10 Chapter 1: His and Her ThoughtsP

10 Chapter 1: His and Her Thoughts
Part 1: Her decision

Megumi was uncertain, completely and utterly bewildered and giddy with anticipation. She nodded at her dish and decided that was just a part of what she felt. These many emotions were good and her cooking would be brightened if the best feeling of all could be sealed in it. Or at least that's what she learned but she couldn't stop thinking about him…

'I want a Shokugeki with you,' he had said with a straight face and a stare that felt could set her very core on fire.

Megumi shook her head feeling the odd heated sensation rise from the tip of her toes till the end of her ears. She strode from one side of the kitchen and made up her mind on many things including the fact that anything the Yukihara chef did made her feel worth something. Nonetheless, the first point that came to mind was that she had accepted because of her pride as a cook, that and the fact she couldn't really refuse him. What she felt was clearly a form of love and now she was certain Souma had become very dear to her and that pushed her to make her request a private talk with the boy. Megumi Tadokoro had never felt so happy at the prospect of cooking for someone since she had delivered her first dish to her mother. The women had patted her head and expressed pride at what she had accomplished. Golden eyes sprung shut as she covered her face, which surely had turned a cherry red with these embarassing thoughts, however she still wondered and rather hoped, Yukihara Souma would speak similar words for the dish she prepared. And maybe who knows, he would even say something fulfilling for the person whose hands had built the delicacy.

"But...This ain't enough," she cried remembering what she had come up with, grabbing her head and letting her emotions get the best of her, "I have to make this dish speak more clearly to 'im!"

The theme was a dish made with some kind of meat. Really and truly this vague indication allowed them both to be creative, something Megumi considered Souma to be a genius at in his own way. The fact this all came from his past failures made her admire the red head even more. She wanted to push herself that much as a cook too.

From what she heard from the other polar star dorm students, Souma had not come out of the kitchen he was borrowing ever since he challenged her. She wanted to repay him for taking her so seriously, even though she was not much of a person, and all by doing even more than he ever could. Suddenly, an idea sprung to mind and she smiled running to the closet that held her secret ingredient. If she put a part of her in this dish, would he notice?

"T-This is so exciting Souma!" she giggled hugging the jar close to her chest.

Part 2: His Reasons

"In her dishes, there is that warmth that's so soothing…is it the presence of a person she is cooking for?" Souma mumbled to himself a hand on his chin as he recited all that came to mind about the Megumi cooking style. He sat on cross legged on a stool and glanced at the dozens of trials he had made for their show down the next day.

'Tsk' he clicked his tongue at his own curiosity of who this mysterious person might be. He wanted to learn this technique too, in order to reach the hearts of the people he was cooking for. Megumi did it all without a thought. He wondered how this tiny girl, who seemed to think nothing of her own self, could not see how much feelings were transmitted through her dishes. At the back of his mind something else nagged at him itching at his nape but he couldn't really name it. Except it was obvious that whatever it was, the word annoying came to mind immediately.

"She wouldn't lose to this dish," he sighed as his thoughts kept on filling with nothing but their previous experiences, "When Megumi sets her mind to it, she's really something else, and she seemed pretty intense when we decided the conditions too,'

He couldn't lose though, even if the request he had made up for his side was on a whim. Clearly his intentions were to understand Megumi's style in the kitchen through a competition and learn from it, yet he wanted the prize just as much the more the idea came to mind that if he won it would be granted. Perhaps it was because his fish dish had lost in the finals with Hayama and the bandana boy, Ryou.

"I wonder why I asked her to show me her home town's specialties next time she went home though," he jumped off the stool and tried to decipher what had gotten over him, "I could have just asked her to show me her, but it is true experiencing it in the actual place is more carving for a soul of a chef! B-"

Souma continued to question himself for a while concluding it was the best way to learn more about fish dishes since he needed a new and improved version of that failed attempt. This allowed him to go back to thinking of a specialty that could really pack a punch to the souls of the ones who would be eating his creation. Souma Yukihara had to sweep those judges of their feet or else the homely cooking of his opponent would mesmerise them completely.

"I need to make a new dish especially for
event, Yukihara Souma style," he nodded thinking about the best way to impress the braided girl. There certainly had to be a way

