Ripping Off Your Clothes Is the Highest Praise for Good Food.

Don't I have hands?

"Pfft... Club President, don't be so cute! I'm really going to fall for you."

She couldn't help but laugh until tears streamed down her face.

The three girls who were eagerly waiting suddenly looked over, but the latter ignored them.

"Snort!"

Someone let out a soft hum.

"This sunflower is mine, and you're not allowed to take it!"

Takanashi Rikka finally took out her treasured herb.

"I have Death too! This is a trophy I obtained after Dekumori deep into the demon's lair and battling fierce monsters!"

Dekomori Sanae also took out a plant, which resembled spinach.

"Who cares?"

"I have one too."

Natsukawa Masuzu and Nibuya Morika were already prepared.

They took to heart the stories about food that Hasegawa had told them that day, and secretly collected some of them. Unfortunately, there were still too few spiritual herbs and flowers imbued with spiritual power, and they didn't collect many.

Hasegawa Izumi casually processed these rare ingredients to prevent their Spiritual Energy from escaping, and transformed it into easily absorbed spiritual power during cooking.

"I'm starting!"

Eager to get started, the girls began to eat as soon as all the ingredients were cooked.

The first step, naturally, is to grab what you like, which inevitably leads to some disputes.

"This is mine!"

"I saw it first!"

Nibuya Morika's Chopsticks were forcibly intercepted in mid-air by Dekomori Sanae's Chopsticks.

In an instant, spiritual energy surged.

"You...!"

The electric current struck Nibuya Morika's hand, causing her to involuntarily pull her arm away.

"Got it! Death!"

Just as Dekomori Sanae Tokomaru was feeling smug and preparing to swallow the beef ball whole, a chain of spiritual energy appeared out of nowhere and pulled her wrist to the ground.

"It's so delicious!"

Nibuya Morika, quick as a flash, caught the falling beef ball and swallowed it, finally revealing a satisfied expression.

"Using superpowers for this kind of thing... tsk tsk."

Natsukawa Masuzu shook her head, opened her mouth and swallowed the suspended broccoli, then faced the two of them together.

"You, who even use a body double, have no right to say such things!"

"... Death!"

Takanashi Rikka remained silent, activating her Sharingan to enhance her eyesight and seize every opportunity to snatch food from the jaws of death.

At this point, everyone gradually fell silent, becoming prisoners of the food, with only the Chopsticks still silently battling as they rose and fell.

Until Hasegawa Izumi reminded him.

"Your main course is ready."

They quickly picked up the rare ingredients they had prepared and ate them whole.

A sense of satisfaction welled up from within, and even one's own soul felt joy and was rejoicing.

They soon discovered that their spiritual power had suddenly increased slightly, roughly equivalent to half a month of arduous cultivation.

Keep in mind that they haven't been cultivating for very long, yet this level is already quite remarkable!

"If we could eat this every day, wouldn't the Thunder Hammer User become invincible in no time?!"

Dekomori Sanae clenched her fists and stood up abruptly, electric arcs crackling through her body.

The others also showed some interest.

"First, rare ingredients are inherently scarce. Second, ingredients are also graded, and as your strength increases, your needs will also increase. Finally, a sudden surge in power can be difficult to control and can be quite fatal in battle."

Hasegawa Izumi's advice brought the girls back to their senses.

"However, indulging in such treats occasionally can be beneficial for spiritual practice, so let's all enjoy ourselves now."

"Yes, Club President."

The girls snapped out of their daze and continued their friendly competition with Chopsticks.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock..."

26

Chapter 26: "Clothes ripping off" is the highest praise for delicious food.

Just as they were enjoying a delicious meal inside the Far East Magic Society, the enticing aroma of the cooking wafted out through the windows and the cracks in the doorway.

"What's that smell? It smells so good!"

"Could someone be taking a cooking class?!"

"The kitchen is far from here, and school's over already!"

"Seriously, who's cooking at school? That's outrageous!"

Members of the surrounding communities noticed this and began to discuss it.

Art Club.

Eriri sniffed the air, the strong, fragrant scent filling her senses and invigorating her.

