I'm in Food Wars: The Establishment Of The Dark Cooking World at the Start

The two quickly came to the door of the Chinese Cuisine Research Association.

Before entering the door, Mo Yu smelled the smell of hot chili peppers.

"Here, this is the Chinese Cuisine Research Association that I am in charge of."

For a long time, I said intentionally to show off.

Mo Yu glanced at the Chinese Cuisine Research Association in front of him.

The area currently owned by the Chinese Cuisine Research Association is indeed quite good, accounting for nearly half of the floor space.

And other smaller cooking research clubs in Tōtsuki Gakuen sometimes only have a space of a dozen square meters.

The facilities inside are also considered complete. Although it is only the first day of school, many members of the Chinese Cuisine Research Association are already making community cuisine.

Such a size of a club might not be bad for an academy, but for Mo Yu.

This kind of behavior of Jiujiao for a long time is as ridiculous as a child holding his beloved toy and showing it off in front of adults.

"Better than what?"

Mo Yu didn't forget the purpose of coming here.

He only came here to compete with Kuga according to the discipline in order to get his own club venue.

Once the winner is decided, Mo Yu will definitely turn his head and leave without hesitation.

"What a rude junior."

No matter how good-tempered, facing Mo Yu's direct words, Kuga Teruki, who considers himself a senior, still feels some dissatisfaction.

"The purpose of my coming here is only to compete for the club venue. In other words, we are now just competitors, not the so-called relationship between seniors and juniors."

Mo Yu is cold and authentic.

Even in normal times, he would never show a respectful attitude to those who thought they were one year higher than him and could claim to be their predecessors.

After a long time, I was so angry that I laughed.

"Mo Yu-kun, right, so let's use tofu as the theme of this informal halberd meal, what do you think?"

"Can."

Mo Yu remained motionless and nodded slightly.

On the contrary, the members of the Chinese Cuisine Research Association widened their eyes in surprise after hearing the conversation between the two.

"This kid... does he know what he just said..."

"Shiji, he actually wants to eat a halberd with me for a long time?"

"And it's still the tofu dish that President I am good at for a long time? Then won't he lose?!"

"Tsk tsk, doesn't this mean that you have to hit yourself at the muzzle of the gun?"

Everyone looked at Mo Yu with sympathy.

As if he had imagined the regretful and unwilling appearance when he failed.

Of course, it's not just them, but Koga Teruki himself, who doesn't think Mo Yu has any chance of winning.

"Boy, after this competition is over, go back and reflect on it, and don't be so mad next time."

Jiuga Teruki put on the appearance of an old and heavy senior, and wanted to pat Mo Yu on the shoulder, but found that the other person seemed to be more than half a head taller than him.

Unless he was on tiptoe, he could never touch Mo Yu's shoulder.

Damn it, what do kids eat to grow taller these days? !

Mo Yu glanced coldly at Teruki for a long time.

"So this is the habit of Tōtsuki Academy, as long as you think you have won, you can easily say such outrageous words."

"what……"

"In that case, I hope you don't cry when you lose."

As soon as Mo Yu finished saying this, many members of the Chinese Cuisine Research Association looked at him angrily.

"Stinky boy, who do you think you're talking to?!"

"How dare you treat President me for a long time with such a rude attitude!"

"Yeah, I thought that Yukihira Sōma was arrogant enough, but I didn't expect this kid to be more arrogant than him."

"President, you must teach him a lesson!"

Mo Yu ignored the angry eyes of those people who seemed to want to peel him off.

Only the incompetent can only put on a stance of fury.

He walked to the cooking table and calmly rolled up his sleeves and said to Jiu-ga.

"Are you ready to start?"

"Oh, boy, you will regret your arrogance today!"

After a long time I dropped this sentence with a bad expression on my face.

Originally he was going to put some water so that Mo Yu would not lose so badly.

However, I didn't expect that this kid would not appreciate the kindness of his predecessors at all.

Dare to say nonsense here.

"Since this is the case, then I want to see who will lose and cry in the end!"

For a long time, I looked angry according to Ji, which made the members shrink their necks.

"Oops, the president is angry."

"Yeah, this is the first time I've seen the president look so angry."

"Hey, this kid seems to be finished."

Everyone was talking.

Mo Yu naturally heard these discussions at night, but he had no plans to respond.

The contempt and ridicule of these people, to Mo Yu, is like a noisy mosquito buzzing.

Although annoying, if you take care of it, you will only lose your worth.

"If it's ready, then we'll start the game."

Kuga Teruki stood in front of his cooking counter and said to Mo Yu.

On the side of the cooking table of the two, there are abundant ingredients piled up like a hill.

It is convenient for them to take it anytime while they are cooking.

"Can."

Mo Yu nodded slightly.

"Then let's get started!"

After a long time, I gave an order and started to move at the same time as Mo Yu.

As the eighth seat of the Elite Ten, Teruki Kuga is naturally far stronger than most of the people at Tōtsuki Academy.

Especially in front of the tofu dishes that he is good at, every movement of Jiuga Teruji seems to be practiced a thousand times.

It has reached the point of being overripe.

In addition, the Mapo tofu he plans to make this time has been his signature dish since he took over the Chinese Cuisine Research Association.

For a long time, I have confidence in Zhaoji, even if I close my eyes, I will not make mistakes in every step of this dish.

This is also the source of his confidence!

However, when the game was only halfway through, Jiuga Teruki heard Mo Yu's cooking counter next to him, and there was a small exclamation from the onlookers.

"It looks great."

"Yes, yes, it feels so dazzling, so exciting that people can't take their eyes off."

"This guy, it looks like he really has two brushes."

After a long while, Teruji frowned, and while the tofu was still simmering, I looked in the direction of Mo Yu.

I saw Mo Yu was about to cut the tofu.

Snow-white and tender, as if shatterable tofu was placed on the chopping board.

I saw Mo Yu pick up the cooking knife at hand, as if it was just a few random movements, but flashed a few times in the air, a cold light like special effects that can only be seen in movies!

Swah——

"Wow, what happened just now, is it a sword?"

"It's like watching a movie, the cold air seems to be sticking to the side of the neck, making people shiver from the cold!"

"Look, the tofu has been cut!"

Everyone looked down in surprise. The tofu that was originally the size of a palm has now been turned into a piece of white tender tofu with almost the same size.

Roll on the chopping board.

It seemed that in just a split second, all the tofu was cut so miraculously!

Everyone was shocked.

Is there really such a magical knife in the world? ! *