Food Wars, my food not only glows!

　If Soma Yukihira were to make desserts, that would be exactly her area of ​​expertise, allowing her to offer many suggestions – wouldn't that be a perfect match for her major?!

　"Wait, are they planning to come back?"

　It's only been half an hour since it started, half of that time was spent on the road, and the actual time spent selecting ingredients was no more than fifteen minutes. Why was it so fast? Did they really not give it any thought at all?

　As if she had thought of something, Su Yan picked up her phone and was even more surprised when she saw the time displayed on it.

　"It should be, but why don't you check it? You seem quite confident in yourself."

　"Isn't that how a chef should be?"

　As the judges watched Erina Nakiri and Soma Yukihira rushing back on the big screen, they commented on their actions one after another.

　Because the two of them had only been gone for half an hour from the time they went out until their return.

　This is rare even in the history of the competition.

　Since it was a themed dish, the contestants were extremely careful in selecting ingredients, fearing that any omissions would affect the subsequent dishes.

　Looking at the two people in front of me, they were calm and composed. After buying the ingredients, they rushed back without stopping, as if someone was chasing them.

　"It seems that the total time for buying ingredients and cooking was three hours. They probably wanted to buy the ingredients as quickly as possible and come back to cook."

　Soon, followed by the camera crew, everyone watched the live video and saw Soma Yukihira and Erina Nakiri return to the arena within two minutes of each other.

　They exchanged a glance, said nothing, and went straight to their respective cooking stations to begin their dishes.

　"Wait, why did Nagi pull out his phone? Is he going to make a call?"

　"Is this a request for off-court assistance? Brilliant, there doesn't seem to be a rule against it."

　It was noticed that Erina Nakiri on the field was not in a hurry to cook, but leisurely took out her phone and made a call.

　"Ding ding ding."

　"Did they call me?"

　The phone rang, and a question mark appeared on Alice Nakiri's face in the audience. She didn't understand why Erina Nakiri was calling her at this time.

　"Just answer my call. If you're not forgetting me even at a time like this, it must be something important."

　Seeing the puzzled look on Alice Nakiri's face, Bai Yuan spoke up. This girl was stunned for a long time after hearing the ringtone; the phone was almost...

　We're going to run out of time.

　"it is good."

　Nodding, Alice Nakiri answered the phone, and then heard a voice on the other end: "Alice, can I borrow your molecular gastronomy machine for a moment?"

　"Lend me the molecular gastronomy machine?"

　"That's right, the next dish will use a molecular gastronomy machine."

　On the field, Erina Nakiri pursed her lips.

　Although she was reluctant to borrow anything from Alice Nakiri, her cooking was impossible without a molecular gastronomy machine, and after this period of training, she had basically mastered how to use it.

　"I can lend you something, but it's a bit much that you're asking me for something with such an arrogant tone!"

　Knowing that the other party needed her help, Alice Nakiri gave a dangerous smile, then crossed her legs and spoke in a flippant tone.

　"What do you want?"

　Hearing Alice's words, Erina Nakiri's heart skipped a beat. Although she was prepared to be challenged, she still couldn't help but worry when she actually encountered it.

　What conditions would the other party have to offer before they would lend her the molecular gastronomy machine?

　"Call me 'Sister Alice' and let me hear it. It has to be a sincere one. I can tell if it's fake or not. If you can't say it, just keep calling me!"

　A blush of excitement appeared on her face, her raised thighs rubbed together slightly, and Alice Nakiri's voice was excited as she leaned half her body against Bai Yuan.

　"you..."

　Sure enough, after hearing her words, Erina Nakiri on the other end of the phone became somewhat exasperated and stomped her feet on the court.

　"What do you mean, 'you'? If you're asking someone for a favor, you should have the proper attitude. That's basic manners."

　Alice Nakiri's voice remained flippant; she wasn't the one who was anxious about not being able to borrow something.

　"Alice, you have a very 'disdainful' expression on your face."

