Fairy’s Box

Soon, under the concerted propaganda of the Blue Seat, Black Seat, Red Seat and the House of Commons, the news of His Majesty the Emperor's visit to the Obelisk to inspect the obelisk spread like an explosion, and the news of the banquet being prepared by the students also spread to everyone. in human ears.

As a result, in the entire academy, almost everyone who knew a little about cooking went crazy. It was such a great honor to allow His Majesty the Emperor to eat their own dishes!

Immediately afterwards, under the bombardment of various propaganda offensives, this group of people was divided into three parts with ingredients and tools. The largest part of the men rushed to the red seat, and the second part of the women rushed to the blue seat. The smallest part ran towards the Black Seat.

Red Seat. Lobby

Luya, who had returned to her maid outfit, sat alone on the exclusive high-back seat, and the chef brought her own dishes one by one and placed them on a wooden tray for her to taste.

Hundreds of simple stoves are built on the square outside the door. The cooking smoke is like clouds and mist, and the aroma is overflowing. In the surprises or the screams of the chefs, the dishes are cooked and delivered by the chefs themselves. hall.

"Lord Luya, please."

A guest chef of Doctor Fairy walked into the hall, and together with his assistant, Fairy Daphne, brought a steaming mushroom soup to the second female seat, carefully observing the other party's expression.

Taking the special spoon from her subordinate, Luya glanced at him lightly, scooped half of the spoon lightly, and took a sip, her fine eyebrows suddenly wrinkled:

"It's unpalatable! This kind of popular food is meaningless. You really dare to put this level of food in front of me. The taste of this fresh mushroom soup is like the moss that the woodcutter digs out of the woods. It tastes the same when boiled with sawdust!"

"Why are you talking about this!"

With tears in his eyes, Dr. Goblin cried together with his assistant Goblin. As a chef, his self-esteem has been completely trampled and ravaged by the people in front of him, and he probably won't have the courage to pick up a kitchen knife in his next life.

Seeing them crying like this, Luya still showed no pity, she put her arms around her chest, and said with a frosty face, "You even gave me something to eat that stained my tongue, do you think this kind of behavior will be forgiven? "

"sorry!"

He didn't even bother to clean up the kitchen utensils, so he held Daphne's hand and ran away sobbing.

Another one was trained away, Luya-sama is so strict!

A lot of sweat dripped from the foreheads of the members of the Red Seat, watching them come forward and die... No, it was the cooks who delivered the dishes, and their hearts were full of sympathy.

Blue Seat. Lobby

Compared with Luya, Genevieve's performance is much more close to the people, no, it can be said to be too close to the people...

"No, not at all! Feelings! Where is the feeling? No one knows it in the heart! It must be expressed through the way of cooking, right?"

"Your dish successfully caught my attention."

"Cut your vegetables carefully! I order you to make dishes that satisfy me, do you understand!"

"Damn, I, who sneered at fried konjac, actually reacted to this dish."

"I'll make this dish into the dinner party, but only if I get dressed up."

"I like this dish, are you surprised?"

The silver-haired knight wandered beside many female chefs, commenting and guiding extremely attentively, but with the excited screams of the girls, things seemed to be developing in a strange direction.

"Ah! Lord Genevieve is so handsome!"

"I am willing to be a cook for you for a lifetime!"

"Please be sure to guide me, Lord Genevieve!"

All the members of the Blue Seat are also sweating profusely, because this chef recruitment fair has inexplicably turned into a large sorority party. However, Genevieve didn't know anything about this, and thought that it had inspired the enthusiasm of all chefs, and they were more devoted to commenting and guiding.

...

The Black Seat, the second floor leads to the corner of the lobby

Arcia leaned nervously by the guardrail, and repeatedly asked embarrassedly:

"Boss, your popularity can't be compared with Luya, Genevieve and the others, even if you pay for it, it's useless, so you must offend people less, just say those two words!"

"I understand!" Yale nodded expressionlessly.

"Also, as long as you press the button on the right handguard, the mechanism will be activated, and Beverley will be under the dining table. He can provide advice, but the decision is still up to you."

"learn."

"Then start now!"

Boom-boom-boom!

As the bell of the tower rang, the silent hall was instantly illuminated, huge crystal chandeliers hung down from the resplendent dome, a long red carpet was spread on the slate floor, and in front was a seat with its back facing back. And the man on the seat with his back to the door, exuding a deep and majestic aura, is naturally the second seat of the Black Seat himself!

A chef walked into the hall with his own dishes, and was immediately fascinated by the luxurious atmosphere they deliberately arranged, and his hands trembled with excitement.

