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开学庆典结束之后，就是愉快的午餐时间了。

食堂人很多，厨师先生们使用着喷火咒语和气态刀制作咒语不断为学生们准备着午餐。

你可能会疑惑，为什么现在才开始准备食物？因为，厨师先生们准备的效率很高，并不需要提前准备。

诺伦堡综合学院的食堂，名为「丰饶之釜」，其喧嚣程度足以让星穹大厅的开学庆典显得像个冥想室。当正午的钟声还在塔楼间回荡最后几个音符时，汹涌的灰袍浪潮便已拍打着食堂那两扇巨大的橡木门。门内涌出的，是足以让任何饥饿灵魂瞬间清醒的复杂交响曲：鼎沸人声、金属餐盘的碰撞、汤勺刮过碗底的刺啦声，以及……空气中那浓烈到近乎实质的、属于魔法与油脂的奇异芬芳。

伦纳德·弗洛维森随着人流挤进这片「战场」，立刻被眼前的景象和气味双重冲击。巨大的空间被粗壮的、刻满防护符文的石柱支撑着，高耸的穹顶下，数条长长的取餐队伍如同灰袍组成的河流，蜿蜒曲折地流向食堂尽头的烹饪区。那里，才是真正的魔法盛宴源头。

十几位身强体壮、围着油渍斑驳但闪烁着微弱抗污咒光芒围裙的厨师先生，正上演着一场令人眼花缭乱的魔咒协奏曲。他们挥舞的手臂带起道道残影，口中吟唱着简短的、充满力量感的音节。

「呼——哧！」

一位光头厨师掌心喷吐出精准控制的橙黄火焰，瞬间包裹住铁板上厚厚一摞牛排。火焰并非无序燃烧，而是如同驯服的猎犬，在牛排表面均匀舔舐，发出令人愉悦的「滋滋」声，肉香混合着焦糖化的油脂气息轰然炸开。三秒，精准的三秒！火焰倏地收回，牛排表面是完美的焦褐色格纹，内里粉嫩多汁。旁边另一位厨师立刻接上，手中无形的「气态刀」咒语发动，空气在他指尖凝聚成肉眼可见的淡蓝色波动。他手一挥，那波动如同最锋利的餐刀，将滚烫的牛排「唰唰唰」地均匀片开，厚薄一致得如同用尺子量过，精准地落入下方早已排好的餐盘中。

「嗡——」

在另一侧，另一位厨师正处理着堆积如山的土豆。他双手虚按，无形的震荡波笼罩土豆堆。只见土豆们如同被投入了隐形的滚筒洗衣机，在几秒内高速旋转、碰撞、剥皮！接着，他手指一引，空气中凝聚出数把高速旋转的、由压缩气流形成的「气态旋刀」，将去皮的土豆瞬间切块、切条，甚至还能根据需要变成薯格！切好的土豆条如同金色的瀑布，精准落入旁边翻滚着魔法热油的巨大炸锅。

「滋啦——嘭！」

突然，一个意外的小插曲。一位试图同时操控喷火咒烤鸡排和用气态刀切蔬菜的年轻厨师学徒，显然魔力分配出了岔子。本该切向卷心菜的淡蓝色气刃轨迹一歪，「噗」地一声削掉了他自己围裙的一角，同时喷火咒的火苗勐地一蹿，差点燎着了他隔壁同事的眉毛。几片被误切的卷心菜叶子打着旋儿飞上空中，被隔壁一位眼疾手快的厨师用一股小型旋风咒稳稳接住，直接送进了汤锅里。

「嘿！新来的！看好你的咒语！别把老约翰的胡子当柴火烧了！」被波及的厨师笑骂着，引来附近排队学生的一阵哄笑和口哨。那学徒满脸通红，赶紧收敛心神，专注于烤鸡排。

伦纳德排着队，目光被这高效又充满烟火气的魔法烹饪牢牢吸引。空气中弥漫的味道极其复杂：烤肉的焦香、炸物的油香、蔬菜的清新、浓郁肉汤的醇厚，还有一丝丝硫磺（喷火咒残留）、臭氧（气态刀切割空气）和某种清新草叶（大概是用来净化空气的某种生活系魔咒）混合在一起的、独属于「丰饶之釜」的气息。这味道谈不上多高雅，却充满了令人食欲大动的生命力和魔法的粗犷感。