　Beside him, Bai Yuan couldn't help but complain, but he didn't stop her. He just silently labeled Nakiri Alice with an "S" in his mind.

　Could it be that she's been treated with sadistic methods by him for a long time, which has caused her to become a little twisted...?

　Bai Yuan thought to himself, feeling quite guilty.

　Chapter 258 Pastries: Four Colors of Splendid Landscape

　"I love... Sister Alice."

　A shameful sound came from the other side; it was clear that Erina Nakiri had made a great decision to shout those words on stage.

　"Not sincere enough, start over."

　Alice Nakiri's voice was playful, and her shapely, straight legs swayed slightly, showing that she was in a very good mood.

　"Alice... Sister."

　This time, Erina Nakiri's voice carried a hint of gritted teeth.

　"How could you be so stupid? It's all about sincerity, the key point is sincerity!"

　As if disappointed in her, or perhaps teasing, Alice Nakiri's voice grew increasingly cheerful, while her eyes held a strange undertone.

　It's like turning on some kind of switch.

　"Sister Alice!"

　Taking two deep breaths, Erina Nakiri finally made up her mind, pursed her lips, and mentally prepared herself before shouting.

　"That's starting to look a bit more like it. From now on, follow this standard. In that case, I'll be merciful and lend you my molecular gastronomy machine."

　She nestled into Bai Yuan's arms, her face flushed crimson, her body temperature rising several degrees, and her expression one of utter satisfaction.

　On the stage.

　Erina Nakiri wasn't much better off.

　Although she was wearing a mask, people could still feel her blushing through it, causing a stir among the crowd who wondered what had happened.

　"Very happy."

　"Of course, Erina must be feeling really frustrated right now. Just thinking about her expression makes me want to laugh out loud. She must be so cute!"

　Alice Nakiri expressed her thoughts, and after a period of relief, she gradually returned to normal, but still clung to Bai Yuan, reluctant to leave.

　There was no way around it; Bai Yuan's body was too warm, and leaning against it was very comfortable. It gave her a sense of nostalgia, like when she was a child and he would hold her in his arms when she was tired, letting her take a nap in his arms.

　I was a little shy before because there were people around, but now that I've already leaned against them and endured their strange looks, it would be a shame to leave now.

　Bai Yuan simply patted her head affectionately, while turning his gaze to the arena, anticipating Erina Nakiri's performance.

　After acquiring Alice Nakiri's molecular gastronomy machine, what kind of dishes will she serve up next!?

　He was extremely curious about this and couldn't help but peek out. He really didn't expect Erina Nakiri to use molecular gastronomy.

　Is she planning to imitate her older sister?

　On the stage.

　After obtaining Alice Nakiri's consent, Erina Nakiri had her staff remove her molecular gastronomy machine and push it behind her counter.

　The silver-white machine attracted everyone's attention almost instantly and appeared on the big screen while being filmed by a drone.

　"what is this?"

　Some people raised a questioning voice.

　"I don't know, it seems to be some kind of sophisticated cooking machine. Could it be an oven with excellent temperature control?"

　Has the pursuit of culinary precision gone this far?

　Someone offered their guess: ovens are common cooking utensils at the youth chef competition, and quite a few people use them.

　"You're all wrong, that's actually a molecular material."

　"A molecular gastronomy machine, and the latest generation at that. I saw it in a food magazine; it's the latest research result from the Nordic Institute of Molecular Gastronomy."

　Holding his phone high, comparing the images on the phone with the food processor in front of him, the middle-aged man began explaining things to them, immediately attracting a lot of attention.

　"Molecular gastronomy? Isn't that something developed in the West? I never expected it to appear in this competition. This trip was definitely worthwhile!"

　Some people exclaimed with excitement, clearly enjoying these novel gadgets.

　"What Western research has produced? Molecular gastronomy originated in the East. For example, tofu is the earliest form of molecular gastronomy."

　Nearby, a girl, hearing the enthusiastic praise from the audience next door, couldn't help but frown and retort.

