Erina wins

After activating the Cuisine Quality Designator the chefs were provided their first prompt. "Seafood." After an hour of prep, they presented their dishes. Souma made a Tuna curry dish while Erina made roasted Salmon. They placed both dishes in the judging machine and received their scores. Souma's dish earned at 26.7, and Erina's got a 27.2.

"AAAHHH" Souma yelled in defeat grabbing his head.

"Ha ha," Erina smugly laughed.

"What's this thing know anyway it can't taste!" Souma whined.

"That's why it's only to be used for mock shokugekis. It's a very basic system."

"That's stupid."

"Are you that sore you lost?" Erina smiled.

Souma growled and hung his head in defeat. Erina snickered in self-satisfaction. Souma always seemed to knock her off guard so seeing him disheartened really made her day.

"Fine," Souma barked, "you win so what do you want?"

"Hmm," Erina pondered. She hadn't actually decided what she wanted yet. Looking at Souma she suddenly had an idea and smiled evilly, "I'll take your shirt."

"What, why!"

"It's a nice shirt. Besides," She said approaching Souma placing her pointer finger on the diner logo, "I don't have a Yukihira's shirt."

The two stared at each other for a moment before Souma finally broke.

"Fine," he said preparing to take his shirt off.

'This is great,' Erina thought, 'he's going to look like such a fo-'

Erina's train of thought derailed when Souma lifted his shirt and Erina got a good look at his bare chest. Souma had a toned body with fine pecs and defined abs. Erina was pretty sure this was what was referred to as a swimmer's body.

"What?" Souma asked.

"N-nothing," Erina replied. Her heart was racing at the sight of Souma, "Um have you been working out or something."

"Huh? oh yeah Ryo, recommended I study in this village in Norway. It involved a lot of swimming in ice water for some reason, but I learned a lot about ice fishing.

"Oh, that's great. It's great."

"Anyway here you go," Souma said handing her his shirt.

"Right," she said still staring at Souma's bare chest. She reached out and took the shirt clasping it tightly in her hands.

"Alright Erina," Souma calmly stated, "I'm ready."

"Ready?" Erina jumped, "Ready for what?"

"Round 2," Souma said tightening his headband, "Time for me to even the score."

"Huh?" Erina said snapping out of her funk, "You want more?"

"Hell yeah," Souma exclaimed pointed towards her. "I'm pumped up."

"Don't you realize you will just lose again."

"We'll see," said the shirtless chef.

"Fine, I don't mind embarrassing you again."

Erina causally threw Souma's shirt into the judging machine box and walked back to her station.

'So what should I take this time,' Erina thought to herself, 'maybe his pants.'

Immediately Erina froze in place and began to blush. Why was she thinking of something crazy like that.