队伍缓慢移动。轮到伦纳德时，他面对着一排排热气腾腾、散发着诱人光芒的食物：

「烈焰炙烤牛排」（喷火咒出品）： 厚切，焦香四溢，肉汁饱满。旁边配着被气态刀切成完美细丝的、淋了某种魔法香草酱的烤蔬菜（胡萝卜、小洋葱、某种紫色块茎）。

   「酥脆黄金风暴」（粉碎咒+气态旋刀+魔法油炸）： 可以选择薯条、薯格或炸鱼块。炸鱼块的外壳呈现出完美的金棕色，酥脆得仿佛能听到声音。

   「大地丰饶浓汤」： 巨大的汤锅里翻滚着奶白色的浓汤，能看到被切得大小均匀的土豆、胡萝卜、肉粒，还有漂浮着的、被旋风咒救回来的卷心菜丝。汤的表面撒着碾碎的魔法坚果碎，香气扑鼻。

   「空气切割鲜蔬沙拉」： 各色时令蔬菜被气态刀处理得无比新鲜爽脆，拌着一种散发着柠檬和香草清香的酱汁。

   「基础造物面包」： 最朴实无华的选择，由生活系魔咒「凭空造物面包术」生成，虽然只是E级魔咒产物，但刚「出炉」时温热松软，麦香十足。

伦纳德要了一份牛排配薯条，加了一碗浓汤和一个基础面包。沉甸甸的餐盘入手，食物的热量和香气透过灰袍都能感受到。他端着餐盘，艰难地在人声鼎沸、桌椅密集的用餐区寻找空位。到处都是攒动的人头：矮人们围坐一桌，面前堆着小山般的烤肉和薯条，用粗犷的嗓门谈论着锻造课；几个鸟人学生占据了靠窗的高脚桌，动作优雅但速度飞快地进食，他们的餐盘旁放着小小的水晶瓶，里面似乎是某种风系魔咒处理过的调味料？半人马则只能占据靠近大门的宽敞区域，他们的长腿在桌下显得有些局促，但食量同样惊人。

终于，在一个靠近巨大石柱的角落，伦纳德发现了一张只坐了一个人的小桌。那是个戴着厚厚眼镜、头发乱糟糟的人类学生，正对着一本摊开的、布满复杂公式的笔记皱眉，一边无意识地用叉子戳着盘子里的……一坨难以名状的、散发着可疑蓝紫色光芒的煳状物？大概是某种魔药课的实验品或者高年级的「创意」魔咒料理？

「请问这里有人吗？」伦纳德提高声音问道，盖过周围的嘈杂。

眼镜学生勐地抬头，镜片后闪过一丝被打扰的不悦，但看到伦纳德和他盘子里正常的食物，似乎松了口气。「没、没人！请坐！」他语速飞快，立刻又埋首于笔记中。

伦纳德坐下，终于能好好享用他的午餐。他切下一块牛排送入口中。瞬间，焦脆的外壳在齿间碎裂，滚烫鲜美的肉汁混合着简单的盐和黑胡椒的调味在口中爆开。肉质柔嫩，带着喷火咒赋予的独特烟火气。薯条外表酥脆，内里绵软滚烫，是纯粹的油炸碳水带来的满足。浓汤则温暖醇厚，蔬菜和肉粒炖得软烂，坚果碎增添了香脆的口感。基础面包蘸着浓汤，吸收了汤汁后变得更加美味。

他一边吃，一边观察着周围。食堂就像一个巨大的魔法社会微缩模型。不同种族的饮食习惯、不同院系学生谈论的话题（战斗院的在争论哪个攻击咒更高效，生活院的在讨论如何用魔法更快洗衣服，理论院的……嗯，邻座这位眼镜兄的笔记上全是微分符号？）、厨师们对魔咒的熟练运用、空气中交织的咒语波动和食物香气……一切都在这「丰饶之釜」中沸腾、融合。

这就是学院的日常，充满了烟火气、效率、一点点混乱，以及无处不在的、被用来服务于最基础需求的魔法。没有惊天动地的战斗，只有填饱肚子的现实。伦纳德端起木碗，喝下最后一口浓汤，胃里暖洋洋的。他瞥了一眼邻座那盘还在散发诡异蓝光的煳状物，默默地为自己的「烈焰炙烤牛排」感到庆幸。至少，在追求「规则骨架」的路上，这食堂的烟火规则，暂时还是美味且令人安心的。

PS：老实了，以后更新还是看我个人的时间安排吧，说不定两周一更，也说不定一周两更，补章节的话应该是不可能的，这几张都是我不太擅长搞的，比如说开学典礼和食堂，所以找了AI，不过后面几张就是我擅长一些的了，所以后面几章，我将会亲自来搞，请各位放心。

After the opening ceremony, it was time for a pleasant lunch.

