Please play Fate/Go with me.

"Um, young man, may I stay here and help you out? Of course, I won't trouble you to teach me anything, but please let me observe and learn," the plump cook pleaded. She had tasted the young man's cooking yesterday, and it was truly impeccable. It was far superior to hers, a typical adult chef who had graduated from a vocational school and was only a mid-level nutritionist. She no longer harbored even the slightest thought of competing with him.

“Sure, in fact, with the chef here, you understand the students’ tastes even better,” Shirou readily agreed.

"Oh, you're such a gentleman," the plump woman said, clasping her hands in gratitude, her favorability towards her increasing rapidly.

"Since many of you are up, let's get started quickly," Shirou said.

"Oh, then leave all the helping out to me," the plump auntie happily agreed.

This time, the helper wasn't the head maid who could hand over three servings of food in the time it took to hand them a plate, but a professional cook. Shirou was also more familiar with the kitchen utensils and the placement of the ingredients than yesterday, so the efficiency was much faster than yesterday.

The girls who got up early and came to the kitchen didn't wait in vain. The sausage bread was ready in no time. They cut a slit in the golden-brown oval bread, put the roasted pork sausage in the middle, and then spread a generous layer of cheese or butter on top. The delicious roasted sausage bread was done.

You can also add chopped strawberries, blueberries, cherry tomatoes, or other fruits and vegetables according to your taste.

Now the marinated chicken can be fried. Dip it in a moderately thick batter, then coat it with breadcrumbs, and fry it in oil until golden brown. Then place it on a plate with a stack of lettuce leaves.

Shirou skillfully used chopsticks to wrap the fried chicken pieces in lettuce leaves. The leaves curled into petal shapes under the guidance of the chopsticks, looking like a blue lotus flower with golden buds inside. It was exquisite and beautiful, and neatly arranged on the serving plate.

Then it's served with a prepared dipping sauce, including ketchup and a special fried food sauce with added sweet bean sauce and various other ingredients.

Shirou nodded in satisfaction. If it were made like this, even Artoria wouldn't be so picky about vegetables anymore and would only eat fried food.

After putting all the ingredients that needed to be baked into the oven, Shirou began to prepare the vegetarian dishes.

Today's main vegetables are bok choy and cabbage salad.

Cabbage that has been specially frozen with ice and snow in winter, and bok choy that has been specially placed in the vegetable garden to receive frost, are sweeter than ordinary vegetables because freezing causes the starch in the vegetables to be converted into sugar, making them taste especially delicious.

The main dishes were still corn porridge, milk, yogurt, and cornmeal.

After all the preparations were completed, it was almost time to eat. Eriri and Rita, who had finished their work on the other side, came to the kitchen to help distribute the breakfast.

"Good morning, Aunt Susan, Shirou." Eriri, with her blonde twin tails, and Rita, with her long, curly blonde hair, waved and greeted them as they walked over.

"Good morning, Eriri, Rita, thank you for coming to help." Shirou greeted the two girls.

"Hehe, I heard that coming to help out would give me the privilege of being the first to try the food, so I came too," Rita said with a smile, honestly stating her purpose.

"Yes, as a privilege for kitchen staff, I don't think it's excessive. Just wait two more minutes, and it'll be ready soon," Shirou said with a light laugh.

Chapter 163 Shirou Marries Me

"Shirou, speaking of which, where's Mordred? I haven't seen her all day." Eriri swayed her twin tails, searching for the delinquent girl who had caused her a lot of trouble, but who had also shared joys and sorrows with her.

Shirou explained, "Well, she's already gone back to Chaldea."

"What... Seriously, they took my phone and ran off without a word. Oh well, we're friends now, I'll find a way to contact them, right?" Eriri muttered in dissatisfaction.

"Did Xiao Mo take the phone you gave her back? Hmm, since the game is connected, maybe other apps can connect too," Shirou said uncertainly. If they can connect, maybe Xiao Mo is grinding the game like crazy right now?

