Food was the people's heaven; only those who controlled the right to cook had a voice. Sent here to cook, Sogo Doma consoled himself...
"Finished processing what!? I'd only just put the washed radishes, potatoes, and everything else on the counter, right? You hadn't done anything at all—you'd just been complaining the whole time..." Teacher Xihuan couldn't hold herself back again.
"Are you sure?" Sogo Doma asked back, holding a kitchen knife.
"Absolutely..." Teacher Xihuan didn't think she was blind.
Whoosh!
Before she could finish, a flash of blade light swept past. The ingredients on the cutting board rose into the air, separated on their own, and turned into neatly cut pieces...
"Xihuan, have you underestimated the abilities of the Elite Ten? Even if I'm only a former Elite Ten..." Sogo Doma said as he set down his knife and wiped his hands. He had finished everything in less than a minute.
Teacher Xihuan: "..."
Was this the gap between professional chefs and amateur hobbyists like them?
What exactly was there that this guy Doma couldn't do!? And besides—
"So the point of me helping out here is just to wash the ingredients?"
"How could that be? Your purpose here is to listen to me complain..." Sogo Doma said without the slightest reservation. "If you hadn't inexplicably asked Umaru..."
"Didn't you also inexplicably bring up an annual salary of two hundred million?" Teacher Xihuan rolled her eyes.
"..." Sogo Doma froze for a moment before reacting. "Xihuan, that's petty. This is completely—"
"No, I'm doing this so the students understand that even someone leaning on a ten-billion-yen motorhome has to make their own food when it's time to eat. And you, Doma, are the most direct proof of that!"
After falling silent again for a while, Sogo Doma finally fixed