The cafeteria was crowded, and the chefs used fire-breathing spells and gas knives to make spells to prepare lunch for the students.

You may wonder why you're starting to prepare food now? Because the chef's preparation efficiency is very high, there is no need to prepare in advance.

The canteen of the Nollenberg Comprehensive College, called the "Cat of Abundance," is noisy enough to make the opening ceremony in the Star Dome Hall look like a meditation room. While the midday bells were still ringing the last few notes between the towers, the surging tide of gray robes had already struck the two huge oak doors of the dining hall. From inside the door is a complex symphony that can instantly awaken any hungry soul: The sound of boiling people, the collision of metal plates, the piercing sound of a spoon scraping through the bottom of the bowl, and... the intense and almost substantial fragrance in the air, belonging to magic and oil.

Leonard Flovison squeezed into this "battlefield" with the crowd and was immediately struck by the sight and smell in front of him. The huge space is supported by sturdy stone pillars engraved with protective runes. Under the towering dome, several long queues of taking meals are like rivers formed by gray robes, winding towards the cooking area at the end of the cafeteria. That's the real magic feast comes from.

More than a dozen strong cooks, dressed in oil-stained but faintly anti-fouling aprons, are performing a dazzling spell concerto. They waved their arms and carried the shadows, singing short, powerful syllables in their mouths.

"Hoo-hoo!"

A bald chef's palm spews a precise Control orange flame that instantly wraps a thick stack of steaks on the iron plate. The flames do not burn disorderly, but rather, like a tamed hunting dog, licking the surface of the steak evenly, emitting a pleasant "sizzling" sound, and the aroma of meat mixed with the caramelized oil and the aroma of the meat explodes. Three seconds, three seconds! The flames quickly receded, and the steak was perfectly browned and the inside was tender and juicy. Another chef next to him immediately took over, and the invisible "gas knife" spell in his hand started, and the air condenses into visible light blue waves at his fingertips. With a wave of his hand, the waves were like the sharpest knife, evenly slicing the hot steak, as if measured with a ruler, accurately falling into the already arranged plate below.

"Hoo-"

On the other side, another chef is handling a mountain of potatoes. He pressed his hands, and an invisible shock wave enveloped the potato heap. The potatoes seem to be thrown into an invisible drum washing machine, spinning, colliding, and peeling at high speed in a few seconds! Then, with a finger, several high-speed rotating "gasy rotary knives" formed by compressed air flow condensed into the air, instantly cutting the peeled potatoes into pieces, strips, and even turning them into potato grids as needed! The cut potato chips are like a golden waterfall, precisely falling into a huge frying pan with magical hot oil rolling next to it.

"Boo-boom!"

Suddenly, an unexpected little incident. A young chef apprentice who tried to control a fire-breathing chicken chop and a gas knife to cut vegetables at the same time, apparently had a misplaced magic. The light blue air blade, which should have cut towards the cabbage, slopped off a corner of his own apron with a "puff" and the flames of the fire spell burst, almost hitting the eyebrows of his colleague next door. Several mistakenly cut cabbage leaves spiraled into the air and were caught by a quick-eyed chef next door with a small whirlwind spell, and sent directly into the soup pot.

"Hey! Newcomer! Watch your spell! Don't burn old John's beard! The affected chef laughed and scolded, causing laughter and whistles nearby students queuing up. The apprentice's face was red, and he quickly concentrated on the roast chicken.

Leonard lined up, his eyes drawn to the efficient, the atmosphere of daily life.-filled magic cooking. The smell in the air is extremely complex: The charred aroma of the barbecue, the oil of the fried food, the freshness of the vegetables, the richness of the broth, and a hint of sulfur, ozone, and some kind of fresh grass. (Probably some kind of life spell used to purify the air) A mixture of scents that belong exclusively to the "pot of abundance". The taste is not very elegant, but it is full of appetizing vitality and magical roughness.

