At this moment, the attendant brought up several other dishes.
This was a dish made by another exchange student: Baked Cauliflower.
After briefly blanching the cauliflower, it was drizzled with a white sauce made from milk and butter, then topped with cheese shreds and baked in the oven.
The top layer of the cauliflower was a thick layer of cheese, emitting a rich milky aroma. When this layer was broken, the rich milky scent, accompanied by the fresh aroma of cauliflower, wafted out.
Taking a light bite, the cheese had a rich and lingering taste, and the cauliflower was baked soft and fragrant, with no extra seasonings, only the natural sweetness of the vegetable itself.
Everyone's eyes lit up slightly.
"Your school's students are truly outstanding," Reioura Nakiri praised.
"This cauliflower, is it also a variety you cultivated yourselves? The taste is very refreshing," Chapel asked.
"That's right."
Professor John and the others had smiles on their faces. The previous dish not being as good as Far Moon's students had left them feeling stifled, and they really wanted to prove their school's strength.
"It's indeed good," Senzaemon Nakiri said expressionlessly.
Although he tried his best to hold back, after tasting three excellent dishes in a row, his clothes still ripped open, revealing his bronze, muscular upper body.
"Excuse me, that was rude," Senzaemon Nakiri took the clothes from the attendant beside him and changed into them again.
"We have long heard that the Nakiri bloodline flows with extraordinary power," Professor John and the others nodded, then secretly glanced at Erina Nakiri, their eyes revealing envy.
A talent like the God Tongue is too attractive for a chef.
"Father's body is still as robust as ever," Reioura Nakiri said with a smile, "Souei will surely be very happy to know."
"Is that so."
Hearing her mention her son, Senzaemon Nakiri also couldn't help but smile, saying, "What I hope to see most in my life is for Erina and the others to give birth to the next generation."
"Grandpa!" Erina Nakiri stamped her foot, both shy and angry.
"Hmm, it seems that day won't be too far off," Reioura Nakiri glanced at Satou, then at Erina Nakiri, and chuckled, covering her mouth.
Erina Nakiri's cheeks were burning, too ashamed to lift her head.
Just as Satou was about to bring up his dish, Isshiki Satoshi stopped him, smiling slightly and saying, "Mine is also a vegetable dish; let me do it."
Then, he had the attendant bring up his dish.
Chicken Cabbage Rolls.
Slightly blanched cabbage leaves were wrapped around diced, marinated chicken, then steamed in a steamer. The technique was simple, with no extra seasonings, emphasizing the original flavor.
Finally, a thick layer of tomato sauce made from bay leaves, garlic, bouillon powder, tomatoes, and other ingredients was drizzled onto the plate, and the steamed chicken cabbage rolls were placed on top, completing the dish.
When eaten, the taste was sweet and sour, fresh, close to nature, and exceptionally refreshing.
"Such sweet and clear cabbage, with a rich almond flavor. Is this a new variety?" Reioura Nakiri covered her mouth, asking in surprise.
With the first bite, she felt the charm of the cabbage.
"Mother, this is cabbage cultivated by Satou," Alice Nakiri took a bite, eating and saying proudly.
"Him again?" Professor John and the others were incredibly shocked, all looking at Satou in surprise.
Even they couldn't cultivate cabbage of this quality.
"Far Moon truly doesn't lack geniuses," Professor John exclaimed once again.
Senzaemon Nakiri couldn't help but burst into laughter, feeling extremely pleased.
"So, it seems our students are still a bit more outstanding this time, aren't they?" Chapel was also in a good mood, asking with a calm smile.
The people on the exchange group's side were all crestfallen and dispirited.
Next, Akikubo Momo, along with another exchange group student, presented her dish.
This time, Far Moon's dish was still a bit better.
Three consecutive dishes had been surpassed by Far Moon's students, which made Professor John and the others look displeased.
"Let me go last, Teacher."
Amesha said.
Professor John nodded. Amesha was his favorite student, and her strength and talent were the highest among all his students.
If she went, she would definitely be able to defeat the Far Moon student opposite.
Although this was not a formal competition, but more of a friendly exchange, it would still be very embarrassing if they lost all of them.
"Mm."
Amesha nodded, then looked at Satou and said in a deep voice, "Let's compete to see whose dish is more delicious! If you lose, you have to tell me how to cultivate the cows, cabbage, and honey!"
Satou was speechless for a moment. Even if he wanted to tell her, there was no way to explain such a method. Could it be that the other party could cultivate little sprites?
But he still asked, "What if you lose?"
"If I lose, I can mate with you—no, converse—no, that's not right."
She quickly turned her head and asked her companion in a whisper, "What was that word again?"
"Transaction, maybe."
"No, what nonsense are you talking about? It's clearly transportation!"
"Neither of you are right, it should be, um…"
Her companions behind her began to argue in whispers.
The atmosphere on the scene fell silent.
Everyone felt very speechless.
These people's Japanese was even worse than Leonora Nakiri's.
Professor John's old face also flushed red, feeling extremely embarrassed, and he lightly coughed, saying, "Sorry, my student's Japanese is very poor. I think what she meant was 'dating'."
"That's right, that's it."
Amesha nodded seriously.
"Oh dear, Alice, could this girl be interested in Satou?"
Leonora Nakiri asked her daughter.
"I don't know."
Alice Nakiri stuck out her tongue, saying playfully.
"Even dating is not allowed!"
Erina Nakiri said huffily.
"That's right, that boy is Erina-chan's boyfriend! You can't have him."
Leonora Nakiri also covered her mouth and smiled.
Erina Nakiri's cheeks flushed slightly, but it was rare for her not to retort.
Satou was also very speechless, saying, "It's impossible to tell you the cultivation method. So I won't compete with you."
"Coward!"
Amesha said coldly, "If you don't want to compete, then don't!"
Then the attendant brought up her dish.
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