There’s No Drug in My Cooking!

Dear readers,

I am excited to announce that I will be starting a new series called "I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice". As I work on this new project, the release rate of my current work, "There is no Drug in my Cooking!", will be slowed down.

I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause, but I hope you will enjoy the new series. In the meantime, I hope you will continue to support "There is no Drug in my Cooking!" and look forward to its future updates.

Thank you for your understanding and continued support.

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Erina stood outside the counter, her small face puffing up and her body slightly trembling with anger!

What an annoying guy!

Ichiyo didn't pay attention to Erina's emotional state and, after placing the glutinous rice flour in the steamer, he clapped his hands and turned to look at her. "Is there anything else you need?"

Erina took a deep breath, her chest heaving.

Don't get angry, don't get angry, it's not worth getting angry at this jerk!

"What can you make?" She asked as calmly as possible.

Ichiyo smiled and said, "Just sweets!"

Ichiyo was able to make other dishes and sweets, but the quality was too low. It was fine for himself or for the two wasteland girls to eat since they were all family and it would be a waste of food to throw it away. But it would be inappropriate to sell or serve it to guests. So Ichiyo was firm in his decision not to serve anything that didn't meet his standards, at least not without an emotional buff.

The Sakuraba family was not short on money, and the pastry shop could afford to have a few slow days without paying the utilities, but they couldn't afford to tarnish the family's reputation.

"Then I'll have the Starry Sky Yokan."

"I can only make sweets!"

Erina: "..."

Ichiyo had a faint smile on his face, which made Erina feel annoyed. She was silent for a long time before sighing and speaking up. "Do you have any other chef uniforms here?"

Ichiyo hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes, we do have some, but the uniforms have the Sakuraba family crest on them, and, uh, my size, I don't think it would fit you very well."

The man's gaze flickered briefly over his sister-in-law's prominent chest and was caught. Erina glared at him angrily and said, "I don't care, bring me a change of clothes!"

Upstairs, Ichiyo handed his sister-in-law a spare chef's outfit and was rudely pushed out of the room. As he went downstairs, he rolled his eyes and was increasingly glad that his father had arranged for Erina to be his fiancée and not Alice. This sister-in-law was too arrogant and shy, but his fiancée was cute, and the white hair also deserves a bonus point!

Erina had been educated in the culinary arts since childhood, so she had a deep respect for the kitchen that Ichiyo did not possess. If given the opportunity, Erina would don a chef's uniform and enter the kitchen with the courage to explore the unknown aspects of the culinary world as a true chef.

Three minutes later, Ichiyo looked at the sister-in-law who walked down from the second floor holding her chest and his eyes widened in shock, taking a deep breath!

His family's chef uniforms had always been professional attire, but after the sister-in-law put it on, it seemed so...

Hiss!

"What are you looking at, you pervert!"

Erina blushed and glared at Ichiyo, with steam rising from her face.

Ichiyo also felt that he couldn't look anymore, quickly looking away. It was too much, he felt a little dizzy from drinking too much milk!

"Don't misunderstand. I view things critically. In my eyes, those are just piles of carbon-based compounds."

Originally, the buttons could be buttoned up all the way to the collarbone, but they were directly blocked by the sister-in-law's grand canyon, and in the end, the two buttons couldn't be buttoned up, the abyss was staring at him!

He was somewhat relieved that his fiancée had left early, otherwise it would be hard to explain if she saw this!

Erina's face was cold and decided not to give this guy another look, and walked to the head chef's position.

"I can make Seven-Flavors Fruit Daifuku, you watch me make it first, then try it yourself. If you don't understand anything, ask questions, and I'll try to teach you. We only have one night, you have to learn this dish tonight, this is one of the foundations of the Sakuraba family in the culinary world!"

Erina prepared the various materials needed with familiar movements and also took out the glutinous rice flour that Ichiyo had steamed in advance, allowing it to cool.

The filling and outer layer of this dish require specific materials and skills to work together effectively. The glutinous rice flour must be treated in a special way to create the perfect texture that will lock in the various fruit flavors of the filling. The processing order of each fruit filling, as well as the maximum allowed stop time for each step, must also be strictly controlled.

