Elisa's mother wore a white apron on the kitchen door and quickly picked up the green cutting board, moving tomatoes from plate to plate and into the green cutting board, cutting them into pieces with a skilled hand.

After reloading the halved tomatoes into the dishes, Elisa’s mother quickly brought out the thawed and seasoned chicken wings on the kitchen table. She turned on the stove, put in the chicken wings, and then, after a whisk, she turned on the smoker button. She used a wooden spoon to flip the chicken wings in the pot. At the same time, she flipped the switch on the top left of the stove, turned the heat to 4, and dropped the halved tomatoes into a pot of water that had been prepared on the top left of the stove.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem." Elisa stopped her hand and involuntarily coughed violently
She ran her hand down her throat and wiped the sweat from her cheeks again, probably because she had been practicing too long. Her temperature was getting hotter,
"It's lucky it's autumn." "She thought mercifully

"Elisa, it's almost ready." Elisa's mother stirred the chicken wings in the frying pan with a wooden spoon and the tomatoes with another spoon. She took the salt on the left side of the kitchen and poured some salt into the frying pan with the chicken wings and tomato soup.

"Sooner than I thought." Elisa said wearily
"The speed of cooking is also important." Elisa's mother said triumphantly.

Elisa moved the sliced, for her, imperfect 1mm, 0.5mm, white carrots to the top left of the green cutting board and hung her light blue apron over the kitchen door, washing a few dishes with hot water. She soaked the fork and spoon with a cup of hot water. Seeing her daughter's weakness, Elisa’s mother turned off the range hood and raised her voice.

"Elisa, you go watch your favorite TV show and I'll take care of it. "Elisa's mother turned off the fire and moved closer to Elisa, carrying all the dishes he had washed to the other side.
"But..." Elisa stared helplessly at her mother, but her power seemed to have reached its limit. She was unable to utter the following words,"

"Not in your state." Elisa's mother said again as she loaded the dishes into the dishes Elisa took out.

Elisa, who wanted to make a few retorts, was not sure if her temperature was rising from her time in the kitchen, or if it was something else, so she sauntered to the living room and sat down on the sofa to turn on chef's table.

Elisa saw that a female monk was in no hurry to prepare light dishes, but the dishes were all their own style. The meticulous arrangement of dishes, the pursuit of light, but the delicate mix of various dishes together, arouses people's appetite.

Elisa sighs: It's nice to be able to cook without rushing. But even in those conditions, would I be able to cook properly?

Thoughts like these come to Elisa's mind as she watches the TV. The rising body temperature merges with Elisa's sweat. She feels dizzy and slowly drops to her left.

"Elisa will be in charge of the exam materials on the 19th."
The chef with the gray beard and brown eyes, wearing Mr.Teka's name tag, is aggressive and threatening.

"Oui, Chef! Elisa says reflexively, carrying a heavy kitchenware bag
"This is an important midterm. You can't have failed the midterm, too." Mr.Teka said frivolously, the corners of his mouth turned up.

"But... As the saying goes, no expectation, no disappointment." Mr.Teka sneered
Elisa clenched her fists angrily, threw Mr.teka's words into the air, and stormed into the kitchen. Elisa instinctively started when she saw two exam menus posted in the kitchen.

"Wait, should Hunter´s Chicken Stew and Fish a La Meuniere be on the midterm question?"
"Elisa, you didn't forget to study, did you? If you stay here any longer, the ninety minutes you have been given for the exam will become nothing." "Said Mr.Teka, frowning as he stood behind Elisa at some point.

"How could I not have studied?" Elisa said angrily, but looked at Mr.Teka's words and decided not to waste time in a confrontation with him. Just like that, she quickly walked over to the kitchen counter with Post # 10 and saw seven centimeters flounder on a white plastic box. Elisa broke into a cold sweat. Elisa thought about the flounder's horrible appearance, but her body trembled again.

"Really have no choice, I have to pretend to be an examiner to sneak in, in this case, to become an examiner."

Transformer watches Elisa tremble from the branch of a tree outside the window of her exam venue as she quickly descends from the tree. After changing into the appearance of a cooking exam prosecutor, it quickly entered the building of the Elis exam venue wearing medium-sized hat and neat chef’s clothes. Standing upright in front of Mr.Teka in the shape of an examiner Transformer, '

"Patrol examiner, you don't have your name on your clothes. Are you here to inspect this squad?"

Transformer gasps.

"Ah... My name is Tranzition, and yes, I've inspected the first 3 kitchen classrooms and came here to inspect."

"Mr.Tranzition." When Transformer, with his hands folded behind his waist, wants to enter the kitchen classroom, he looks back at Mr.Teka and smiles reluctantly, showing his teeth.
"What do you want? As a patrol examiner, I am very busy!" Speaking from experience, Transformer forces a smile.

"Really? Excuse me, I just wanted to discuss with you, how many people do you think are going to pass this middle exam?"

Can Elisa get through in the parallel world?

Elisa's sub-speed aside, Transformer, who doesn't care about anyone else's score, replies naturally

"You don't know that sort of thing till the end. And those who take the exam are going through the exam hoping to pass it."

"Yes, so whenever this kind of thing, it will be inexplicable heartache." Mr.Teka looked with regret at the students scurrying about taking exams.”

"Why is that? "Transformer asks, puzzled.

"This is my experience as a cooking and cooking teacher for many years. Students who have talent but lack effort, students who lack talent but do not lack hard work, students who are too hard but have talent, no matter what kind of students are sad."

Excuse me, Mr Teka, what kind are you?" "Transformer asks curiously.

"I don't think so. I accidentally decided that this is the way I should go, maybe this is the only way I have to go, so I spent most of my life in Culinary art." Mr.Teka laughed heartily
"I think there are mixed emotions involved, whether it's the effort that didn't get the desired result, or the effort that didn't get a good result, or the effort that got a higher result than you expected?" Mr.Teka said from the bottom of his heart.

"Transformer responds, touching his chin
"I don't quite understand. Isn't the effort more important? The man who fumbles around feeling that his efforts will not bring the results he or others want, and fails and tries again and again, just to get a little closer to what he or she wants in his or her heart, is, in my opinion, a man who makes more progress each time, no, dares to try and take a little step, is already great." Transformer says furiously, looking straight at Mr.Teka.

It's nice to say to yourself, 'You really tried,' but how many people think, 'Did I really try hard? What if I had worked harder before then? Mr.Teka sighed, looking a little helpless, a little sad.

"If anything, exams are a constant experience of expectation, disappointment, and disappointment, so that you can appreciate every opportunity to work hard." Mr.Teka sighs as he looks at the scurried cooks.

"I only see other people taking exams, so I don't know much about them." "Transformer whispers

"Oh, have you never taken a test in your life so far? Even the chef-teacher exam...?" Mr.Teka said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Excuse me, I'm going to have to find out about the exam." Transformer hurriedly interrupts Mr.Teka and enters Elisa's kitchen in number 11.