People boast of Haikou for a while, and people behind the brainstorm crematorium.

This is Kagawa's real experience after returning home.

"What to do...... What should I do......"

Asked the maid to move a chair to the kitchen, she sat in front of the refrigerator with her hands on her chin, frowning at the ingredients and fruits in the refrigerator like a COS commander.

What is the best exam question for the modern person?

This is really a bit of a brain drain for Kagawa, whose memory is mostly common sense in the 21st century.

After all, she still doesn't understand why modern people don't think about heating ingredients, don't think about processed foods (of course, not the so-called processing of liquid foods and solid foods), and even resist using internally heated kitchen appliances such as ovens...... These problems are too complicated for Kagawa, who is still worried about no ginger and no soy sauce, so they are all left behind.

If she doesn't think about it, she will naturally not make any "exposed" moves, but it also makes her worry about joining the group exam at this moment.

The text questions are eliminated first, and if you really want to take it out, it is estimated that only a few genius high school students who study botanical biology can answer one or two questions, not to mention the more difficult recipe questions, not everyone has a Geegle in the terminal.

So the only solution is to come up with something practical, which can not only reflect the characteristics of your own ancient food community, but also become an exam question.

But now it's stuck here.

"Alas......"

Kagawa rubbed her head and tossed her hair into a mess, and when Kayuki came to the kitchen, she was startled by her sister's hairstyle.

"Wow! …… I was scared to death, it turned out to be my sister, how did you get your hair like this...... Could this be a popular hairstyle in ancient times? Kayuki curiously circled around Kagawa a few times to look at the "new hairstyle".

"It's just that I accidentally messed up my hair, but don't learn everything...... Anyway, why did you run to the kitchen? Didn't the maid just bring the snacks? ”

Kagawa asked.

"The maid was called by my parents to help, so I had to come and get it myself, do you have anything to drink?"

Xiangxue tilted her head and looked at the contents of the refrigerator.

"There was juice and milk, but it was a little cold...... Let the chef warm up the milk and make it into fruit milk. ”

So the two sisters chatted casually about the daily trivialities of the school while waiting for the kitchen AI to make fruit milk, and I heard that my sister was doing well at school, and she was still like a little princess holding the moon like in her previous life, and Kagawa was slightly relieved. Originally, she was worried that Xiangxue would be targeted by her peers if she made a live broadcast room too eye-catching, but now that she thinks about it, there are so many monitoring devices in modern times, if the other party really does something to hurt Xiangxue, her parents will check it, and the other party will have nowhere to hide.

[Beep-Miss Xiangxue, the fruit milk has been made]

The two turned their heads to see the kitchen AI's iron arm sticking out of the ceiling carrying a tray with a pot of fruit milk and a few cups on it.

"I'm thirsty, pour me a drink."

Xiangxue said.

[Beep - Obey]

Iron arm flexibly picked up the milk pot and poured a glass of eight-point full fruit milk, not a drop gradually came out, Kagawa couldn't help but admire the fineness of modern machines when he looked at it, although he was still dissatisfied with this guy's usual dislike of her somewhat casual cooking methods.

"Hmm...... It's really fragrant...... Hey? ”

Xiangxue picked up the cup and sniffed it happily, suddenly frowning, and a confused expression appeared on her face.

"Xiaoxue, what's wrong?"

"Hmm......" Xiangxue put the fruit milk to her mouth suspiciously and took a sip, her brows furrowed even deeper, she handed the cup to Kagawa and said, "Sister, this fruit milk tastes wrong." ”

Yes? Wrong? Could it be that the recipe has been changed?

Kagawa quickly picked up the cup and took a sip, stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "It's just that the apples were replaced by peaches." ”

"Huh?" Xiangxue picked up the cup and tasted it again, nodded slowly and said, "It seems to be ...... It's a bit like a peach, and it tastes pretty good. ”

"I've eaten so many cakes lately, can't you remember the taste of peaches?"

Kagawa laughed at her.

"I only eat peaches at night when I have a snack, and we didn't eat fruit in the past, but fruits were all for decoration."

Xiangxue saw that she was laughed at by her sister, and quickly defended herself.

Kagawa shook his head and smiled without saying a word, her sister was much more visible when she was a child, and it was a anxious expression when she quibbled.

Then again, such a good quality fruit is actually used as a decoration...... I really don't understand what modern people think. Kagawa sighed in his heart.

…… Well? Fruit? Fruit milk?

Kagawa took out the list of ingredients in the warehouse, looked at the balance of milk and various fruits, and gradually had an idea in his heart.

On the third day of school, that is, the last day for freshmen to choose a club, if they don't make a choice, they must participate in public welfare activities, which is too boring for high school freshmen who are very playful, so many people have already figured out their ultimate goal in the morning, and in the afternoon, most people go straight to the club they have chosen.

The focus of the 8th class is naturally (theoretically) relaxed ancient food clubs and (seemingly) fun performance clubs.

Qiu Manman got the information that Kagawa sorted out last night according to the training content of the 21st century stage drama crew, and after briefly writing the introduction of the club, he persuaded many curious babies who were Tu Yile, but there were really two or three people who joined the performance club after careful consideration, but Qiu Manman was very happy.

It's Kagawa, and there is no one in the afternoon, and everyone comes to inquire about the content of the assessment in the morning between classes, and is curious about why she doesn't send buns today, and she pretends to be a mysterious refusal to answer to arouse curiosity, so the people in the eighth class of high school who have not yet joined the group and the freshmen who heard the news from other classes have run to the ancient food club activity room during the club activity time.

The club building has now been renovated, with the exterior walls painted white and the roof eaves painted red according to Kagawa's requirements, standing out among the cool-toned dormitories.

I saw two nearly two-meter-high light screen posters hanging in front of the door of the club activity room, which read: Don't miss it when you pass by, you can get a piece of fruit cake by participating in the group test! The mystery test will test your taste buds, and take on the challenge of ancient cuisine with your experienced tongue!

The other students in the class who had never tasted the steamed buns looked at each other: taste buds? Tongue? What is this to be tested?

A classmate who has tasted steamed buns: This is delicious again!

In the crowd, Ouyang Yating frowned, Liang Gong took a deep breath, and the brown-haired boy glanced at the signboard, showed a bored expression, and left the scene.