I really don't want to have a girlfriend.

There was no need to waste his energy on such a pointless activity, so Yuu Tenkuji focused his attention on the cooking duel in front of him; even though his opponent was a former defeated foe, and this duel was almost like an exhibition match, he had no intention of holding back.

The dish to be made is simple and not very refined, since it is to be made for the audience to taste. The large quantity makes it difficult to refine the dish. Therefore, it requires even more basic skills from the chef and is no less difficult than the "Six-in-One Magical Mapo Tofu" I made last time.

"A well-made 'Golden Fried Rice' can actually glow."

A smile played on his lips as he reached out his clean, muscular arm and pulled over the basket full of eggs.

The next moment, with a speed so fast that no one could see it, the egg was cracked open, and the yolk flew into a large bowl next to it, separating from the egg white.

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"Was that the person who was playing the piano on stage just now...?"

"I had no idea our school had such a genius..."

"He's handsome, plays the piano, and seems to be able to cook... How come I've never heard of him before?"

"I know him! Tenkuji from Class F. A friend of mine once sent him a love letter because he thought he was good-looking, but he rejected her... I never expected him to be such a treasure."

Hearing the students praising him, Yuuki Asuna chuckled with pride. When he noticed someone eyeing him, he pouted and glared at them in dissatisfaction, but then couldn't help but raise his chin smugly, looking arrogant as if to say, "I already have what you want."

Kyoko Yuuki no longer wanted to pay attention to her daughter's foolish behavior in love. After finding a good vantage point where no one could block her view, she looked thoughtfully at the boy standing in front of the long table.

"Not only the piano, but also cooking is so easy for you... You're so young and you're already distracted by so many things. Be careful you don't end up achieving nothing."

Her murmur reached her ears, and Asuna subconsciously retorted, "There are talented people everywhere, it's better than being a bookworm, right? Thinking like that just shows how narrow-minded you are, Mom!"

"That's why I said to be careful, and not to jump to conclusions." Kyoko Yuuki glanced at me sideways, annoyed. "Honestly, you're already arguing with me for his sake before you're even married into the family. What will you be like after you change your surname? Are you planning to disown us as your parents?"

"No, Mom, you're overthinking it!" Asuna coughed twice, her face flushed, and quickly changed the subject. "By the way, the match hasn't started yet. Should we go say hello to Yu-kun?"

"Go if you want, I'll just watch from the sidelines." Kyoko Yuuki had her own considerations and maintained a detached attitude.

Asuna Yuuki glanced at her mother, but instead of leaving her to chat with Yuu Tenkuji, she stood by the crowd, eager to see him show off his skills.

Suddenly, their eyes met at the table, and soon after, his phone rang.

After chatting for a few minutes, Asuna Yuuki put down her phone.

"Why didn't you ask him about the girls around him?" A rare, teasing smile appeared on the mother's usually cold and serious face.

“He told me before that there was nothing to worry about.” Asuna tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her face relaxed, even with a hint of smugness.

"The one with long, straight black hair is his club president, and they don't get along. The girl with the bun hairstyle is a middle school classmate, the third member of the club who is sometimes not very noticeable, and the one in the white coat is a teacher who likes to read shonen manga... Apart from the woman who looks quite mature, I still recognize them even though I'm meeting them for the first time."

When a boyfriend is this honest with you, no matter how popular he is, his girlfriend won't be worried about him cheating.

This sense of security is also why Asuna Yuuki likes Yuu Tenkuji more and more.

“So that’s why you trust him so much…” Kyoko Yuuki sighed, crossed her arms, and questioned with a rather sarcastic tone, “Are you sure he’s 100% honest with you? The best lie is not telling the truth, and he can’t possibly not understand that.”

"You don't need to worry about that, Mother." Asuna snorted, refusing to accept her argument that her feelings were being shaken.

Kyoko Yuuki chuckled coldly, looking down on her: "You're so young, yet you're so skilled at manipulating women. No wonder you're so infatuated with him."

"I'm not going around in circles! It's just basic trust between lovers, Mother, you wouldn't understand."

"How could I not understand? If I don't understand, how can I marry your father?"

"Blind dates... well, even if it's not, your era is completely different from ours now, you can't compare them!"

"Tsk, it's only been less than twenty years..."

Kyoko Yuuki's forehead twitched, and she glared at her increasingly arrogant and rebellious daughter.

As if she couldn't be bothered to argue, she turned her gaze away and looked ahead.

Soon, the competition, without a host, officially began in full view of everyone.

The signal was like a lit stove fire, the scorching air seeming to completely evaporate the dark clouds overhead.

Both began their cooking activities, and the first step they both chose was to beat the eggs.

As the head of the culinary research department and the son of a diner owner, Headmaster Yukima, with a white headscarf tied around his neck, skillfully placed an egg in each hand into the bowl in half a second, his smooth movements a sight to behold.

As for the other side...

Kyoko Yuuki frowned, then her eyes gradually turned to astonishment.

Not only her, but most of the audience members present looked on in disbelief when they saw that scene.

There's no other reason than that Yuu Tenkuji's hands were so fast they were almost blurry, yet his movements were more precise than a machine.

It's as if you burst through the eggshell and flew into the bowl. In the blink of an eye, the yolk has filled half the space in the bowl, while the egg white and the shell have disappeared.

A quick glance revealed two bags underneath, one for egg whites and the other for eggshells, neatly arranged like tiny steel balls.

In less than ten seconds, while his opponent had only cracked half of the egg, Yuu Tenkuji had already methodically finished processing the egg and started heating the pan to serve the rice.

Someone muttered under their breath, "Is this a juggling act or magic?"

The scene fell silent for some reason, with only the sounds of the fire blazing and the clatter of pots and pans echoing, and the aroma gradually spreading.