At this time, Lydia and Nicole, who were wearing butler's dresses, stepped forward, and the female man stepped forward and stopped the chef in place:

"Please don't be nervous."

"I'll bring you dishes."

Lydia gently took the tray from his hand, and walked forward with elegant cat steps, leaving a back full of reverie for the other party.

With such a high-end atmosphere, it really is the right place!

"..." The female knight brought the fragrant dishes to Yalei, then respectfully put the tray to her lower abdomen, and stood aside with lowered eyes.

Pretending to be like that, she seems really suitable to be a housekeeper.

The black-haired knight put the dish in front of him, couldn't help but glanced at the other party, took a sip and felt that the taste was not very good, then quickly slid the plate from the hole in the dining table into the bottom.

Bev took a sip with the spoon, frowned and shook his head.

When Yale saw this, he immediately understood, it wasn't because he had bad taste, but because the dish was really bad, so he sat up straight and said in a thick and low tone:

"You can't impress me with your cooking, so I can't turn around for you."

"I'm very sorry."

After being crushed by Black Seat's force and Yale's aura, the chef naturally lost his temper. He just apologized prudently, and under Nicole's leadership, he left with his allowance.

"You can't impress me with your cooking, so I can't turn around for you."

"You can't impress me with your cooking, so I can't turn around for you."

...

Several times in a row, the black-haired knight kept repeating this sentence in the same tone. Under the powerful force and aura, although the chef who was out was annoyed, he rarely complained.

This is the essence of the wisdom of all members of the Black Seat, the "Don't Guilty" battle!

"The next contestant please." In Nicole's sweet voice, the slate door of the hall opened again.

Soon, the next chef walked into the hall confidently. Although he was shocked by the luxurious layout, he still held up his chest and handed the tray in his hand to Lydia.

"good to eat!"

Yale's eyes flashed twice, and he praised in his heart, and then passed the plate to Beverley according to the old rules. After the other party took a bite, he nodded with satisfaction and gave him a thumbs up in front of him. .

beep--!

The black-haired knight immediately patted the mechanism on the right handguard, and with a deafening bell sound, the seat was kicked 180 degrees by Beverly under the dining table.

With Yalei's ability, he can naturally stand still, maintain a detached demeanor, and point his right hand forward with a fierce momentum:

"Welcome to my team! Join the Black Seat family!"

He was forced to wear women's clothes again, and it was Bruno who was wearing a dress that looked like a wedding dress. With a charming smile, he walked out of the side hall and stuffed a bunch of flowers into the chef's hands:

"congratulations."

"Thank you, thank you! I don't know what to say...I'm so excited...thank you!"

The chef was immediately shocked and unable to control himself. His eyes were full of excited tears. He took the flowers and left happily with the bonus surrounded by the three "women".

"Please enter the next player."

...

Half a day later, Yalei, who had been pretending to pretend for an entire afternoon, with a sweat on his forehead, announced that today's audition was over, and the competition would start at seven o'clock tomorrow morning.

"The plan was a complete success!"

Arcia shouted excitedly, grabbing Beverley's hand and shaking:

"The chefs who left basically did not complain, and the chefs who were selected were even more happy and crazy. I believe that they will soon spread what they saw in the Black Seat. When the time comes, Lu No matter how strong Ya and Genevieve's personal charisma is, they can't match the wisdom essence of all of us in the Black Seat!"

"It's really successful, especially Lydia, she's a natural housekeeper, she's too housekeeper!" Nicole hugged Lydia's slender waist from behind, and her body kept rubbing against each other's sensitive parts. said with a smile.

"Sister Nicole, don't do this." Lydia blushed and broke free from the magic grip.

"Bruno is also very good, she is like a real bride." Kara, who pushed the slate door with Clark for a long time, said so with a very low sense of presence.

"Even if you say that, I won't be happy." Bruno squatted in the corner, a low air pressure enveloped his body, and his thin white fingers kept drawing circles on the floor.

"I'm also working very hard. I hid under the table and tasted the food for an afternoon, and I had to help Yale turn around by kicking the seat." Seeing that no one was talking about him, Beverley immediately cried out in grievance.

"That's true." Everyone nodded.

"In the end, Yale is still happy."

Nicole walked up to the black-haired knight with a smile, patted him on the shoulder and said, "You don't have to do anything, and a beauty like Lydia serves him dishes, tsk tsk tsk, even a woman would feel envious."

"……Is it."

Yale kept wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. Seeing that everyone had the most comfortable and cool expression on his face, he could only helplessly keep silent.

It's really cool to pretend to be coercive occasionally, but pretending to be coercive all afternoon is torture.