I'm tired, break up

"No."

Fujiwara Yuki refused cleanly.

Yukinoshita Yukino nodded, showing no surprise. Fujiwara Yuki was neither sentimental nor promiscuous. Once the target of the attack was confirmed, he would consciously keep a distance from other women. For the possibility of teaching cooking, he would be different from other girls. Activities involving close contact must be avoided like snakes and scorpions.

——If it weren't for the setting that if you capture your body and mind, you will break up, this guy would be the perfect boyfriend any girl would want, right?

Yukinoshita Yukino sighed in his heart.

But at this moment, another person screamed in shock.

"Ehhhh!?"

Fujiwara Yuki and Yukinoshita Yukino turned their heads at the same time, looking at Yuigahama Yui who made the sound, but only saw the picture of the girl hunching her shoulders and holding her head in her hands on the chair.

She almost curled up into a ball.

"Student Yuigahama?" Yukinoshita Yukino was a little stunned.

"How can it be like this? I asked so many people about the day when we just broke up." The girl didn't respond, she hid her head in her arms, and whispered in a voice that no one could hear clearly.

Fujiwara Yuki glanced at Yuigahama, stood up, and nodded to Yukinoshita Yukino who was at a loss.

"Since the gift has been delivered, I will leave first."

"Wait a moment!"

"Ok?"

Seeing Fujiwara Yuki who turned around, Yukinoshita Yukino hesitated for a moment. "Do you have anything else to do?"

"Help Isshiki with homework, go shopping at the mall, and then go home and practice ramen."

Hand-Pulled Noodle?Why practice ramen specifically?Is it a woman who likes ramen very much this time?

This idea flashed in Yukinoshita's mind for a moment, but now is not the time to analyze the suspect, she looked down at Yuigahama who was in a depressed state, and asked after a moment of silence: "Can you come and give advice to Yuigahama's chef?" Art?"

"No." Fujiwara Yuki refused again. "Yukishita, you know my principles, I already have"

"I know!" Yukinoshita Yukino interrupted him, the girl looked at Fujiwara Yuki and took a deep breath. "But what if it's my request?"

Yuki Fujiwara closed his mouth and pushed his glasses.

"Now I'm glad you came with me."

Looking at the pile of biscuit-shaped coke in front of him, Yukinoshita Yukino said so.

"In all fairness, this shape and fragrance" Fujiwara Yuki, who was sitting opposite her, picked up a piece of biscuit and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes. "Even if it is a beginner's work, it can only be described as a disaster."

Yuigahama Yui, who was wearing an apron, stood aside with an embarrassed smile on his face.

"Are we really going to try this?" Yukinoshita Yukino resisted.

"Of course." Fujiwara Yuki put the biscuit in his hand into his mouth. "There is a saying that if you haven't eaten the chef's dishes, then you are not qualified to judge his cooking skills."

A "click" came out of Fujiwara Yuki's mouth, followed by a rubbing sound like gravel turning, as if he had just swallowed a piece of basalt.

"Hello!" Yukinoshita Yukino's complexion changed slightly, she looked at Fujiwara Yuki in confusion, closed her eyes, and stuffed a biscuit into her mouth.

"In addition to bitterness and astringency, it also has a taste like crushed sand. Is it the eggshell fragments mixed in during the egg beating process?" Fujiwara Zhi chewed the biscuit and swallowed it, took a glass of water and drank it down, and finally The expressionless comment said: "As expected, the taste is also disaster-level. This cookie is completely substandard."

Because of the expressionless face, this evaluation seems more real, and at the same time, it is more hurtful.

"Is that so?" Yuihama Yui was even more embarrassed. She lowered her head in disappointment, sighed, and then said in a low voice, "Is it really not possible? I'm sorry, I don't seem to have any talent for cooking."

Fujiwara shook his head.

"No! On the contrary, Yuigahama Yui, you have the talent to be an excellent chef."

"Really, really?" Seeing Fujiwara Yuki's expressionless face, Yuigahama Yui fell into extreme consternation.

"Answer me a question first, Yuigahama Yui, why do you want to learn cooking?"

Yuigahama Yui lowered her head, she glanced at Yuki Fujiwara covertly, and said coyly, "Because I want someone to eat the cookies I made."

"It means you want to make dishes full of heart, right?" Fujiwara Yuki asked.

"Yes." Yuihama Yui nodded obediently.

"So, Yuigahama, do you know how to make dishes full of heart?" Fujiwara pushed his glasses. "In other words, Yuigahama, do you know what 'cuisine full of heart' is?"

"No, I don't know." Fujiwara Shiki's force made Yuigahama shrink back involuntarily. "It sounds very mysterious, is it alchemy?"

"No, "cooking that makes people feel the heart" is not a mysterious thing. In my opinion, the most important thing about it is not the heart, but the person. "

"That Fujiwara-san, I'm sorry, I don't quite understand." Yuihama Yui was confused, with the words "I don't understand at all" written on his face.

"To put it in a more understandable way, it is to make people feel that it is delicious, and at the same time, they can immediately understand who made this dish."

"So instead of making cookies, should I make omurice? Use tomato juice to write my name on it!" Yuigahama Yui seemed to have a clear understanding.

"It's not the name, but the difference in taste. Mark a food with your own taste, just like when you eat your mother's food, you will unconsciously say 'this is the taste of your mother'." Fujiwara Yuki said : "Cooking is a very delicate work. Any change in spices will change the taste of the cooking. How to find your own taste among the various seasoning ratios is a chef's lifelong pursuit."

"Many chefs will only cook according to recipes all their lives, without improvement or change, so they are mediocre, but you are different." Obviously, the words should be impassioned, but Fujiwara Yuki's tone is calm, more like encouragement than encouragement. It's yin and yang. "Yugahama Yui, you have what all chefs wish for - outstanding creativity."

"But even if Fujiwara-san said that." But Yuihama Yui obviously didn't care about Fujiwara Yuki's tone, she looked down at the coke on the plate, and said dejectedly: "The biscuits I made are still terrible."

"That's because you lack common sense and basic skills in the kitchen." Fujiwara Zhi bent down and picked up a coke-like biscuit, and held it in front of Yuigahama Yui. "If I have to describe it, this is the work of Van Gogh without any painting foundation. The author's excessive talent and ability to match it have destroyed it."

"Really, really!?" Yuigahama widened her eyes, shocked by the extremely high evaluation.

"Anyway, you don't believe in yourself now." Fujiwara Yuki put the biscuit in Yuigahama Yui's palm. "Then why don't you try to trust me?"

"Do it again." Fujiwara Yuki looked into Yuihama Yui's eyes and said in a commanding tone: "Student Yubihama, this time my request is: close your creativity and follow the recipe strictly. You What is needed now is to lay a solid foundation and improve ourselves. Our goal is to make a dish full of heart."

"Understood! Master Fujiwara! The goal is to make dishes full of heart!"