Because the unique aromas, best shelf life, and colors of each fruit are different, they must be processed before the quality of all the fruit fillings decreases, in order to lock the flavors in the daifuku and bring out the wonderful sense of nature!

Erina made the dish while guiding Ichiyo, stating the key steps and her own understanding of the dish, as well as improvement plans.

Ichiyo listened and unconsciously wrinkled his brows, pointing to a bowl of cherry tomatoes in the prepared ingredients area, and said, "This shouldn't be an ingredient in the original recipe, right?"

He had seen his grandfather make this dish before, but in those years he had eaten too many sweets and had been on a sugar-free diet for almost a year, so he couldn't eat any sweetness at all, and he barely ate rice or flour at meals because they contain starch that is converted into sweetness by amylase.

Erina looked back at him, her small face showing some emotion, but she still seriously taught him, partly because she didn't want to see a chef with such great culinary talent muddle through, and partly because of her goal: as long as she could train the next generation of the Sakuraba family to be top chefs who could withstand external pressure, their family wouldn't have to rely on marriage to find a shield, and marriage freedom wouldn't be impossible in the future. Therefore, Erina Nakiri teaches very seriously, with her serious little face and wonderful uniform, giving the impression of an exciting night lesson.

"Tomatoes are also fruit, and recipes are not set in stone. If you can improve upon the original recipe while maintaining its good points and increasing its taste, then the recipe can be changed completely. A good chef must be able to adapt and learn to think creatively."

"Of course, the main reason I chose to use fresh cherry tomatoes instead of the sweet and sour flavor of green grapes is that you don't have fresh green grapes here. However, the red color of the cherry tomatoes will visually conflict with the red of the strawberries, so pay close attention to my processing method later!"

The craft of making desserts is increasingly elegant and artistic, in addition to being delicious. This is why many high-end desserts are so beautiful. If you make a dessert look good, will it taste better?

No, it will only be more expensive!

Nobles and wealthy people often pay extra for certain things. In addition to their deliciousness and aesthetic appeal, these things also represent identity, power, and status. These factors are often unspoken but are no less important to those who seek them out.

Ichiyo watched his sister-in-law, Erina, talk animatedly and couldn't understand why she would be so knowledgeable and confident about the recipe of his grandfather's early-career signature dish and even try to replace the ingredients to improve it.

"I've had a doubt in my heart since just now, Alice, can you tell me why you are so knowledgeable and proficient in our Sakuraba family's recipes?" Ichiyo looked at he's violet-colored pupils with a calm gaze, and instinctively, Erina flinched and tried to avoid his gaze.

"I want to hear the truth. If you don't want to say it, don't give me an answer." Ichiyo seemed to see through Erina's thoughts and his words, like a sharp blade, broke through the reasons she had just wanted to say.

Erina lowered her head and was silent for a while. She lightly bit her lower lip, and finally looked up at Ichiyo stubbornly, her voice somewhat resentful, as if she was about to cry. "Do you think I wanted to know?"

One week ago, she suddenly received a message saying that her grandfather wanted to see her. She obediently went, and when she arrived at her grandfather's place, she saw him happily chatting with one of the absolute strongest figures in the culinary world.

As the two white-haired old men chatted and reminisced, Erina stood quietly waiting. It was close to noon, and her grandfather asked her to take charge of making lunch. She obeyed and used all her strength to cook with her best culinary skills!

Both of the old men were very satisfied with the lunch, and after the afternoon tea, the old man who was chatting happily with her grandfather suddenly took out a recipe book that contained a large number of signature dishes and gave it to her. She carefully looked at her grandfather with a questioning gaze, but he said nothing and didn't even look at her.

In the end, she accepted the recipe book, thanked him, and left, feeling like she was living in a dream, with a sense of unreality spreading in her heart.

Two days later, her grandfather told her that the recipe book was the foundation of the Sakuraba family's inheritance and that she had accepted it and was now engaged to the Sakuraba family.

Erina was shocked when she first heard this news!

Regret washed over her as she realized she should have known it would be like this. She shouldn't have accepted the recipe book, no matter how tempting the signature dishes were. She could have researched them herself in the future.

She didn't want to be engaged!

Her grandfather told her that she couldn't damage the reputation and relationships of both families and that the news had already been announced. If she wanted to change anything, she had to think of a way to do so without causing too much impact. She was to go and meet the boy, either try to accept him or be honest with him and reach a consensus.