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10 chương 1: của mình và suy nghĩPhần 1: Quyết định của mìnhMegumi là không chắc chắn, hoàn toàn và utterly bewildered và ham chơi với dự đoán. Cô gật đầu tại món ăn của mình và quyết định đó đã là chỉ là một phần của những gì cô cảm thấy. Những cảm xúc nhiều tốt và nấu ăn của cô sẽ được sáng nếu cảm giác tốt nhất của tất cả có thể được niêm phong trong nó. Hoặc ít nhất đó là những gì cô đã học nhưng cô không thể ngừng suy nghĩ về anh ta...'Tôi muốn một Shokugeki với bạn,' ông đã nói với một khuôn mặt thẳng và một stare cảm thấy có thể đặt rất cốt lõi của mình vào lửa.Megumi bắt đầu cảm thấy những cảm giác nóng lẻ tăng từ mũi của ngón chân của cô cho đến cuối đôi tai của mình. Cô strode từ một bên của nhà bếp và thực hiện lên tâm trí của mình vào nhiều thứ trong đó có một thực tế rằng bất cứ điều gì các đầu bếp Yukihara đã thực hiện giá trị cảm nhận của cô một cái gì đó. Tuy nhiên, điểm đầu tiên mà đến để tâm trí là rằng cô đã chấp nhận vì niềm tự hào của cô như một người đầu bếp, điều đó và thực tế nó thực sự không thể từ chối anh ta. Những gì cô cảm thấy rõ ràng là một hình thức của tình yêu và bây giờ cô ấy chắc chắn rằng Souma đã trở thành rất thân thiết với cô ấy và đó đã đẩy cô ấy để thực hiện yêu cầu của cô nói chuyện riêng với thằng bé. Megumi Tadokoro đã không bao giờ cảm thấy rất hạnh phúc tại khách hàng tiềm năng của nấu ăn cho một người nào đó kể từ khi cô ấy đã chuyển giao của mình món ăn đầu tiên cho mẹ. Phụ nữ có patted đầu và bày tỏ niềm tự hào tại những gì cô đã hoàn thành. Vàng mắt bung đóng như nó bảo vệ khuôn mặt của cô, mà chắc chắn đã chuyển một cherry đỏ với những ý nghĩ này lúng túng, Tuy nhiên cô vẫn tự hỏi và thay vào đó hy vọng, Yukihara Souma sẽ nói chuyện từ tương tự cho các món ăn cô chuẩn sẵn sàng. Và có lẽ những người hiểu biết, ông ấy thậm chí nói một cái gì đó thực hiện đối với những người có bàn tay đã chế tạo tinh vi."Nhưng... Điều này không đủ,"cô khóc ghi nhớ những gì cô đã đi lên với, grabbing đầu và để cho cảm xúc của mình có được tốt nhất của mình,"tôi phải làm cho món ăn này nói rõ ràng hơn để tớ!"The theme was a dish made with some kind of meat. Really and truly this vague indication allowed them both to be creative, something Megumi considered Souma to be a genius at in his own way. The fact this all came from his past failures made her admire the red head even more. She wanted to push herself that much as a cook too.From what she heard from the other polar star dorm students, Souma had not come out of the kitchen he was borrowing ever since he challenged her. She wanted to repay him for taking her so seriously, even though she was not much of a person, and all by doing even more than he ever could. Suddenly, an idea sprung to mind and she smiled running to the closet that held her secret ingredient. If she put a part of her in this dish, would he notice?"T-This is so exciting Souma!" she giggled hugging the jar close to her chest.Part 2: His Reasons"In her dishes, there is that warmth that's so soothing…is it the presence of a person she is cooking for?" Souma mumbled to himself a hand on his chin as he recited all that came to mind about the Megumi cooking style. He sat on cross legged on a stool and glanced at the dozens of trials he had made for their show down the next day.'Tsk' he clicked his tongue at his own curiosity of who this mysterious person might be. He wanted to learn this technique too, in order to reach the hearts of the people he was cooking for. Megumi did it all without a thought. He wondered how this tiny girl, who seemed to think nothing of her own self, could not see how much feelings were transmitted through her dishes. At the back of his mind something else nagged at him itching at his nape but he couldn't really name it. Except it was obvious that whatever it was, the word annoying came to mind immediately."She wouldn't lose to this dish," he sighed as his thoughts kept on filling with nothing but their previous experiences, "When Megumi sets her mind to it, she's really something else, and she seemed pretty intense when we decided the conditions too,'He couldn't lose though, even if the request he had made up for his side was on a whim. Clearly his intentions were to understand Megumi's style in the kitchen through a competition and learn from it, yet he wanted the prize just as much the more the idea came to mind that if he won it would be granted. Perhaps it was because his fish dish had lost in the finals with Hayama and the bandana boy, Ryou."I wonder why I asked her to show me her home town's specialties next time she went home though," he jumped off the stool and tried to decipher what had gotten over him, "I could have just asked her to show me her, but it is true experiencing it in the actual place is more carving for a soul of a chef! B-"Souma continued to question himself for a while concluding it was the best way to learn more about fish dishes since he needed a new and improved version of that failed attempt. This allowed him to go back to thinking of a specialty that could really pack a punch to the souls of the ones who would be eating his creation. Souma Yukihara had to sweep those judges of their feet or else the homely cooking of his opponent would mesmerise them completely."I need to make a new dish especially for event, Yukihara Souma style," he nodded thinking about the best way to impress the braided girl. There certainly had to be a way