In fact, Xia Yu really didn't know if his seven "repeated" dishes could satisfy Maas's appetite. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But isn't the fun in the unknown?

He wants to take back the shopping street industry, protect Xia's shop, and put all his efforts into it, even if he fails, he will not leave any regrets, but he will hold his breath and continue to improve his cooking skills, and fight again in the future.

"Wow"

Pulling open the door, Xia Yu and Ryoko Lina carried the tray and entered the private room one after another.

Maas had gone to the bathroom to sort out his appearance, and this would be the personable, young-looking 'food club' giant again, and no one would have imagined that this guy had a non-human appetite and stomach pouch just by looking at his appearance.

"What is this, wrapped in tin foil, there are seven of them...... Barbecue?" asked Maas, curious.

After eating the 'Frost Magic Mapo Tofu', Maas's evaluation of Xia Yu in his heart suddenly rose a lot, no wonder it was the chef who made his proud disciple lose and couldn't afford to challenge.

It is no wonder that Professor Smith commented that even a special chef is not sure to defeat a strong opponent if he does not master the 'special nirvana'.

'Frost Magic Mapo Tofu' can be said to have subverted Maas's perception of tofu cuisine.

He had never eaten such a delicious tofu dish.

Therefore, the demonic appetite that he tried his best to suppress was completely awakened under the surprise of surprise!

"It's not wrong to say that it's barbecue, because 'barbecue' is an indispensable part of cooking. Xia Yu said.

"Seven in total. ”

Maas counted, a deep smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"The total is 35 million yen, that is, the price of each dish is 5 million yen, and the price of a typical special dish that is rotten is about the same price, and if it is a little new, it is more than 10 million. ”

"And if you talk about fantasy recipes that use 'fantasy ingredients', the price can be said to be ...... There is no upper limit!"

He chuckled lightly and playfully glanced at Xia Yu's face.

"If, the quality of these seven dishes is close to that of 'Frost Magic Mapo Tofu', no, eighty percent...... Seventy percent of the quality is okay, that's what I earned!"

The word "earned" is deliberately used to strengthen the tone.

Mas was watching Xia Yu's reaction.

Unexpectedly, his expression did not change at all, as if he didn't care much about money.

Raising an eyebrow, this time Maas was surprised. Are there any people who don't love money?

"How ......"

As soon as Maas was about to speak, Xia Yu waved his hand and said, "Principal Maas, we'll talk about the price later, now please try my dishes first, maybe they can make you 'satisfied'——"

His face was slightly stagnant, and for some reason, his heart was a little awe-inspiring at the moment. Maas stared at the young man's really young face, and the corners of his mouth curled: "Funny little guy!"

He also reached out and grabbed a still hot tin foil bag and placed it on the tea table.

Peel off the tape from the closure.

Syllable!

At this moment, the volcano erupted, and the originally casual expression suddenly shook it.

Maas's hand froze above the mouth of the bag, first the bitter cold wind blowing, then the burning heat of the flames.

In just a second or two, the palm of his hand actually experienced the feeling of absolute zero and infinite flames!

His face became solemn.

"This kind of 'barbecue cuisine' is very unusual!"

Staring at the slowly opening of the bag, Maas said word by word.

"Headmaster Maas, wait—"

Xia Yu stopped Mas who wanted to spoon in time, and asked Ryoko Lina to help, and the two of them opened the remaining six tin foil bags together.

At this moment, even Isshiki Hui, Kobayashi Gentian, Chiyo Aichi, and Watanabe Yuki, who were standing outside the door, shook their bodies with the cold and hot air currents that came to their noses.

Only Erina Nagikiri, who has really tasted the 'Song of Ice and Fire', can barely hold it down.

On the tea table, charcoal-grilled paella wrapped in tin foil is placed.

A strong fragrance filled the room.

Maas was aroused again, his eyes reddened, and he struggled to maintain a trace of sanity, this time not rushing to gobble up, but carefully examined the paella in the bag, and the more he looked at it, the more amazed he became.

"Beautiful!"

"No less beautiful than 'Frost Magic Mapo Tofu'!"

"Huh, pitch black rice?"

The pupils shrank, and a hungry cry came from his stomach, Ma Si didn't care about nonsense, took the big spoon handed by Xia Yu, and when he took it down and lifted it again, it was full of paella, and there was a piece of boneless monkfish meat on the surface.

Open your mouth and swallow half a scoop.

The body swings.

There was an extreme taste, rushing up the throat to the head, and the spiritual defense suddenly collapsed.

"Where am I ......"

When he opened his eyes, he was bustling with people, old streets, medieval European-style houses, and passers-by in various costumes, surrounding him around the corner of the street.

The fingers moved unconsciously.

For!

The melodious melody sounded, and Maas stared blankly at the maple harp he held in his arms, and then looked at the decorations on his body, light leather armor, cloth clothes, dusty servants, polished leather boots on his feet, he had a short sword pinned to his waist, and a dagger hidden in his boots.

The poets who have walked through the mainland countries and have seen the customs of the countries have weathered faces and deep eyes.

I saw the poet singing on the street corner accompanied by the melody:

"From the Grey Mist Mountains to the scorching scorching sand sea, all the way over the mountains and plains, rivers and forests, directly across half a continent, I followed in the footsteps of that Red Dragon Tyrant, and finally came to a peninsula full of volcanoes......"

This is the poetry of narrative.

Maas himself is the poet, playing and singing and reminiscing, his chest full of the exhaustion of the journey, but also another kind of satisfaction of discovery and exploration.

"Behind an active volcano more than 3,000 meters above sea level, there is a magnificent temple made of granite!"

"Huge and towering stone pillars......"

"Beautiful relief ......"

"It overlooks the entire peninsula, and in the spacious temple square, there are statues of the gods, but there is only one statue among them, which has been worshipped day and night from ancient times to the present day!"

Syllable.

At this point, the thoughts were interrupted.

Maas opened his eyes in reality, and Xia Yu guided him, scooping up a spoonful of paella in another tin foil bag to taste.

Bitter!

This bag of paella deliberately increased the dose of a certain spice, leaving the spice formula on the verge of collapse.

"It's an artichoke!"

The smell similar to walnut kernels, accumulated together, exploded on the tip of the tongue, obviously so abrupt, but Maas's heart trembled, and he stiffened again and lost his mind.

on the desert.

A worshipper, drowned by the wind and sand.

Countless falls, countless ups. Maas was locked in perspective, his eyes staring bloodshot at the mountains at the end of the sky, where the mountains were covered in volcanic ash all year round, and the sky was even red.

But the red light is like a guiding light, and there is only an incomparably pious belief in the heart:

Be sure to visit the temple on the volcano!

"Whew, whew, whew......"

I don't know how long it took, but Maas opened his eyes again, his breathing began to be chaotic, and he looked at the food on the tea table, and a trace of fear gradually appeared in his eyes.

However, Maas gritted his teeth and spooned again!

"What's going on......"

Outside the private room, Ishiki, Kobayashi Gentian and others, who witnessed Mas enjoying paella, looked at each other in surprise.

This time, Maas was really "enjoying" the food, chewing slowly, lest he miss a certain taste, a certain secret given to the cuisine by the chef, like a beast being tamed, sitting obediently, the gentleman's style of painting is too strange. (To be continued.) )