The team moved slowly. When it was Leonard's turn, he faced rows of steaming, enticing food:

"Flame roasted beef steak" (produced by the Fire-breathing Curse): Thickly cut, fragrant and full of juice. Next to it are grilled vegetables (carrots, small onions, some purple tubers) cut into perfect thin strips with a gas knife and drenched in some magical herb sauce.

"Crispy Golden Storm" (Crush spell + gas rotary knife + magic frying): You can choose French fries, potato grids, or fried fish pieces. The shell of the fried fish pieces presents a perfect golden brown color, crispy as if you could hear the sound.

"The rich soup of the earth": In the huge soup pot, the milky white thick soup churns, and you can see evenly cut potatoes, carrots, and minced meat, as well as the floating shredded cabbage that has been rescued by the whirlwind curse. The surface of the soup is sprinkled with crushed magic nuts, and the aroma is overwhelming.

"Air-cut Fresh Vegetable Salad": Various seasonal vegetables are processed with a gas knife to be incredibly fresh and crisp, mixed with a sauce that exudes the fragrance of lemon and herbs.

"Fundamental creation bread": The most simple and unpretentious choice is generated by the life-style spell "Creating Bread Out of Nothing". Although it is only an E-level spell product, it is warm and soft when it is "baked", with a strong wheat fragrance.

Leonard ordered a steak with fries, with a bowl of soup and a base bread. When you start with a heavy plate, you can feel the heat and aroma of the food through the gray robe. He held his plate and struggled to find a seat in the crowded dining area. There are crowds of people everywhere: The dwarves sat around a table, with hills of barbecues and chips in front of them, talking in a rough voice about the forging class; A few bird-man students occupied the high table by the window, eating gracefully but quickly, and their plates were small crystal bottles that seemed to contain some sort of wind spell-processed seasoning The centaurs can only occupy the spacious area near the gate, and their long legs appear cramped under the table, but their appetite is equally astonishing.

Finally, in a corner near a huge stone column, Leonard found a small table with only one person sitting on it. It was a Humankind student with thick glasses and messy hair, frowning at an open book of notes full of complex formulas. Unconsciously poking the dish with a fork... ...an indescribable, suspicious blue-purple glow of paste? Maybe it's some kind of potion class experiment, or a "creative" spell cooking for seniors?

"Is there anyone here? Leonard raised his voice and asked, overshadowing the surrounding noise.

The glasses student looked up suddenly, a hint of disturbed displeasure flashed behind the lens, but seemed relieved to see Leonard and the normal food on his plate. "No, no one! "Please sit down!" He spoke quickly and immediately buried himself in his notes.

Leonard sat down and was finally able to enjoy his lunch. He cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth. In an instant, the crispy crust breaks between the teeth, and the hot and delicious meat juices mix with simple salt and black pepper flavorings burst in the mouth. The meat is tender with the unique the atmosphere of daily life. bestowed by the fire-breathing spell. The French fries are crispy on the outside and soft and hot on the inside, bringing satisfaction pure fried carbohydrates. The thick soup is warm and mellow, the vegetables and meat are stewed softly, and the crushed nuts add a crispy texture. The base bread is dipped in thick soup and becomes even more delicious after absorbing the soup.

He eats and looks around. The canteen is like a huge, magical miniaturized model of society. The dietary habits of different races, topics discussed by students different departments (The Battle Academy is debating which attack spell is more efficient, the Life Academy is discussing how to use magic to wash clothes faster, and the Theory Academy is... Well, the notes of the eyeglass brother next to me are all differential symbols?) The chefs' skillful use of spells, the intertwined spell fluctuations in the air, and the aroma of food... everything boils and blends in this "pot of abundance".

This is the everyday life of the Academy, full of the atmosphere of daily life., efficiency, a little mess, and the ubiquitous magic that is used to serve the most basic needs. There is no earth-shattering battle, only the reality of filling the stomach. Leonard picked up the wooden bowl and took the last sip of the soup, his stomach warmed. He glanced at the next-seater's still eerie blue-ray paste, silently rejoicing for his "flaming roasted beef steak." At least, on the road to pursuing the "rule framework," the fireworks rules of this canteen are still delicious and reassuring for the time being.

Postscript：Come on, it depends on my personal schedule for future updates. Maybe I'll every two weeks, or maybe twice a week. It's unlikely that I'll be able to add new chapters. These few are areas I'm not very good at, such as the opening ceremony and the cafeteria, so I turned to AI. But the last few are areas I'm more proficient in, so I'll handle the remaining chapters myself. Please rest assured.