know best'?!"

Upon hearing this, Jody became displeased and slammed her fist on the table.

"Are you looking down on me, you bastard!"

"Fine, since you're so stubborn, then I'll show you just how powerful I am, having inherited the glory of my ancestor Auguste Escoffier!"

Having said that, he no longer concealed his aura and pulled out a chef's certificate from his luggage—a Michelin three-star peak!

"What I'm going to make is—'Truffle Honey Glazed Quail Breast with Caramelized Pear and Fennel Root Puree'!"

"The essence of the Escoffier school lies in the ultimate pursuit of the original flavor of ingredients and the perfect fusion of modern technology!"

"That's what Jody said."

I personally selected the plumpest truffles, super sweet honey, juicy quail breast, fine sugar, white pears, and fennel root.

Then, a small hammer is pulled out from the molecular gastronomy kitchen equipment and the quail meat is quickly and repeatedly pounded.

【Ora Ora Ora—!】

He toasted the sugar in a flat-bottomed casserole until it turned an enticing light brown, bubbling as he strolled leisurely across the stove like a butterfly in flight. When the time was right, he casually poured in the chopped onions and fennel roots.

"Johnny, watch closely," Jody said with a confident smile.

"That shovel move is going to be awesome!"

The "Golden Chef's Hat" iron spatula precisely flipped the quail meat over, and the melted butter extracted the original aroma of the meat.

In a daze, it seemed as if I could see a magical scene.

Like xll, the quail meat, under the vigorous stir-frying of the large iron pot, had its soft belly meat twitching, and the fat inside was rapidly heating up.

Pour in the wine!

High temperature and intense heat! Heating your teeth and mouth!

Sudden.

With a soft "poof".

I can't hold it in any longer!

The liquid oil splattered out and sizzled as it landed on the iron pot.

Then it gathered into a small stream, flowing weakly and slowly along the edge of the pot...

"Out of the pot!" Jody shouted with a powerful voice.

Then, the perfectly cooked quail meat is suddenly tossed up and dropped into the center of the ceramic plate with the precision of a guided bomb.

Pear pulp, fennel root, and truffle slices were quickly arranged on a plate.

Then pour the warm caramel over it.

"Ladies, please enjoy your meal. This dish is best enjoyed in ten minutes," Jody said with a smile.

The two dishes were presented to the judges.

Lan Xinlan carefully cut off a piece, pierced it with a fork, put it in her mouth, chewed it slowly, and after a long while, she put down her chopsticks and wiped her pink lips with a handkerchief.

"Hmm..." She thought for a moment, then raised her hand to indicate:

"10 points!"

"What is the total score...?"

"Also a 10."

"Where is Miss Alina?"

"very."

"Nice!"

Jody, beaming, stood on the chair, wildly waving her fists, and looked at Jiang Ling, who was resting with her eyes closed, with a provocative gaze.

"Hey, if you can't do what I do, you might as well get lost."

"Now, unless my ancestor Auguste Escoffier is resurrected, you are destined to lose!"

[Hmph... This junior has truly lost the respect a chef should have for another chef!]

In the mental space.

After listening to Jiang Ling's account of "spirit inquiry".

Although Escoffier was amazed that such a miraculous thing existed in the world, he quickly accepted the situation.

Upon hearing Jody's arrogant declaration, the old man frowned and burst into a tirade:

[You scoundrel! Didn't your master teach you about "respect"?]

Even if you are very skilled, you must always maintain a humble apprentice's mindset!

Seeing the old man so excited, Jiang Ling pressed her advantage:

Senior, please lend me your power...

Escoffier nodded and said, "Then use that 'possession' ability, and then... pass on a message to him for me."

"What did you say?"

"A proud chef can't heat up a good soup."

"it is good."

A warm current flowed through my brain.

The old man lent out all his knowledge and experience.

"This is the power of my senior..."

Jiang Ling closed her eyes and saw "herself" gradually improving her culinary skills from an apprentice.

Time flies, and the days pass like an arrow.

Those skills seeped into his heart like a silent stream.

Watering brings forth beautiful flowers.

I've succeeded as the chef!

"Come on, choose your ingredients..." Jody said, crossing her arms and looking at him with a mocking expression.

His clownish moments seem so close.

"Child, you are still too young."

Nineteen-year-old Jiang Ling shook her head with an air of maturity, looking at 24-year-old Jody with the eyes of someone who had been through it all, "There are some things you'll understand when you get to my age."

"Clam?!!"

Jiang Ling didn't look at him again.

Concentrate intently on chopping vegetables.

Based on the choice of ingredients, Jody could immediately tell that what he was making was also a masterpiece of the Escoffier school—

"Truffle honey glaze quail breast with caramelized pear and fennel root puree".

His skillful knife work and the calm demeanor he exuded.

The sarcastic remark that was about to be uttered got stuck in his throat.

Jody stared blankly at his hands as he cut the meat.

This technique...

He had only seen it in the only cooking videotape left by his master. No matter how talented the apprentices were, they could not replicate the old man's cooking techniques one by one.

Wait a minute... this can't be real, right?!

Alina glanced at Alan beside her and saw that she was resting her chin on her hands, staring intently at the man busy at the stove.

Lan Xinlan: [He does seem a little bit handsome~ Hehehe...]

Sometimes, matters between men and women are often decided by those around them.

When you and someone of the opposite sex have only gotten a little closer, and your friends/best friends urge you to be together, you rush to defend yourself. But the more you talk, the more confused you become. It's only when you come to your senses that you're shocked to discover...

I think I might actually like... him a little.