Crossover Anime: Starting with a Fusion of Master Chef, a Top-Tier Master Chef

……

Arriving at the cooking class classroom.

I guess some class just finished, and they cleaned up their things, but they didn't use up all the materials.

Lin Youshu found a small bag of rice, some cured meat, and a few scallions.

"Given her current condition, there's not much she can eat. Fried rice is too greasy, so let's cook some porridge instead."

Considering that people who haven't eaten for a long time shouldn't have oily stomachs, Lin Youshu planned to add only a little cured meat. Although he knew that Touma was the kind of person who couldn't live without meat.

It's not too late to eat meat after you've eaten your fill and have the energy.

Cooking porridge may seem simple, but cooking a good pot of porridge is not an easy task.

Especially for people who are sick.

It should have a smooth and creamy texture, but not be too mushy; it should be nutritious and delicious, but not too oily or salty.

The most crucial point—

The heat! The heat! The heat!

The heat is carefully controlled to fully bring out the aroma of the rice, while also blending it with the flavors of other ingredients to achieve a fragrant, sweet, and fresh taste!

Let alone those who are not good at cooking, even chefs who have worked in restaurants for a long time cannot guarantee that every pot of porridge they cook will be perfect.

Fortunately, this was not difficult for Lin Youshu.

His specialty is controlling the heat.

Wash the rice and put it in the pot, then turn on the heat.

Depending on the temperature, add the chopped cured meat and scallions at different times.

All that's left is to control the fire.

To ensure a good pot of porridge is cooked, he has to keep a close eye on it to avoid getting distracted and causing the porridge to taste bad.

As the steam began to rise, the aroma gradually intensified.

"Well, it tastes okay."

Lin Youshu stirred the food with a spoon, savoring the aroma, and nodded subconsciously.

However, the students upstairs and downstairs were out of luck.

The rich aroma wafted out the window and permeated the air.

"What is this? It smells so good!"

"It smells so good! Are they cooking something?"

"Damn it, why are you doing this to me? I just finished eating!"

"..."

This caused a stir among the students who were in class.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

The teacher was helpless and couldn't continue the class.

Actually, upon smelling the aroma, he couldn't help but secretly drool as well.

I can't help it, it smells so good.

I've never seen anyone cook a pot of porridge so fragrantly. I'll have to suggest to the principal that we make room in the cooking classroom.

teacher's office.

The teachers who didn't attend class were also whispering among themselves.

"Which class is having a cooking class?"

"No, the cooking class classroom is empty, isn't it?"

"Mr. Yamada, do you know what's going on?"

Ms. Yamada blinked: "A student came to borrow the key to the cooking class room just now, it must have been him."

"student?"

"Yes, it's that student I mentioned before who has a real talent for cooking. I can't think of anyone else besides him."

"Your student is quite something."

"Yes, it is."

"I'm suddenly a little hungry and want to eat ramen."

I want to eat dumplings.

"..."

A group of teachers then started discussing what to eat for dinner.

Let's turn our attention back to Lin Youshu.

The porridge is cooked, but the problem is there's no container to put it in.

Scratching his head, he decided to simply bring the whole pot to Touma.

Then all the teachers and students saw a guy carrying a pot, running briskly from the teaching building all the way across the playground to the infirmary.

It's jaw-dropping.

"What is that guy doing?"

"The pots in the cooking class were stolen?"

"It shouldn't be that bad, right?"

"Isn't that Lin Sang from Class A next door?"

"Was he the one who was cooking porridge just now?"

"I've heard he's incredibly talented at cooking, maybe!"

"What's going on? What are you all looking at?"

"..."

Lin Youshu has become famous again without even realizing it.

Many people know that a guy "stole" the pot from the cooking class.

Snowdrop saw it too.

Lin Youshu had told her about taking the afternoon off, but he didn't say the specific reason. Actually, she was quite curious.

Health room.

Touma was completely stunned when she saw him carrying a pot in.

What's going on?!

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Touma frowned as he put the pot down and hurriedly wiped the sweat from his brow.

Lin Youshu breathed a sigh of relief: "Food!"

After saying that, he lifted the lid.

"Porridge?"

"Ok!"

Lin Youshu finally smiled slightly: "Want to try it?"

Touma's eyes lit up as he smelled the steaming aroma wafting from the side.

That's right!

That's what it feels like!

Although it's not fried rice with eggs, the feeling is the same as when you face fried rice with eggs!

She had no appetite for other foods before, but this time, just the smell made her want to eat heartily.

What kind of magic is this?

Touma looked up at him, her expression complicated: "You disappeared for 20 minutes just to do this?"

Lin Youshu smiled and said, "Otherwise what? I can't just stand by and watch you starve to death, can I?"

Touma lowered her head: "For someone like me, even if I starve to death, it's not a big deal, is it?"

"What nonsense!"

Lin Youshu's smile vanished, and he frowned, saying, "Human life is so precious, you only have one, once it's gone, it's really gone. I really don't understand you people, always thinking about dying. If you're not even afraid of death, what else is there to be afraid of? Just live well!"

Touma remained silent, looking left and right: "Aren't there any bowls and chopsticks?"

Lin Youshu said with a stern face, "This is urgent. Where am I supposed to find you bowls and chopsticks? Just make do with these!"

Eating directly from the pot and spoon...

Touma was speechless; this was truly a path he had never imagined.

Fortunately, she wasn't that delicate.

The pot and ladle aren't very big; imagine them as a large ramen bowl and spoon, and you'll feel better.

……

Touma got off the hospital bed.

Lin Youshu offered her the chair and sat down on the edge of the bed, reminding her, "Blow on it first, it's freshly cooked and a little hot."

Touma wanted to say "Urusai," but he held back the words.

For the sake of this pot of porridge, let's not argue with him for now!

"It's so fragrant!"