In a dimly lit room, there was one table and two chairs.
On the table, a compass spun frantically, buzzing continuously. Lixin, beside it, looked at the situation before him with excitement, then immediately called headquarters to inform them of the good news.
"The compass vibrates, a rare treasure has appeared. This must be a Legendary Cooking Utensil without a doubt. Lixin, for the next half month, pay close attention to your surroundings. Do not miss any details.
Headquarters has already dispatched support. As long as you bring the cooking utensil back, you will be an absolute hero!
However, Legendary Cooking Utensils are very important to both us and China. The other side also has detection methods and will definitely not ignore it. If necessary, you can seek help from local forces."
The call connected. As Lixin informed the Dark Cuisine World headquarters about the compass's vibration, the other party also provided a solution, which was to observe carefully, which was as good as saying nothing.
The only relatively useful information was that headquarters would send people over in the next few days, which was definitely good news for him.
Because to seize a Legendary Cooking Utensil, in addition to exquisite culinary skills, strong martial power and physique were also indispensable factors.
One must know that Legendary Cooking Utensils recognize their masters; only chefs with strong physique and culinary skills can truly wield them.
Ordinary chefs, even if they obtain a Legendary Cooking Utensil, would absolutely not be able to unleash its true power.
However, being unable to use it normally is one thing, and obtaining it is another. What the Dark Cuisine World needs has always been just to obtain the Golden-tier Cooking Utensil itself.
The Chinese culinary world was also like this.
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At a private airport, propeller sounds were constant.
A group of five people, uniformly dressed in chef uniforms, stood in front of the tarmac. They all had a star embroidered on their left chest, were between eighteen and twenty-five years old, and were all young talents from China.
"Ah, ah, are we going to Japan this time? Speaking of which, why are our Chinese Legendary Cooking Utensils in Japan? And we have to travel all the way there."
Among the five, the tallest boy couldn't help but complain. In his opinion, Chinese cooking utensils should be in China. What was the point of them being in Japan?
"Stop complaining. This mission is crucial; success is the only option, failure is not. Save your complaints until we get back."
"I'm just saying, besides, we're just going there to play a supporting role. The real main force is Uncle Fu, maybe we won't even have the qualifications to play a supporting role."
Hearing the girl beside him, the tall boy couldn't help but complain. He didn't think he had the ability to conquer the legendary cooking utensils. At most, they were going there to gain some experience.
"That being said, when it's our turn to contribute, we still have to contribute. Going there with the idea of slacking off will get you scolded."
"I know, Sister Li is so strict."
Hearing the girl next to him, the tall boy smiled bitterly. He was just mouthing off, who knew Sister Li would be so serious.
"Japan, huh? I'll go to a customs shop and hang out with older sisters when I get there."
"That's all you amount to."
Hearing the man next to her, another girl said scornfully.
"What? Customs shops are legal and compliant there. At most, I'm just experiencing the local customs."
The man pinched his chin, looking smug, which made the girl who had just spoken roll her eyes repeatedly, but she was too lazy to complain further.
Among the five, there was also a girl with her head down, saying nothing, wearing headphones, and occasionally chewing her cheek, blowing a huge pink bubble.
"Everyone's here, let's get on the plane."
As the group chatted happily, a middle-aged man carrying a chef's tool kit emerged from the passage behind them. He had a graceful posture and was also wearing a chef's uniform, but both the fabric and style were a notch higher than those of the people in front of him, and three stars were embroidered on his left chest.
"Yes, Uncle Fu."
And with the man's appearance, the relaxed expressions on the faces of the people on the tarmac instantly vanished. They immediately lined up and boarded the plane in the fastest, most orderly manner.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man called Uncle Fu nodded and was the last to board.
Once all members were in place, the plane began to move forward. The scenery outside the window started to recede, and before long, it soared into the sky, heading towards the island nation of Japan.
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"Ugh, this broken ship. Is the organization's budget so tight that they don't even have money for us to fly?"
Staggering off the ship, the man held onto the railing and retched towards the sea, his face filled with discomfort, looking completely listless.
"Good thing I took motion sickness medicine."
Hearing the man's voice ahead, the person behind him said proudly. It was a pretty girl with short black hair. With her were a boy of about fifteen and an old man of sixty.
