Gourmet Competition Entry Ticket Secured

On one hand, he wanted to get back at that old man Garp. Garp had actually dared to trick him before, so this time he wanted Garp to taste some hardship too.

On the other hand, Allen was also planning to see who took first place, then kidnap that person and make them his chef. That way, he would no longer have to suffer Yamato's Dark Cuisine.

It was truly a plan that killed two birds with one stone. Allen could hardly wait to see how things unfolded.

Then Allen looked at Yamato with a smile and softly asked, "Baby, do you like cooking?"

Yamato looked utterly innocent as she nodded blankly. "Yeah. What's up?"

A glint flashed through Allen's eyes. Seeing Yamato admit it, he immediately said excitedly, "Then let's sign up for the Culinary Competition too."

However, Yamato shook her head hard and said firmly, "I don't want to cook for other people!"

Allen was instantly speechless. So she only wants to cook for me? Is she trying to cook me to death?

Seeing that Yamato was unwilling, Allen grew a little anxious. Without Yamato's Divine Operation, he simply could not get revenge on Garp.

So, his eyes rolled as he decided to make up a beautiful and sweet story for Yamato.

After coming up with a plan, Allen said to Yamato with a beaming smile, "Baby, just imagine it. If you enter the competition and I become your assistant, we'll hold the same spatula together and carefully make a delicious dish. Just think about how sweet that scene would be!"

Listening to Allen's description, Yamato could not help imagining the sweet moments of the two of them cooking together. The image seemed to appear right before her eyes, and the corners of her lips unconsciously curled upward.

Seeing this, Allen struck while the iron was hot and continued, "There'll be lots of reporters taking pictures and covering the event that day. Just imagine it—when our sweet photos are spread all over the world, how many people will envy us?"

Those words were like a fire that ignited the desire in Yamato's heart.

Yamato slammed her hand on the table and loudly agreed, "Alright, I'll enter!"

In her heart, she also had a little plan: she wanted a certain person she hated to know that she was the most favored one, the true "boss," while that person was nothing.

And so, Yamato was successfully talked into going to the registration area by Allen.

But the moment they arrived and saw the packed venue, Allen began to shrink back. The sight intimidated him, and he started having second thoughts.

But Yamato was not having it. She grabbed Allen and headed straight for the registration line, her eyes full of determination.

To ensure the quality of the competition and prevent people with ulterior motives from successfully registering, the organizers had set up a basic skills checkpoint, requiring contestants to prepare a home-style dish on the spot.

When they arrived at the ingredient selection area, Yamato's gaze was drawn not to the dazzling array of vegetables, fruits, and meats, but to an ignored cow in the corner.

Allen noticed Yamato's fixed stare and curiously followed her gaze.

When he saw the three words "cow" on the sign, Allen completely froze.

He hurriedly stopped the "inspiration" budding in Yamato's mind, forcibly dragged her to another ingredient stand, then casually grabbed a piece of beef and several tomatoes, stuffed them into her hands, and said, "Use these to make a dish!"

Yamato glanced at the ingredients in her hands, then looked at the cow in the distance. With an unwilling expression, she set the ingredients on the table and muttered, "But I want to use that to cook."

As she spoke, she pointed at the cow.

Allen did not know whether to laugh or cry. Helplessly, he said, "Baby, be good. You can use cow next time. For now, let's just make something simple."

Yamato puffed out her cheeks and firmly said, "No."

Allen spent a long time coaxing and persuading her before Yamato finally gave up on the idea and chose to make a dish with tomatoes and beef.

Allen explained to Yamato that reporters would only come to take pictures and cover the event if they made it into the finals, and only then did Yamato reluctantly agree.

After Allen carefully cut up the beef and tomatoes, Yamato scooped them up in one go and tossed them into the pot.

Allen had only looked away for a moment, but when he turned back, he discovered that Yamato had turned the Stewed Tomato Beef into a mushy paste. It gave him quite a scare. "How did you cook it into this?" Allen cried out.

Yamato looked at the pot of Stewed Tomato Beef and asked with a Blank Expression, "Cook it into what?"

Allen sighed helplessly. This girl... everything that passes through her hands turns into an eyesore. Could she be the legendary terminator of cuisine?

Still, Allen did not want to give up so easily. He decided to save this "hideous" thing.

As they were about to take it off the heat, Allen exchanged a pack of Tech & Ruthless Seasoning Pack from the system. When no one was paying attention, he secretly sprinkled it in and stirred it a few times with a spoon.

When the taster saw the red paste-like substance in the pot, his expression stiffened. He looked up at Yamato and asked, "What is this?"

Yamato answered blankly, "Stewed Tomato Beef. Can't you tell?"

Hearing that it was a beef stew, the taster sighed in relief, because the thing looked far too much like something strange.

He truly could not imagine someone stewing beef until it was this mushy. If not for the aroma coming from the pot, he would have thought the girl before him had come to cause trouble.

The taster hesitated for a moment, but still scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

Unexpectedly, the moment it entered his mouth, his eyes lit up. "Hmm, it tastes great. You qualify to enter the competition."

After saying that, he took out an Entry Ticket for the Food Competition from a drawer and handed it to Yamato.

Yamato could hardly believe her ears. When had her cooking ever received such praise?

Tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she said excitedly, "Thank you, thank you for recognizing me. Sob, sob~"

As she spoke, she respectfully accepted it with Both hands.

The taster smiled and encouraged her, "Girl, I believe in you. Keep it up!"

Then he added, "The competition time and rules are written on it. Go back and read them!"

Yamato hurriedly nodded. "Oh, oh, got it!"

Seeing that they had obtained the Entry Ticket, Allen smiled in satisfaction and took Yamato's hand, preparing to leave.

On the way back to the coast, Allen looked over the terms on the back of the Entry Ticket. When he saw the words "competition ingredients must be brought by contestants," he could not help bursting into laughter. "Heaven is really helping me.

Garp, my best plan had been to make you eat pig, but now I have even more choices. Hahaha~"

Seeing Allen Talking to himself and laughing From Time to Time, Yamato felt a little afraid. Cautiously probing, she asked, "Dear, are you okay?"

Allen was a little confused by the question and replied, "What could be wrong with me?"

Only then did Yamato breathe a sigh of relief. As she spoke, she patted her chest. "Oh, oh, it's good that you're okay."

Allen had just been about to ask whether Yamato was acting foolish again when a pleading voice came from a secluded little house.