Two days before the countdown to the "School Festival", when the propaganda campaign overwhelmingly occupied online and offline, forming an all-round coverage, the kitchen of the Polestar Liao dormitory was a gloomy fog.

"No, no!"

Megumi Tadoko poured cold water into his mouth in large gulps, and the hot burning sensation in his mouth and body was slightly relieved.

With fear in her eyes, she looked at the plate of mapo tofu on the table in front of her.

"Still can't do it!"

Kohei Chuangzhen held his chin in his hand, his eyebrows were entangled, and he also ate a spoonful of mapo tofu, and whispered indistinctly while chewing: "It's very spicy, but this 'spicy' is too different from what I have tasted in the Chinese Cooking Research Association!"

Bang!

"Damn!"

With his hands propped up on the table, Kohei Chuangzhen practiced, failed, and practiced for several days in a row, and so on, even if the big heart inevitably had a tendency to explode in the mentality, "Why, it's obviously called "spicy", but the taste is a heaven, an underground, and it lacks the profundity that captures people's hearts!"

"Because ......," Megumi Tazo said cautiously, "I have long mastered the key to the extreme!"

"Kohei-kun!"

She plucked up her courage: "Let's change our thinking, in the "spicy" duel, there is no hope of winning at all!

"No way!"

Kohei Chuangzhen swept away the decline, and the flame of fighting spirit burned in his eyes, "It's not time to give up lightly!"

With that, he turned back to prepare the ingredients.

Cut the green peppers, cut the meat slices, and after a while, serve the back to the pot meat and green pepper shredded meat.

"It really doesn't work!"

Tian Suohui ate two bites, and his eyes were teary, pointing to his somewhat swollen lips and really crying: "Again, eat again, I won't be able to recover the day after tomorrow, so how can I go to the school festival to entertain guests!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Kohei Sojin opened his mouth, lowered his head and sighed, and untied his apron.

The Polestar dormitory is far quieter than usual.

Yishihui led the rest of the friends to arrange the paving, and was busy from morning to night every day.

In the kitchen, even the air is full of annoying spicy smell, Xingping Chuangzhen came out, breathed fresh air, and rarely stretched: "What Xiaohui said may be right, it's time to change your thinking!"

Stand at the entrance of the lobby and sweep towards the courtyard of Pole Star Liao.

Outside, there was a young girl sitting quietly on the table and chairs under the shade of the trees, with a small tray in front of her, a few plates of homemade delicate snacks, and a cup of afternoon tea.

The girl was looking at something with her mobile phone, relishing, and from time to time her eyes were dilated, as if she was immersed in her own world and thinking.

Seeing this, Kohei Chuangzhen said hello:

"Morita, aren't you going to help at the shop construction site in Chuo-ku?"

was disturbed, the girl was not annoyed, looked up and said with a smile: "Senior Isshiki let me have a good rest, he said, I may not be busy in two days, let me recuperate." ”

Kohei Chuangzhen was stunned, and then smiled bitterly.

"yes!"

He added with a complicated heart: "No wonder I let the Ichishiki seniors rely on it." With Morita's reputation for winning the championship in the autumn selection, many guests outside the school will patronize the Polestar Liao shop for her fame. ”

After all, it's not a complaining dragon complaining about the pig's feet, Xingping Chuangzhen's emotional regulation ability can be described as perverted, and he immediately changed to a sunny smiling face:

"What are you looking at?"

He leaned close to the table and immediately exclaimed, "Comics?"

Even if there are no entertainment cells, I don't listen to songs, I don't play games, I don't watch animations, and I completely focus on honing my cooking skills, but I am also attracted by the enlarged color page comics on the mobile phone screen.

Coincidentally, Maki Morita's white fingers turned to the last page, and the screen popped up like this:

"No more. ”

"Ah, I've read it again, urge more!" Morita muttered.

"Show me!"

Kohei Soma suddenly became interested.

Because, this is a color page food comic, the serial plot is at the wonderful point, the boy serves an exclusive dish to the discerning guest, which is a bright red like a flame, embellished with strong spicy dishes!

Chinese Cuisine!

Maki Morita didn't give him his phone, but just threw him an online reading address, "Look for yourself." ”

After speaking, he took a sip of tea with snacks, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

She's watching Kohei Soma.

Half a day.

"How?" asked Maki in a whisper.

Kohei Chuangzhen was still dumbfounded, staring at the full-color cartoon posted by an unknown author on his personal Twitter, and muttered to himself: "...... Shu people are not afraid of spicy, Hunan people are not afraid of spicy, Guizhou people are afraid of spicy, it turns out that people in these areas of China are so pursuing the ultimate spiciness, not only Shu people have spicy eating habits!"

He looked down.

The hunchbacked old guests get down to taste a kind of red oil dumplings with chopsticks, and then they have an expression of enjoyment that ascends to heaven.

At this point, it is the inner monologue of the chef and operator of the small shop:

"It's really addictive!"

The protagonist of the realistic and fresh painting style, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, clenched his fists and said: "Taste, in physiology, is defined as sweet, bitter, sour, salty and delicious, so "spicy" is not a physiological taste and taste, strictly speaking, it is - pain!"

"The spicy taste is different from the organ that can feel the sense of taste, and this kind of thing that is out of the physiological system is actually captured by the vanilla-based receptor......"

"More precisely, chili peppers contain something called capsaicin, which bypasses the tongue and binds to vanillin in the body's neurons to produce a burning sensation, so it forms a spicy taste!"

"As for the cause of addiction......"

Kohei Soma stared down with wide eyes and couldn't help but read: "The strong spicy taste stimulates the brain and makes the brain release the secretion of adrenaline endorphins, which is the so-called addiction to strong spicy food!"

"I see!"

The anonymous author, through the voice of the protagonist, conveys very professional culinary knowledge. Kohei Chuangzhen watched it back and forth more than a dozen times, and every time he watched it, he realized, "I didn't expect spicy to be such a tangled dish!"

Kohei Soma, who lacks basic theoretical knowledge, seems to have taken a lesson on strong spicy, and his heart is full of heavy harvest joy.

So professional!

This is Kohei's strong impression of the manga content.

Suddenly, for the first time, Kohei had a feeling of falling in love with things other than cooking.

"And this red oil dumpling, Chinese cuisine ......"

Look down again,Look up again after a while,Xingping Chuangzhen's eyes are full of eagerness to try,"It's so detailed!You can try to restore! My school festival menu may not be able to add this recipe!"

He turned around and strode into the room.

Maki Morita watched him disappear, and the corner of his eye slanted up slightly, revealing a somewhat fox-like smile.

"Sure enough, there's a new reader on board!"

There was a heartfelt smile in the girl's eyes.

For the nameless little author with dozens of Twitter followers, Maki seems to know it.

"Urge!

Send a short message.

The comic just started to be serialized a few days ago.,Updated every day.,The theme is a small fresh painting style with small fresh content.,There's no fighting.,The character is simple.,The scene is also simple.,Only the protagonist inherits the daily story of the small shop and all kinds of diners.,In addition to warmth,It also gives people a very professional cooking knowledge baptism.。

At least, Maki thinks it's good-looking, and her heart is also inspired by a series of cooking close-up highlights, which stimulates a strong urge to practice.

Is this really a small piece of practice?