Not long after.

Two large plates were placed on the long table, one containing fried rice and the other also containing fried rice.

It was just covered by a large, semi-circular pot lid, mysteriously concealing its appearance and aroma.

Everyone watched them prepare the dish, and no one could understand why Yuu Tenkuji would go to the trouble of putting a lid on that simple fried rice dish that didn't match his fancy cooking skills at all.

"It would be a waste to make this dish without following this procedure."

He simply gave this meaningful explanation, and then had Minister Yukima begin distributing the dishes for tasting.

With the help of the cooking club members, most of the audience members and the service club members received a small, disposable plate with a spoonful of hot, fragrant fried rice on it.

"This is my mixed fried rice, please enjoy!"

The portion was only enough for one bite, so some people poured the whole plate into their mouths, chewed it a couple of times with their mouths closed, and then their eyes widened suddenly and their faces flushed inexplicably.

"It's supposed to be mixed fried rice, but the taste is so refreshing?! It's so appetizing!"

Minister Xingzhen chuckled, picked up a jar of dark red seasoning from the side, and said with no small amount of pride, "Because I added plum sauce!"

"Now that breakfast is almost digested and lunchtime is approaching, this refreshing and sweet seasoning is perfect for whetting the appetite! It also helps to dilute the strong flavor of the mixed fried rice, making it easier to eat!"

Many people nodded frequently, and after finishing that small bite of fried rice, the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard one after another.

"It's so delicious..."

"Can I eat my bento now? I can have two!"

"Is there any fried rice left? I can buy the rest!"

The constant praise prompted Minister Yukima to remove her white headscarf and say with great enthusiasm, "I apologize for the poor hospitality! Well then, Yu, it's your turn to cook next."

Yuu Tenkuji put down the small plate, walked behind his dish, and placed his palm on the lid.

"Xingzhen, your cooking skills have improved even more than last time. I want to eat it one bite after another."

"Hmph, of course—how could I possibly stand still when faced with my destined nemesis!"

Minister Yukima rubbed his nose, beaming with enthusiasm, and looked at him with bright eyes: "And... judging from your tone, you don't seem worried at all about losing to me."

“Of course, I’m very confident in my cooking skills.” Yuu Tenkuji’s smile deepened, and after everyone’s attention was focused on his hands, he slowly lifted the lid of the pot.

"Even a simple fried rice dish is no joke."

As the words fell.

As if the dark clouds had briefly dispersed, a strong golden light suddenly shone from under the pot lid.

Shining in the eyes of all the wide-eyed spectators, it was like a semi-circular sun falling on a plate, quietly radiating light and heat.

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"Did you add fluorescent agents to it?"

Yukino asked instinctively, but upon closer inspection, the light seemed to have been absorbed into the golden grains of rice, no longer so dazzling.

Is it a hallucination?

Yukino Yukinoshita rubbed her eyes and suddenly realized that she had been really stupid to ask that question earlier. All the ingredients and cooking methods he used were obvious to everyone. Apart from the suspicious action of putting the lid on the pot, everything was aboveboard. How could he possibly have had the opportunity to use fluorescent agents?

Normal people wouldn't put that kind of thing in their food.

Unusually, Yuu Tenkuji didn't tease her, but simply shrugged casually: "It's amazing, isn't it? As long as the food is delicious, it's not difficult to make it glow."

He paused, then habitually sarcastically remarked, "If you want to learn, I can teach you. With your intelligence, you could probably learn it in ten years, right?"

"I refuse. I don't want to look at your repulsive face for ten years."

Ignoring him, Yukino Yukinoshita walked expressionlessly toward the disposable dishes and chopsticks, and casually called out to Yuihama and Hiratsuka Shizuka: "Distribute them, although I already know the result just from the smell."

It was just the most ordinary egg fried rice, but its light and gentle aroma completely dispelled the smell of "Plum Mixed Fried Rice". It was as if spring had suddenly arrived in the courtyard, gently yet domineeringly driving away all the inappropriate elements.

Tenkuji Yu took a bite and ate it himself, nodding in satisfaction.

"Although the equipment is a bit rudimentary and the heat isn't intense enough to reach its full potential... winning the match shouldn't be a problem."

Golden fried rice is simple to make and tastes simple too—but the most important and difficult thing to capture is its simple deliciousness, which can make you feel the warmth of the sun with just one bite and immerse you in a simple and unpretentious feeling.

Ordinary dishes would naturally struggle to reach this level, and even expert-level culinary skills would fall short.

So, Yuu Tenkuji administered a drug—a drug called "emotional transfer".

Don't ask him how he did it, just as he can't explain how the system appeared in his body.

Anyway, when the onlookers received the small plate containing the fried rice and couldn't wait to put it in their mouths and chew it, the touching expressions on their faces proved that his drug was very successful, directly bringing tears to a wave of people's eyes.

"Waaah, so much happiness..."

"It's so delicious, I can't think of any other words to describe it... It's like the first fried rice my mother ever made for me, both delicious and comforting..."

"I dare not chew anymore, what will I do if I finish it all... How can fried rice be made so delicious!"

The exaggerated praise even made Yuu Tenkuji feel a little embarrassed, so he quickly filled two small plates with fried rice and headed towards where Asuna was.

Naturally, Kyoko Yuuki was beside her, subtly observing her.

"Hello, Auntie. I hope you enjoy the school's activities." As she handed over the fried rice, Tenkuji Yuya greeted her politely.

After a long silence, Kyoko Yuuki nodded and replied in an unexpectedly calm tone, "Thank you for your kind words. I listened to your performance; it was very pleasant to hear."

"Hmm? Thank you." Tenkuji Yu looked at her with a puzzled expression. Her attitude was so good that it made him feel like she was a completely different person.