Menchi looked furious. She glanced at A Luo's Number Plate and demanded:
"Examinee Number 42, what did you put in this nigiri sushi?"
A Luo didn't understand.
"I didn't add anything special?"
Menchi sneered.
"Are you sure?"
A Luo scratched her head.
No way!
Could Menchi taste the pills she'd made with her Nen and added to it?
But what did that matter? As long as she didn't activate her Nen, they were no different from the seasonings everyone else was using!
They could even make the food taste better than anything else in the world. Why was Menchi so angry?
"I did add something a little unusual for seasoning, but I promise it doesn't do any harm. All it does is make the food taste better."
Menchi slammed her fist onto the table between them, sending A Luo's plate of sushi crashing to the floor.
"Examinee Number 42, let me ask you something. Why did you start cooking?"
A Luo froze.
Why had she started cooking?
She drifted into her memories, recalling how she'd felt the first time she cooked in Meteor City.
Back then, she'd only wanted to fill her stomach. Later, she'd cooked to set a trap for the Spider and give herself a chance to escape.
Of course, if she could take the opportunity to get back at Chrollo, all the better.
After that, she rarely cooked.
When eating became nothing more than a way to replenish energy, and there was no one around to share good food with, A Luo, who lived alone day after day, naturally lost the desire to put care into preparing meals.
"I didn't have any special reason! When I first started cooking, I just wanted to fill my stomach. Later, it was to get the better of a bunch of