Ichiyo was confused and didn't understand why his sister-in-law suddenly had this expression. In any case, she glared at him who know nothing about the insider information, she was too lazy to explain. Those gifts of recipes and cooking notebooks, she would find a way to compensate for them in her own way!

Before that, as the first step in the plan, she had to cultivate this guy into a top chef!

Looking back now, the harmonious atmosphere and heartfelt laughter of the two elderly people at that time were filled with the smell of conspiracy!

Those two old guys are getting worse and worse as they get older!

These days, Nakiri Erina has been ignoring her grandfather!

Various fruits and ingredients have undergone constant processing and gradually changed into another form. Erina's movements are smooth and natural, like a queen in front of a cooking table, confident and in control of everything!

"Go and knead the cooked glutinous rice flour into the skin and then put it in the refrigerator to cool down."

Sakaki Ichiyo was stunned and looked at his sister-in-law, pointing to his own nose and saying, "Me?"

"Hurry up!" A decisive light shout and Erina didn't even turn her head back.

"Yes~" Sakaki Ichiyo replied weakly, not knowing what to say. In any case, he was successfully demoted from a third-rate chef to a kitchen assistant.

"50 grams of agar, 300 grams of water, heat over high heat until the agar is completely melted, then turn to medium heat to maintain the temperature at 60 degrees!"

Erina is seriously handling the fruit, trying to make sure that every fruit can express its unique flavor to the maximum and form a big flavor fusion with other fruits. Ichiyo is quietly cooperating with her actions and also observing her production process, but he is not stealing from her, but openly learning. Because every time his sister-in-law makes a step, she will explain the details and reasons to him, and she can even spare the time to observe how his process is going and give some guidance.

Ichiyo occasionally makes a few harmless mistakes, but they are all corrected by his sister-in-law. For some reason, there is a strange sense of harmony?

Half an hour later, Sakaki Ichiyo has a small plate in front of him with three round, seven-colored balls. The surface of the balls is transparent with a faint milky white layer, and it is easy to see the colorful fruit filling inside. The color is bright and shiny, and it seems that the taste and the beautiful color have not been affected too much by the subsequent processing. In the depths of this fruit daifuku, there was a faint hint of liquid swirling and changing between light and shadow.

Ichiyo is sure that the seven-flavored fruit daifuku made by his grandfather is very different from this fruit daifuku. The change his sister-in-law made to this recipe is really huge!

The flowing filling and the second layer of fruit filling that no longer appears in the form of grainy fruit chunks are both improvements made by the other party!

"Try one." Erina pushes the plate to Ichiyo and indicates for him to try the taste of this fruit daifuku that has been improved by her.

Ichiyo's expression is somewhat hesitant. "You were the head chef, shouldn't you eat it first?"

Although this thing looks quite attractive, it is still a trial dish after all, and just now his sister-in-law's cooking methods seem to have a hint of molecular cuisine. If he eats it, he shouldn't get diarrhea, right?

Erina was so angry at Ichiyo's suspicious gaze that she directly grabbed a seven-flavored fruit daifuku and stuffed it into his mouth. "Open your mouth for me!"

Before Ichiyo had time to react, Nakiri Erina directly poked him with her small hand, and about half of the daifuku about the size of a half-egg was stuffed into his mouth. Ichiyo had no choice but to bite down reluctantly, and then his eyes brightened!

Pineapple, lemon, blood orange, strawberry, peach... the unique flavors of seven fruits perfectly blended, the first taste was clearly layered, and the aftertaste was a flavor bomb that will leave your taste buds collapsing!"

Ichiyo unconsciously grunted, and a scene appeared in his mind: mountains, rivers, heaven, and earth orchards, various fruits happily smiling all over the mountains, a blond double-ponytail girl who looked exactly like his sister-in-law carrying a bamboo basket, jumping and wandering in the fruit grove, with a sweet smile on her face, picked a lemon and brought it to him, asking him if he wanted to eat it?

During the culinary illusion, Ichiyo took a bite and was surprised by the cool, sweet symphony of flavors in his mouth. He gasped for breath and collapsed onto his sister-in-law's body, his voice trembling. "Did you put medicine inside?"