"648 points?! It's too expensive, does she think she's a spirit chef? ”

"What kind of golden egg fried rice, in the final analysis, is just a simple stir-fry of eggs and rice together, maybe not as delicious as tea eggs."

"Counting this morning's [Secret Tea Egg] [Magical Double Skin Milk], can this restaurant have more than three spiritual power cuisines, don't be kidding."

Hearing Youmeng's declaration, there was a lot of commotion in the crowd.

It is common sense that even if you are a spiritual chef, not all the dishes you handle can meet the standard of spiritual food.

Unless it is an old restaurant that has been inherited for many years, or a large restaurant with multiple spiritual chefs, most of the restaurants in the academy city that claim to provide spiritual food can actually meet the standard of at least the first level of spiritual food with one or two gold medal main dishes.

Most of the rest of the dishes on the menu are actually made with ingredients rich in spiritual power like the previous Yellow Crane.

Of course, the main thing is that Yumeng's ability to choose a name is indeed too straightforward, and "egg fried rice" doesn't sound like that kind of aura-like dish.

But this time, in the face of everyone's doubts, Youmeng's mentality is particularly relaxed, after all, she has received more than 20 guests yesterday, and from the feedback, it is obviously more sought after than tea eggs and double skin milk.

Meng ignored the whispers around her, and Yumeng calmly raised two fingers and added.

"It should be noted that this lunch is limited to 20 servings, on a first-come, first-served basis, while stocks last. Now, it's time to close! ”

After saying that, Youmeng ignored the crowd around her, turned around in a dashing manner, and pulled Antonieva towards the inside of the student canteen - well, holding the pot of boiled tea eggs in one hand.

After all, the hungry first-graders around were about to cry from the scent, and it was hard to guarantee that they wouldn't have any strange thoughts if they didn't take it themselves.

"Huh? Is it a day? Yumo, Neva, you wait for me......"

Seeing this, Otilia on the side also hurriedly ran over and followed the two into the building.

As the three of them entered the student cafeteria building, the automatic doors that had been open closed automatically, leaving a group of hungry students gathered around the empty display tables.

Just as the crowd was about to disperse, the door suddenly opened, and Yumeng, dressed as a maid, stood at the door, tapping her forehead with her right hand.

"Ah, yes. I almost forgot, and this table. ”

Syllable.

Youmeng snapped her fingers lightly and said softly.

"Dissipate, I order in my capacity as the head chef of this land."

The table left in the doorway flickered slightly, and the iron table, which seemed to be a real one, suddenly made a click like broken glass.

The next moment, mottled cracks filled the entire tabletop, and everyone present felt as if the space had frozen for a moment, and then, the entire table suddenly turned into spiritual power fragments and dissipated into the air, without any trace.

"Spirit! Psychic projection! How is it possible, it is obviously a real physical object, how can it be a spiritual projection. ”

——This is a chef authority that Youmeng just discovered in the morning, and he can directly increase the number of tables and chairs in the form of projection within the scope of the student canteen.

Obviously, this building comes from the private kitchen of the founder of the Yulasis Academy, and there are countless mysteries hidden in it, waiting for Yumeng to solve them step by step.

"Well, see you at noon in half a day. My dear customers......"

With the exclamations around her, Yumeng smiled mysteriously, turned around, and disappeared into the darkness again.

Whew, perfect debut, I feel like I've played my best.

"I'm amazing~\\(≧▽≦)/~, come and see how much the turnover is."

Looking at Otilia and Antonieva, who were also a little tired and relaxed in the hall, Yumeng wiped the sweat that didn't exist on her forehead, and was about to put on her waist for a while.

Suddenly, the dumb hair on Youmeng's head stood up, strange, obviously a bumper harvest, why there was an ominous premonition.

"Little salted fish, the tea leaves in this pot, I remember you said that they were from the ingredient warehouse of the student canteen, right?"

When he raised his head, he saw Antonieva holding the pot used to boil tea eggs before, and asked softly with a smile.

Suffer!