"This must be Izumi playing tricks! And those guys, can't they ever tone it down? They always like to stir up trouble!"

"And... they didn't even invite me to eat something delicious! How dare they!"

This is what angered her the most.

"Let's go see who's so audacious!"

Eriri put down her paintbrush and went out with her followers, following the scent.

At this moment, someone inside the Student Council had already reported the situation to the Student Council President.

"You mean someone's cooking in the club? That's interesting. Only that guy would dare to do that... I don't want to offend him, but it's not good to be so blatant and disrupt other people's club activities. Dragon Ball, go over there."

The Student Council President made a fist, rested his chin on his hand, and smiled.

"They really know how to make incredibly difficult requests. Do they want me to negotiate with those abnormal humans? Please, have mercy on me."

Ryuzou Momoko, the Student Council's accountant, sighed, accepted the task with a helpless expression, and left the meeting room.

When she went down to the second floor, she saw a crowd of people blocking the corridor outside the Far East Magic Society, which confirmed everything.

What are you doing blocking this place?

She still asked a question in a seemingly serious manner.

"Dragon Ball, we're here to find out who's cooking at school... and then, you know."

"My childhood Sawamura-san Childhood Friend, is close to that man and is negotiating with him on our behalf."

Someone answered.

"I understand, I'll go in and take a look too."

She nodded and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

However, when Ryuzou Momoko joined the club, she witnessed a scene that surprised her.

Sawamura-san everyone was talking about who was handling the negotiations, was sitting around Hasegawa, Chopsticks in hand, eyeing the food in the pot with predatory intent, looking like a starving ghost with an insatiable craving.

What kind of nonsense is this...?

She tugged at the brim of her little white hat, inwardly complaining.

"Ahem, Dragon Ball, you're here too."

At that moment, Eriri also noticed the newcomer, immediately sat up straight, and coughed a few times to cover her embarrassment.

"Sawamura-san, what brings you here?"

Ryuzou Momoko made a joke.

"I... I couldn't help it... Izumi's cooking is just too delicious! I just couldn't resist! This is our first offense, so please turn a blind eye and let us off the hook."

Eriri pouted.

"This isn't a question of whether to let it go or not..."

Ryuzou Momoko was in a difficult position.

"Is there a rule in the school rules that prohibits Student Council from cooking on campus?"

Beside her, the silver-haired beauty's face was full of amusement.

"Indeed... no."

Ryuzou Momoko thought for a moment.

Normally speaking, no one would do such a thing. After all, the Shuchiin is a very prestigious institution, and noble Young Lady would disdain doing such a thing, while commoners would not dare to do it.

"That settles it."

Natsukawa Masuzu spread his hands, his smile unchanged.

"But, as..."

"Dragon Ball, right? I'm already full, but there's still some food left. Why don't you give it a try?"

At this time, Nibuya Morika extended a warm invitation.

Are you suggesting I eat leftovers?

Ryuzou Momoko Peach looked somewhat impatient, but the fragrance she smelled genuinely permeated her body.

"Well, I'll give it a try..."

Anyway, once we've finished eating, it's over!

The girls from the Far East Magic Society moved aside to rest for a while.

Besides feeling physically full, one's spiritual energy also feels like it's been overeaten and needs to be digested.

"Is this what they call 'Malatang'? I've heard of it before."

Ryuzou Momoko glanced at the bottom of the pot.

"Dragon Ball, let's treat you to a good meal today, as a way of repaying you."

Hasegawa Izumi smiled faintly.

"It's cooked!"

Eriri completely ignored their conversation, focusing instead on the boiling pot. The potato slices and winter melon she had just added were already cooked.

Even though no one was scrambling to grab it, she couldn't wait to pick it up and put it in her mouth.

The explosive flavor instantly assaulted her taste buds, giving her a sensation akin to a volcanic eruption. Her face flushed instantly, and she felt a surge of irritation, as if she had just engaged in something indescribably stimulating.

Although I had eaten Hasegawa's cuisine before, this time the impact was even greater.

"Is it really that exaggerated? It's just eating something similar to oden..."

Long Taozi calmly bit into a beef ball, and the next second, her pupils widened.

This, this is!!