"That's good, but... in the end, I'm still the only one cleaning the toilets! Even if I'm upgraded to a mid-level maid, it's meaningless without a lower-level maid." Eriri sighed helplessly.

"Come on, have something good to eat, cheer up." Shirou scooped up a spoonful of bluish-purple stuff and put it into the mouth of the sighing girl.

"Mmm... umm!" Eriri's taste buds savored the sweet and sour flavor that entered her mouth. "Delicious! What is this?"

"It's leftover jam. I found some fresh wild blueberries from Finland here, so I used them to make this." Shirou said, opening the oven. Inside, you could see bowls of steaming, delicious-smelling, sweet and sour fruit in foil containers. He put on oven mitts and took one of the bowls out.

Blueberries, each a vibrant purple color, are set like pearls on the golden, flaky pastry. The pastry is divided into three layers, each filled with purple jam and custard.

"Oh my gosh, blueberry pie! I want some!" Rita exclaimed excitedly as she ran up.

"This is today's special recommendation, a Finnish-style blueberry pie. Aunt Susan, would you like some too?" Shirou said to the plump cook.

"Oh ho ho, Shirou, then I won't be polite." The plump woman quickly washed her hands and dried them with a clean handkerchief, then squatted down and started munching. Her round, plump figure didn't seem to hinder her movements; she was truly someone who had received training from King Arthur's Spartacus.

The four of them shared the blueberry pie and devoured it, their faces beaming with smiles as if the delicious food had healed them.

Eriri, needless to say, had already forgotten all her troubles, as if she were back in her room at home, wrapped in a blanket, playing galgames all night long, feeling completely at ease.

Rita also wore a blissful expression. She was the granddaughter of a famous painter and came from an artistic family. Since childhood, she had often gone to Michelin-starred restaurants in France and Italy with her family to enjoy delicious food. However, she was still amazed when she tasted this blueberry pie.

The young girl was immersed in the world of food, as if she could see round, purple blueberry berries growing wildly on the shores of a Finnish lake. Dressed in a long white dress and adorned with olive branches in her hair, she joined the goddess of art in plucking the berries and putting them in her mouth, creating the most beautiful picture.

The plump auntie had a round face and chubby, snow-white skin. At this moment, she squinted her eyes and smiled like a pure and adorable doll.

Susan Kate Thatcher, she lived a truly fulfilling life! She didn't go into singing, acting, or politics; she gave up her rights, her good figure, and her beautiful appearance. Instead, she chose to become a cook, all for the sake of food.

The crispy crust of the blueberry pie melts in your mouth the moment the sweet and sour jam inside touches your tongue. The delicious jam flows down your throat and sweetens your heart. Combined with the wheaty aroma of the pie crust, her taste buds fell in love with the flavor the moment they tasted this pie.

"Shirou, could you tell me the recipe for this blueberry pie? I really love it, and of course, I swear to God I won't use it for profit," Aunt Susan assured the boy, her voice filled with both anticipation and trepidation. After all, such a delicious pie could easily attract hundreds or even thousands of customers if a shop were opened nearby; making money would be no problem at all.

However, money doesn't hold much appeal for Shirou. He only saves to ensure family stability and to cope with unexpected needs, so he maintains a good habit of saving and has no interest in doing business or making money.

Moreover, this blueberry pie was prepared under the guidance of many people in his previous life, including the instruction of the chief butler of the Luvia family stationed in Finland and the encouragement of the second butler.

He then sampled various delicacies in different shops, thanks in part to the excellent ingredients provided by several Finnish farmers. Ultimately, he was able to summarize his experience and create food that could not truly be attributed to him alone.

Most importantly, if the people here could show the same happy smiles as Eriri and Rita right now because of the delicious food, that would be something he would be happy to see.

Since Aunt Susan is such a sincere cook, why not do it?

The boy readily agreed, "Of course."

"Oh, Shirou, you're such an angelic boy!" Aunt Susan gave Shirou a warm, heavy hug.