They all had one common feature: they wore black cloaks, exquisitely embroidered with patterns of wolves and tigers.
Of course, the most striking was the fierce ghost embroidered on the old man's cloak, its eyes glowing crimson.
It looked incredibly lifelike!
If one looked closely, they could also find that while the patterns on some people's cloaks were of the same type, the details differed. For example, some people had tigers with closed eyes on their backs, while others had open eyes; some tigers were crouching, while others were airborne.
Because of their unique attire, the group attracted a lot of attention from their surroundings, but they didn't care. To be precise, if they cared, they wouldn't have dressed like that.
"Anyway, let's go meet up with Lixin first and ask about the current progress."
"Then let's go."
"Wait for me…"
The man who had just been vomiting said anxiously, looking at the group that seemed to be abandoning him and moving forward, he desperately stretched out his hand with a sorrowful face, staggering his steps, and tried hard to follow them.
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That day, night.
"Why is this thing glowing…"
In the room, Hoshino Sora's face was filled with confusion as he looked at the jade pendant in his hand, which emitted faint glows. Before he could think much, the jade pendant suddenly floated up and disintegrated in mid-air.
"This is…"
Looking at the map that appeared in mid-air, Hoshino Sora's expression was subtle. He was very familiar with the content on the map; it was undoubtedly Far Moon Academy. The layout was exactly the same as Far Moon Academy in Hoshino Sora's knowledge, and a circle was drawn on the map with a white marker.
The location was… Polar Star Dormitory.
As Hoshino Sora looked at the location corresponding to the circle, many thoughts flashed through his mind.
Polar Star Dormitory, the oldest dormitory of Far Moon Academy, unlike Yōbi Dormitory, which was built only a few years ago, it has existed since the establishment of the school and has a history of a hundred years.
His father's words when he gave him the jade pendant flashed in his mind. If nothing unexpected happened, this circle should represent a treasure hiding spot, just like in the movies.
Although he didn't know why this jade pendant could display a map, nor why it didn't show up before but suddenly did now, and it seemed like he couldn't put it away...
As Hoshino Sora pondered, he subconsciously reached out his hand, and then the star map turned into specks of starlight that poured into his right arm, forming a dragon-shaped tattoo on the back of his right hand.
Looking at the tattoo, Hoshino Sora frowned slightly, rubbing the back of his hand with his other hand. Good heavens, this was actually a real tattoo?! The ink on it would change with the skin.
My dear friends, how speechless, today I encountered a terrible jade pendant that tattooed me without even asking.
Hoshino Sora chuckled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and continued to look at his right hand. He had to admit that this dragon tattoo was quite good, with a vigorous posture and strong dragon claws, as if it was galloping amidst clouds and waves.
The only drawback was that the dragon's eyes were closed, making it look dead. Bah, it looked like it was sleeping.
I should go to Polar Star Dormitory tomorrow to check out the situation.
This thought flashed through Hoshino Sora's mind, and then he went to bed to rest. Today was his holiday, simply put, it was a day he could sleep alone.
With no one to disturb him, Hoshino Sora slept soundly, opening his eyes around five o'clock the next day. He sat up and stretched vigorously, a satisfied expression on his face.
Scratching his backside, he changed into his clothes, and Hoshino Sora leisurely walked downstairs. After a quick trip to the bathroom and a wash, he went to the kitchen to prepare a loving breakfast for his wives.
He didn't plan to make breakfast too complicated; steamed buns, soy milk, and fried dough sticks would suffice. By the time everything was prepared, it was already seven o'clock.
"Hurry up and wash up, then come eat."
Looking at Erina Nakiri, who arrived late, Hoshino Sora called out, holding a bowl and chopsticks. At this moment, the air was filled with a refreshing aroma of soy milk and the oily scent of fried dough sticks.
The large meat buns were a bit hot to the touch, and with one bite, the juicy, delicious filling overflowed. Mito Ikumi, Hiratsuka Shizuka, Shiina Mashiro, Shinohiru, and Yumeko Jabami were already seated, just waiting for Erina Nakiri.
"Okay."
Nodding, Erina Nakiri did not refuse. Looking at the soy milk and fried dough sticks on the table, the period of her part-time job flashed in her mind, where she was forced to wear a maid outfit to serve customers, which was quite embarrassing!
