It all started on an ordinary weekday morning. Tamako Nobi, Nobita's mother, had just stepped out for her weekly grocery run. The bustling marketplace was alive with chatter as Tamako scanned through the fresh produce, inspecting tomatoes for the perfect level of ripeness.
"Ah, these look good for tonight's curry," she mused, placing a few into her basket.
Just as she was about to head to the cashier, an announcement boomed over the store's loudspeakers. "Attention shoppers! Today's grand prize winner is... Mrs. Tamako Nobi!"
Tamako froze mid-step. The manager approached her with a wide grin, holding up a golden ticket. "Congratulations! You've won a spot in the grand cooking competition this weekend!"
"Wha—? Me?" Tamako stammered.
"Yes! The competition is sponsored by our store, and you've qualified based on your purchases. It's a great chance to show off your cooking skills!"
Tamako took the ticket, her mind racing. "I didn't sign up for anything..." she muttered.
Back at home, Nobita was lounging around as usual when Tamako walked in, looking dazed.
"Mom, what's that?" Nobita asked, eyeing the golden ticket.
"Apparently, I've been entered into some cooking competition," Tamako said, holding the ticket as if it were a live wire.
Nobita's eyes widened. "That's amazing! You're gonna compete?"
"I don't know..." Tamako trailed off. "I'm just a home cook. What if the other contestants are professionals?"
Meanwhile, across town, Suneo was sitting in his living room, bragging to Gian about his latest news.
"My mom's competing in the big cooking contest this weekend," Suneo said with his trademark smirk. "And she's guaranteed to win."
"Guaranteed?" Gian raised an eyebrow. "How do you know that?"
"Because she's the best cook in town!" Suneo declared. "Plus, she hired a professional chef to help her practice. No one else stands a chance."
Just then, Nobita and Doraemon walked in, overhearing the conversation.
"Your mom's in the competition?" Nobita blurted out. "So is my mom!"
Suneo burst out laughing. "Your mom? Competing? That's hilarious! Does she even know how to cook anything besides miso soup?"
Nobita flushed with anger. "My mom's a great cook! She'll beat your mom for sure!"
"Oh, yeah?" Suneo challenged. "Wanna bet?"
Doraemon groaned, already regretting being dragged into the argument.
Back at the Nobi household, Tamako paced nervously in the kitchen, holding the golden ticket. "I don't think I can do this, Doraemon," she confessed. "Cooking for my family is one thing, but a competition? I'll embarrass myself."
Doraemon, always eager to help, nodded thoughtfully. "Don't worry, mom. We'll help you prepare. With the right training, you'll be ready in no time!"
He pulled out his Cuisine Simulator Apron, a gadget that created a virtual cooking experience with real-time feedback. "This will let you practice any dish, and it'll even tell you how to improve."
Tamako hesitated but eventually put on the apron. "Alright, let's try it..."
The kitchen transformed into a holographic training arena, complete with glowing ingredients and step-by-step instructions.
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Doraemon: Nobita and the True Warrior: The Very Beginning
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