"Haha." Shirou chuckled dryly. Even though he was considered mature for his age, in the eyes of Europeans and Americans, Asians under thirty were indeed all children...

After sneaking a bite of delicious food together, the four people in the kitchen seemed to have gotten along a bit better.

When it was time for breakfast, Shirou, the old lady, and their helpers Eriri and Rita all got busy.

The window was opened, and various breakfast items were placed on large plates and set out outside for the girls who had been eagerly waiting.

"Good morning, Shirou..." When Artoria led a bewildered Mashiro into the restaurant, the girl opened her innocent eyes wide and looked at the boy with longing.

"Good morning, Mashiro. Don't worry, of course I haven't forgotten what you like." Shirou chuckled. Knowing Mashiro's preferences, his oven had already baked tree stump-shaped Baumkuchen loaves, cut them in two, placed them on a plate, and served them to the girl.

"Thank you, Shirou, you're such a kind person." Mashiro accepted the Baumkuchen, her eyes shining with happiness.

“Yes, this is for you, Artoria.” Shirou took out two large trays of food that had been prepared beforehand and handed them to the imposing head maid.

"Oh, Shirou, thank you." Artoria praised happily, "He truly is the man I've chosen."

After the main course and side dishes have been served, the indispensable thing for the British is, of course, sweet black tea.

According to the plan, Artoria would use the authority of the head maid to persuade the girls at the Bristol branch, while Shirou would persuade the students at the Chiba branch.

The upperclassmen from the Light Music Club were sitting to one side, leisurely eating their breakfast.

"Mmm, this is really delicious. The sweet and sour blueberries, the sweet red beans, and the egg yolks used in the custard are all thick and delicious." The tea-haired girl said with delight.

"Yui's palate is really sensitive, but then again, the fact that she can enjoy all kinds of food is truly remarkable in terms of culinary skills," Tsumugi remarked.

"Hehe, maybe if I didn't play the guitar, I'd have a talent for being a gourmet," the girl said, scratching her head shyly.

"No, I think it's actually because your family makes delicious and thoughtful meals. Eating delicious food often will naturally make your sense of taste more sensitive," Shirou said as he walked up with a cup of black tea.

"Oh, I see," Wei said innocently.

"Yui! When you get home, be sure to thank Yui-chan properly." Ritsu said, patting the girl on the shoulder.

"Ah, Shirou-kun, you can leave the tea to me." The young lady, Tsumugi, smiled gently as she accepted the tea, engaging in a service game that was new and interesting to her.

"Um, senior, and Nakano-kun, did you enjoy your meal?" Shirou asked with a smile.

"It's delicious! Thank you, Shirou-kun."

"Really? That's great. Actually, I have a small favor I'd like you seniors to help me with," Shirou said, discussing the matter.

"What is it? Tell me about it." The senior student, wearing a headband that revealed her forehead, looked at the boy with great interest and asked.

"What I mean is, can we please not tell anyone about what happened yesterday?" Shirou said.

"About yesterday... Ah! But didn't the head maid let you stay there?" Ritsu asked the boy.

"That's true, but it would be really bad if any misunderstandings got out. So, senpai! Nakano-kun, I'm really counting on you!" Shirou pleaded.

"Well, if that's what you say, then it's not impossible..." The girl, who was the president of the light music club, took off her headband and stood up.

"Senior." Shirou looked at the girl with emotion. Sure enough, there are still reasonable people out there.

“But…!” The girl, with her bangs down, exuded a gloomy aura, revealing a wicked smile as she drawled out her words.

"But?" Shirou looked at the quirky senior with suspicion, thinking to himself that there were indeed conditions.

“Yes! Anyway, when we get back to school, we’ll have to bring six desserts over every day after school until we graduate!” Lu said, holding up his finger.

"Hey! Ritsu-chan, Shirou-kun's cooking is so good, six desserts aren't enough!" Yui raised her hand to remind him.

“Yes, then bring twelve desserts!” Lu Gao said, holding up his finger.

The two girls became increasingly smug and demanding as they spoke.