Thinking of this, Erina Nakiri couldn't help but look at Hoshino Sora, only to find that he was also looking at her. As if they had a telepathic connection, their gazes met and then separated instantly.
After breakfast, Hoshino Sora rushed to Polar Star Dormitory without stopping. He wanted to see what was inside the white circle. His intuition told him that it must be some kind of treasure, a great opportunity!
This was also the reason why he was so eager to come over.
As he approached Polar Star Dormitory, the dragon-shaped tattoo on his arm inexplicably began to heat up. In the depths of his being, a pulling force guided him forward, in this direction.
"Hoshino-kun?"
Seeing Hoshino Sora appear near the Polar Star field, Tadokoro Megumi, who was delivering breakfast to everyone at Polar Star Dormitory in the garden, called out, but because of the distance and her soft voice, she was not heard by him.
Seeing this, Tadokoro Megumi no longer had the leisure to stay in the vegetable garden. She put down the empty basket after delivering breakfast to everyone and followed him in quick steps.
Hoshino Sora continued to walk forward and soon arrived at the main gate of Polar Star Dormitory. At this moment, the back of his hand was burning hot; it was so hot that he could probably fry an egg on it.
"Hoshino-kun."
Not far away, Tadokoro Megumi called out again, but Hoshino Sora still didn't respond. He opened the main gate of Polar Star Dormitory on his own and then, as if summoned by something, walked straight towards the kitchen.
Soon, Hoshino Sora arrived at the kitchen of Polar Star Dormitory. At this moment, the kitchen was empty. The young man's gaze searched around, but it was just an ordinary kitchen, and there seemed to be nothing he wanted.
"Are you looking for something?"
At this point, Tadokoro Megumi finally understood Hoshino Sora's purpose, so she stood at the kitchen door and asked. Hoshino Sora also noticed Tadokoro Megumi and nodded gently.
"I'm looking for something, but I have no idea where it is right now, not even a clue. But I can confirm that it's here."
The burning sensation on his hand was very obvious, and Hoshino Sora gestured around the kitchen. He was still completely bewildered, not understanding what was happening or why the tattoo brought him here.
"I don't quite understand what you mean." Tadokoro Megumi frowned slightly, thinking for a long time but still not understanding Hoshino Sora's meaning. What did he mean, "I know the thing is here, but I don't have a clue?"
This sentence sounded contradictory no matter how she heard it.
"It's okay, you don't need to understand."
Shaking his head, Hoshino Sora didn't want to waste words explaining. His gaze continued to search the kitchen, trying to find useful clues, but after searching for a long time, he found nothing.
Just as Hoshino Sora was about to give up, he suddenly noticed an unusually strong sensation when his palm pointed towards the cutting board, so he quickly stepped forward to check the situation.
The cutting board was very ordinary, just a wooden block. When he placed his palm on it, the tattoo didn't change at all. It wasn't here. His gaze moved up, and a rusty kitchen knife looked particularly out of place in the kitchen.
Looking at the kitchen knife, Hoshino Sora felt in the depths of his being that this was the purpose of his trip, so he reached out and took it down.
The moment his hand touched the kitchen knife, the knife seemed to suddenly come alive. First, it floated in the air, shaking off all the iron filings on its body, and then a dragon pattern appeared on the back of the blade, looking incredibly imposing.
Of course, none of this was the most crucial part. The most crucial part was that this knife seemed to have a will of its own, preparing to strike Hoshino Sora at an extremely fast speed. Fortunately, he managed to dodge it.
However, a knife is a knife after all. As a chef, if one cannot even control a knife, wouldn't that be too pathetic?
Hoshino Sora thought so, and so, looking at the knife flying towards him, he no longer dodged. He just held his breath, stared at it intently, and finally found the right moment to firmly grasp its handle.
However, the knife did not stop as expected; instead, it struggled violently in Hoshino Sora's hand. Hoshino Sora dared not let go, nor was he willing to use both hands. He just wrestled with the kitchen knife with one hand.
But it was strange, this kitchen knife actually had the ability to compete with him in strength. One must know that his Gourmet Cell had broken through level 5, possessing strength comparable to a Tyrannosaurus Rex!
His mind was filled with thoughts. For no other reason, just to prove a point, he had to make this broken knife stop today!
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