Erina's bedroom.
Erina Nakiri lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, her hair in disarray, revealing a long, elegant neck like a swan, and snow-white shoulders.
"I say, Erina?"
Satou looked down at her and asked.
"Hmm?"
Erina Nakiri didn't lift her head, asking somewhat indistinctly.
"I feel like you're getting more and more skilled."
Satou mumbled softly.
At first, Erina Nakiri was desperate, adamantly refusing, and afterwards, she didn't hesitate to punch him with her small pink fists to vent her anger.
But now, she was already quite proficient.
Her cherry lips were tender, her small tongue was agile and gentle, and her movements, which were initially clumsy, became increasingly skilled.
Erina Nakiri, who was engrossed in her work, suddenly paused.
She looked up, her golden hair playfully hanging by her flushed cheeks, her cherry-like small mouth slightly open, looking a bit dazed and adorable.
She looked at him with her violet eyes, both shy and annoyed.
"You bad guy!"
She cried out angrily, then ground her pearly teeth, lowered her head, and bit down.
Satou was startled and quickly said, "Erina, don't bite!"
He felt Erina Nakiri gently bite down with her pearly teeth.
"Hmph hmph!"
Erina Nakiri buried her head, humming softly twice, clearly warning Satou not to provoke her.
"Do you want your Nakiri to have no descendants?"
Satou mumbled softly, "At that time, your dream of being a mother will be cut off forever."
On Erina Nakiri's fair forehead, which was buried, veins subtly throbbed, and she ground her small silver teeth, seemingly wanting to bite again.
"Erina, if it gets bitten badly, you won't be able to be a mother, you know."
Satou quickly warned, genuinely fearing that the Tsundere, in her anger, would actually bite down hard.
Satou had personal experience of how sharp this little wildcat's teeth were.
"Hmph! You know fear..."
Erina Nakiri had just raised her head, her small mouth open, about to say something, when she suddenly couldn't continue.
The expression on her face became very strange.
"What a... terrible taste."
The God Tongue, revered as a deity by all chefs, once again tasted that terrifying flavor that she would never forget in her life.
"This is absolutely the last time! I will never do this again!"
Erina Nakiri cried out angrily.
"My God Tongue is a sacred object in the hearts of countless chefs. Countless high-level chefs wave money and use all their lifelong knowledge just to satisfy me, but this hateful guy actually made my God Tongue... In short, I will absolutely not do it again!"
"There will definitely be a next time anyway."
Satou mumbled softly.
"What did you say?"
Erina Nakiri was furious, grinding her small silver teeth, and pounced on him.
Three hours later.
After eating the late-night snack made with Happiny, Erina Nakiri, who had just been like a ruffled kitten, nestled happily in Satou's arms, looking completely like a devoted wife.
"I say, Erina."
Satou smiled slightly.
"Hmm?"
Erina Nakiri looked up, her small mouth slightly open, looking a bit dazed and asking blankly.
...
The next day.
"Satou, have you brought all the tools you need today?"
Erina Nakiri, dressed in her school uniform, reminded Satou like a studious girlfriend, "There's a knife skills class today."
"Mm. I've brought them."
Satou patted the knives in his pocket and nodded.
Knife skills class was a second-semester course, mainly about learning to process some difficult ingredients and simple carving and plating.
Although in Western cuisine, Japanese cuisine, and other cuisines, the pursuit of knife skills is not as demanding as in Chinese cuisine, knife skills are still very important in the processing of ingredients.
Especially when dealing with difficult ingredients like pufferfish.
So, although the number of these classes was small, the credits were still very high.
Satou brought Wen Qu from the Seven Star Knives. This chef's knife was relatively small and flexible, so it had become Satou's frequently used chef's knife.
Of course, there were chef's knives in the classroom, but considering that many chefs have their own exclusive chef's knives, they could bring their own chef's knives to this class.
Subsequently, the two of them and Hisako Arato, each with a marshmallow skewer, ate as they went to school.
"This marshmallow is really delicious!"
Hisako Arato was eating this dessert for the first time, and her heart was filled with surprise.
"Hisako, if you like it, I'll give you more next time..."
Satou said with a smile.
"Really? Thank you so much."
Hisako Arato's face and nose were covered in sugar threads, making her look like a cute little calico cat.
Soon, Satou arrived at the classroom, found Tadokoro Megumi and others, and went to the knife skills classroom together.
The Instructor for this class was Chapel.
"Knife skills are an elegant art. I am the 겸임 Instructor for the basic knife skills class. In this class, you will learn how to elegantly process ingredients, making them easier to cook or suitable for decoration."
He said.
"Huh? Isn't Chapel a French cuisine professor?"
Yukihira Soma asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Because in French cuisine, carving and plating are very important, so Instructor Chapel is very accomplished in this area."
Tadokoro Megumi said.
At that moment, several more classes of students walked in through the door, including some upperclassmen.
"Ah, are we going to have class with upperclassmen again?"
Yukihira Soma scratched his head and said.
Tadokoro Megumi's small face also turned pale, looking a bit scared.
"Well, because there are very few knife skills classes, and Director Chapel also has to teach French cuisine, the schedule is tight, so they probably grouped everyone together for instruction,"
Ryoko Sakaki smoothed her hair and explained.
As soon as Erina Nakiri walked through the door and saw Satou, she naturally made her way over, ready to attend class with him.
"Little junior, we meet again."
Kobayashi Rindo walked over, patted Satou on the shoulder, and said with a smile.
Satou gave her a somewhat speechless look.
"Little junior, what's with that expression? Don't you want to see your senior?"
Kobayashi Rindo pinched Satou's cheek and said with feigned annoyance, "After all the times I've thought of you every day, you're really making your senior sad."
"Really?"
Satou looked at her suspiciously.
"Of course!"
Kobayashi Rindo smiled slightly, then naturally began rummaging through Satou's pockets, "Hmm, where are the candies?"
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