This was a slender and delicate hand, clearly belonging to a girl.
Satou couldn't help but look up, and when he saw the owner of this hand, he was stunned.
He saw a girl with long silver-white hair, light golden pupils, wearing a school uniform, and possessing exquisite beauty.
Satou remembered that this girl was named Izayoi Tsuki. She was their class monitor, rumored to be the principal's daughter, and her cooking skills were also among the best.
At this moment, Izayoi Tsuki was also looking at Satou, feeling a little surprised and uncertain.
Judging the freshness of meat by its color and smell was a very difficult task.
She judged this piece of chicken breast from its appearance to have been delivered just this morning, belonging to the freshest batch. She didn't expect someone to get to it before her when she was about to take it.
"You're Satou, right?"
She asked faintly.
"Yes."
Satou replied.
Izayoi Tsuki nodded, but her heart grew even more puzzled.
Although she didn't have much contact with Satou, she knew that Satou's grades in the class were below average, but his eye for selecting meat was clearly very professional.
Was it a coincidence? Did he just happen to pick the freshest piece?
"This chicken breast, Class Monitor, do you need it?"
Satou asked.
"No need, you can have it."
Izayoi Tsuki shook her head, then picked up another fresh chicken breast.
Watching Izayoi Tsuki's departing back, Satou shook his head.
Of course, he didn't know Izayoi Tsuki's thoughts; he just considered it an accident.
"Corn, eggs, ham… still missing carrots."
Satou was counting the ingredients needed for Yangzhou Fried Rice when a small hand suddenly patted his shoulder.
"Satou, what dish are you going to make?"
Satou turned his head and saw Kaga Aoi, who was smiling at him.
"Yangzhou Fried Rice."
Satou returned a smile, "What about you? What are you planning to make?"
"Of course, ramen."
Kaga Aoi pointed to the flour, pork, nori, and other ingredients in her hand, making a funny face.
Her childhood dream was to inherit her family's ramen shop, so she put a lot of effort into ramen.
"Good luck."
"Mm, Satou, you too!"
The two encouraged each other, then went about their own business.
Satou went to his cooking station and began to process the ingredients.
Washing and dicing carrots, dicing chicken breast, beating eggs…
Focused on the task at hand, Satou didn't notice a pair of beautiful eyes observing him from not far away.
"It should just be a coincidence, right?"
Izayoi Tsuki murmured to herself.
However, after watching for only a short while, she was captivated by Satou's movements.
When processing ingredients, Satou's movements were skilled and precise, flowing like clouds and water, possessing a unique aesthetic beauty.
A chef's skill can be seen from the details, and such movements clearly shouldn't appear from a poor student.
A hint of surprise flashed in Izayoi Tsuki's beautiful eyes as she murmured, "Is this Satou's true skill? Was he hiding his strength before?"
…
Soon, an hour passed, and students in the class successively completed their dishes and invited Mr. Mita to taste them.
"Kambara Shimizu, thirty-six points."
"Sakamoto Masao, fifty-two points."
"Noda Kojiro, forty-seven points."
…
Students continuously presented their dishes and asked Mr. Mita for a score.
However, the vast majority of students' scores did not reach the passing line.
"This standard is too strict, isn't it?"
"After all, he's the manager of a high-end restaurant. He's used to tasting dishes from top chefs, so his palate must be picky."
"Darn it, this score will be recorded. We're really doomed this time!"
The students who received their scores were all wailing, and the atmosphere was very oppressive!
At this time, Satou had also finished his fried rice and was using a bowl to keep it warm. Seeing how strict the standards were, he felt a little nervous.
He wondered if this dish, which received a passing score from the system, could also get a passing score from Mr. Mita.
"Nobi Nobita, nine points. Next."
Mr. Mita said as he put down his chopsticks.
After tasting so many students' dishes, he was actually very disappointed; so far, no dish had satisfied him.
However, considering that those asking him to taste were just students, Mr. Mita began to wonder if his scoring standard was too strict.
"This is my dish, chicken curry rice, please taste it."
A clear, cold voice sounded, and then a fragrant chicken curry rice was placed in front of him.
A thick layer of yellow curry covered the white rice, steaming hot.
Mr. Mita's eyes brightened. When he looked up and saw Izayoi Tsuki, he immediately felt relieved.
Then, he picked up his chopsticks and began to taste the chicken curry rice.
"Izayoi Tsuki, eighty-nine points."
When this score was announced, the classroom fell silent.
All the students stared blankly at Izayoi Tsuki, who calmly returned to her seat, unable to speak.
After a while, the classroom erupted in an uproar.
"So amazing! The highest score before was only sixty-nine points, and she raised it by twenty points in one go!"
"Of course, that's the class president."
"It's said that the class president was invited to be an apprentice chef at Kagurazaka-ya as early as middle school. This is only natural, right?"
"Yes, I heard that too. It's said she's highly recognized at Kagurazaka-ya, where many top chefs gather. She'll probably become a full-fledged chef as soon as she graduates, right?"
Listening to everyone's exclamations, Izayoi Tsuki remained very calm, as she was long accustomed to it.
At this moment, her only concern was what Satou's score would be.
Beside Satou, Kaga Aoi also stuck out her tongue and said, "The class president is amazing."
"Yes."
Satou also nodded.
"I'm going up!"
Kaga Aoi said.
"Mm, good luck!"
Satou said with a smile.
"Of course!"
Kaga Aoi couldn't help but smile, then carried her ramen up.
"Kaga Aoi, seventy-two points."
When the result came out, the students in the classroom were once again amazed.
Because this was the second highest score.
However, when Kaga Aoi came down, she was not very satisfied.
"Still seventeen points short," she sighed.
Satou couldn't help but comfort her, "It's okay, you've done very well."
Kaga Aoi nodded, then urged, "Satou, you should also let the manager taste it quickly, or it'll get cold."
"Okay."
Satou nodded, carrying his dish and walking over.