"And when you see us, you have to stop, bow at a 90-degree angle, and call us 'Big Sister'!"

"And at lunchtime, buy me fried noodles and bread!"

"You have to give me pocket money every month!"

"Where did you delinquents come from, you bastards?!" The senior with long, straight black hair punched him on the forehead and complained.

"Mio... why are you only hitting me again...?" Ritsu collapsed onto the table.

After a lecture from Akiyama Mio, Ritsu and Yui bowed their heads and admitted their mistakes.

"Sorry, it was just a joke... I know, we promise we won't say anything more. After all, we ate it."

"Hey, Shirou-kun, may I make another request?" Yui asked the boy as she stood up.

"What is it, senpai? If it's something I can do, I'll help you," Shirou replied.

"Please marry me!" Wei suddenly lowered her head, raised her hands and shouted. The girl held a fried chicken nugget that she had already taken a bite of, which she had rolled into the shape of a lotus flower with lettuce. Now it was being presented to the boy as a bouquet of flowers.

"Huh?" Shirou stood there dumbfounded, only one thought in his mind: 'Are you kidding me?'

The surroundings were completely silent.

Even though the British onlookers couldn't understand Japanese, they could tell what the girl was doing to the boy just by looking at the gestures!

"Oh! dear! She- proposed -to- him!"

"That- girl- is- a- superhero!"

"Yui! What are you saying?!" Mio finally realized what was happening, grabbed Yui shyly, shook her, and asked loudly.

"There's another trick to this! A long-term meal ticket!" Law exclaimed in shock.

"Yui-chan is so bold!" the young lady exclaimed excitedly, covering her face.

"Senior! What gives you the confidence to say something like that?!" Azusa shouted angrily.

"Hey! I'm actually quite cute, is that not allowed?" Wei was struck dumb, devastated, and said with a long face, "Because the thought that I might never be able to eat such a delicious breakfast again is just unbearable!"

Hearing the girl's words, the girls around her nodded in agreement.

Shirou looked at Hirasawa Yui-senpai in front of him. If you had to say she was cute, she was indeed very cute. She was an innocent and cheerful person, the kind of person you would want to take care of and protect. She would probably be very popular with boys of a certain age.

However, his ideal type is someone who is strong-willed and tough in real life. Shirou couldn't help but glance at Artoria, who was eating a plate full of fried chicken nuggets and sausage bread. The girl seemed to sense his gaze, and after a glance, she smiled.

Feeling a sense of danger in that smile, Shirou turned his head away, another image appearing in his mind.

Or a cunning and scheming young lady who, though often saying one thing and meaning another, is kind at heart, loves to show off but always messes up at crucial moments; the image of a certain rebellious woman comes to mind again.

It would also be nice to be able to depend on each other and live a peaceful life together. The image of the blue-purple-haired junior girl reappeared in my mind.

"If that doesn't work, I'll introduce you to my sister. She's just as cute as me, but she's amazing at housework and her cooking is super delicious. You two will definitely get along!" Wei said, not giving up.

'No, although she sounds like a good girl, I always feel like she's the type who likes me to do all the work, so it seems like we're being too similar.'

"Ah! If you like the kind of person who is smart and has glasses, I can also introduce you to Kazu-chan. She's super smart and very caring. I grew up being taken care of by her, hehehe."

'Ah, now I finally understand why this senior has the same personality.'

"I'm sorry, Hirasawa-senpai, I cannot accept your request. Besides, such words can only be spoken when both parties are mutually in love." Shirou bowed and apologized.

"Waaah, Yuu and Kazu-chan have both been dumped." Upon hearing the boy's words, Yui sadly mourned for her younger sister and her childhood best friend.

"No, it was you who helped them confess without my permission!" Ritsu tapped the girl's head and complained.

"Ahaha, sorry, Shirou-kun. All the seniors in my club are like this," said Nakano Azusa, a classmate, awkwardly.

"No, it's alright, Nakano-kun. I know the seniors meant no harm," Shirou nodded.