　She knew that the world's earliest molecular gastronomy was Chinese tofu.

　"Whether in the East or the West, this is the first time I've seen molecular gastronomy appear in a competition as a dish.

　"This has happened before in Shanghai, but this is the first time it has happened in Fujian."

　"This has actually happened in Jiangsu as well..."

　When the topic of molecular gastronomy came up, those in the know immediately started talking non-stop.

　Others who didn't understand gradually learned about molecular gastronomy from their brief explanations, and their faces showed interest.

　This match is destined to attract a lot of attention!

　"That's about it. The idea is sound. Let's get started."

　As the culinary model in her mind gradually became clearer, Erina Nakiri opened her eyes, categorized the ingredients in front of her, and then looked at the molecular gastronomy machine, operating it somewhat clumsily.

　She can hardly be considered an expert in molecular gastronomy; she's only familiar with some basic operations, and she'll probably have to try many of the functions on-site to master them.

　"Heh heh!"

　The corn is boiled into a thick soup, the sweet potatoes and potatoes are steamed and mashed, the pumpkin is made into foam using a molecular gastronomy machine, and the edamame is made into a mousse.

　Although Erina Nakiri's technique was somewhat clumsy, it was very rhythmic, and she did each step very steadily, like she was dancing a beautiful waltz.

　The audience was captivated by Erina Nakiri's pragmatic approach, watching her movements intently with expressions of enjoyment on their faces.

　"Let's process the remaining ingredients into something else."

　After processing all the ingredients, looking at the remaining scraps, Erina Nakiri mashed them, added tapioca starch, stirred clockwise until evenly mixed, rolled them into thin sheets, and put them into the oven to bake them into dry, flat, crispy pieces under controlled temperature. Then she deep-fried them until they puffed up.

　On the other hand, the pork belly is cooked at a low temperature until tender and flavorful, then sliced ​​into thin slices. A thin layer of starch is coated on the surface of the slices, which are then placed in a strainer and made into crispy chips by drizzling oil over them.

　The aroma of meat is released from it.

　After completing this step, Erina Nakiri left it to rest before starting to work on the others.

　"Drip~"

　The molecular gastronomy machine started making noise; it was Erina Nakiri operating it.

　This made the audience crane their necks, their faces full of curiosity, all wondering how this behemoth worked and what functions it had.

　Even Soma Yukihira, who was standing next to the kitchen counter, couldn't help but glance at it. His kitchen counter was also filled with dough of various colors and all kinds of dessert fillings, making it hard to tell what he was going to do.

　"Using red yeast rice powder, spinach juice, pumpkin puree and coconut milk as color bases, I've created a uniquely colored dough. I'm getting more and more curious about what Yukihira-kun is going to make. Maybe it'll be a very impressive dish."

　In the audience, Alice Nakiri leaned against Bai Yuan's chest, her fair face filled with curiosity.

　"Rose petal jam, matcha white chocolate ganache, mango mousse, coconut milk jelly, coconut custard, and lotus seed and lily bulb fillings... these are all dessert fillings."

　Is he planning to make pastries? But he hasn't made any puff pastry yet. What is this guy planning to do? What kind of dish is he planning to cook?

　Miyoko Hojo stroked her chin thoughtfully. She knew a bit about pastries, and Soma Yukihira was preparing these fillings, which were best suited for making 'short pastries'.

　"He's planning to make fancy pastries."

　Bai Yuan's voice rang out. After Yukihira Soma started using food coloring to knead the dough, he already knew his idea: fancy pastries.

　Creating dishes that embody the theme of "national prosperity and peace" can be achieved through concrete expression rather than abstract interpretations.

　This is also the unique charm of fancy pastries.

　"It sounds somewhat similar to fondant craftsmanship."

　Beside her, Alice Nakiri nodded, the beauty of fondant cuisine swirling in her mind.

　As Bai Yuan's beloved disciple, she naturally knew what fancy pastries were, and could well express the author's ideas, which was a way to concretize thoughts.