"School Festival" two days countdown, when the promotional offensive dominated both online and offline, forming a full-scale coverage, the kitchen of Polar Star Dormitory, however, was shrouded in gloom.
"No, no more!"
Tanaka Hikari gulped down cold water, her mouth and body feeling a slight relief from the burning sensation.
She looked with fear at the plates of Mapo Tofu in front of her.
"Still no good!"
Xingping Chuangzhen, with his hand supporting his chin and brows entwined, likewise took a spoonful of Mapo Tofu, muttered unclearly while chewing, "It's spicy, but this 'spicy', compared to what I had at the Chinese Cooking Research Association, is too far off!"
Bang!
"Damn it!"
With both hands propped on the table, Xingping Chuangzhen, who had been practicing and failing repeatedly for several days, felt his patience might explode, "Why, despite both being called 'spicy', is the taste one in the heavens and the other beneath the earth, lacking that captivating depth?"
