Team villains except me

When Norvia rescued the spider and Ellit and was about to clean up the butter, Huett and Fiana arrived at 1206 one after another.

Obviously, they were also silent when they stepped in, and then followed Norvia to clean up the messy classroom.

Dooku was still fighting the goo.

According to Dooku, he was making panna cotta, a panna cotta made of cream, milk, sugar, and jelly.

But the puppet villain with silver hair and purple eyes on Dooku's shoulder was wiping sweat, almost crying, looking at the shapeless slime-like liquid in embarrassment.

Norvia grabbed Dooku's sleeve.

Dooku eased from his tense state, turning his masked head to Norvia.

It is a silent question.

"Dooku, you don't have to choose the dessert contest."

Dooku shuddered.

The puppet on his shoulder stopped.

Dooku finally let out a soft "huh", poured out the unformed liquid and cleaned up the classroom with the other team members.

This tiny episode was noticed by Elliott.

His face was covered with flour, and his emotions had reached the peak of displeasure.

And whenever he was unhappy at this time, everyone couldn't be happy.

So he was going to say something.

For example, don't just write about dessert contests if you don't know, for example, they will lose 100%.

But seeing Dooku's negative look and Norvia's solemnity, Ellit didn't say anything in the end.

When Abel packed everything up and arrived at activity room 1206 again, she was surprised to find that it was completely different from before.

The ground is spotless, the dessert ingredients are neatly arranged, the tools have been drained, the windows are slightly open, and there is a little gentle wind.

The team has already put on aprons and gloves, waiting for Abel to come and guide.

Abel was very pleased.

She raised a smile.

"Dear students, I believe you are ready. I wonder what you want to learn to make? Black forest cake, lemon tart, or marzipan, mille-feuille?"

silence.

Silence filled 1206.

Norvia remembered the failed vanilla bread last night, her face was tense and she didn't speak.

Fiana doesn't need other people's guidance, and Spider and Ellit know nothing about dessert making.

There are many secret recipes in the spider's mind, but she has never practiced them.

Faced with such a scene, Abel bit the bullet and proposed in a sunny manner.

"How about we make Oprah? It's a dessert with six layers, including three layers of almond-flavored sponge cake, two layers of coffee cream filling, one layer of chocolate cream filling, and finally a layer of mirror chocolate sauce. Aroma Rich, rich and layered. Like Oprah, it is as beautiful, delicate and full of dreams, and it is also very famous in history. It is a handed down work of my aunt!"

Abel introduced it seriously.

Just listening to this, Norvia felt hopeless.

She can't even make vanilla bread well.

These six layers of Oprah - what the hell will it end up showing.

Norvia didn't dare to think about it.

But she wants credits.

The credits are now her life.

With less than a week to go before the preliminary round, it was impossible for Abel to teach them from scratch, and he didn't have time to practice bit by bit.

Choose a dessert and make it in the dessert contest.

This is their biggest challenge this week.

Dessert materials need to be grabbed on the field.

With the speed with which she has survived for many years to grab cheap bread, Norvia is sure that she can get out of this link unscathed.

But the problem is coming.

Dessert competition requires that you cannot bring your own stove.

Everything - including baking and freezing - is up to the contestants themselves.

Nolvia can keep the temperature of the container, can freeze the filling, can achieve rapid cooling and rapid thawing.

Her water magic works, but not much.

All eyes focused on Huett.

His fire magic became the key to this dessert.

Huett didn't respond. He listened to Abel's introduction thoughtfully, and finally asked a question.

"A team only needs four members to participate, why do we have to learn?"

Abel showed a meaningful look.

"Participating members are randomly selected on the spot."

Norvia choked.

Norvia felt her merman blood was working now.Because she feels like a fish on shore right now, out of breath.

She had thought—at least Fianna and Huett.

But now it's getting more and more frustrating.

Norvia took out her communicator.

She carefully memorized the precautions about desserts that Abel told.

Irene came late, and her expression didn't show any clues. She just turned her face away slightly and didn't look directly at Norvia. Then, she was shocked by the news that "the participating members were randomly selected on the spot".

All the members of the "Send You Home Team" are in a difficult situation at this moment.

Abel demonstrated it himself.

The butter became smooth in her hands, and the whipped sugar seemed to be very smooth.

From making the almond fudge, to making the filling and melting the chocolate, it's so easy to assemble.

Abel invited her students to taste this well-behaved Oprah dessert, and suggested that they train by themselves with a smile.

So Norvia looked at the dense notes on the communicator, and started to perform confidently.

Then Norvia got almond-flavored batter, clumped coffee bean cream, and bitter chocolate filling, and the potholes—not exactly an Oprah failure.

There are still a few crumbs on the sunken chocolate surface, and the batter and coffee bean cream are mixed together, reminiscent of the wreckage of the world when the gods of light and darkness clash.

Norvia lowered her head, gently forked off a piece, and squeezed it into her mouth.

There was mist in Norvia's blue eyes.

How can there be desserts, which are sour, astringent, bitter and greasy.

Obviously——she followed the steps.

Fiana is ready to be her Oprah.

By Norvia's side, she saw that the white-haired half-mermaid, who had always been emotionally stable, was on the verge of collapse.

Fiana sneered, but still walked over with her arms folded.

She saw the dessert that could be called a disaster at a glance.

But she didn't smile.

She ate a piece without frowning or sarcasm.

"Too much milk, coffee beans not ground fine enough, chocolate not fully mixed with cream, temperature too cold."

Fianna pointed out the mistakes flatly.

"As the first dessert I tried, it's not good enough, but it's not the last time either."

Norvia looked up.

Fiana froze for a moment when she bumped into those blue eyes that were like sea fog.

She quickly came back to her senses, and her tone returned to her usual domineering.

"Oprah is the afternoon tea of ​​nobles. If you haven't touched it, you can't do it well."

Norvia thought sadly.

Maybe not just Oprah.

she might—

Can't do any dessert well.

This idea became more determined when Norvia saw Spider King and Dooku and Irene's Oprah.

Their Oprah, either tastes great or is in great shape.

Only Elliot was on a par with her.

If she and Ellit were drawn in the preliminary round, they could directly apply for the next round.

Oprah, her new nightmare.

If she doesn't want to have nightmares every night, then Norvia has to cross this mountain that makes her unpredictable.

But - Oprah's raw materials are extremely expensive and complicated for Novia.

Even if she wanted to practice...the owner of Fit Bakery would never allow her to use the back kitchen to practice over and over again.

Norvia was in a tangle.

It seems that credits and savings cannot be obtained at the same time.

Oprah, her hit and miss.