Mr. Gong is not only good at cooking

"Shirou, where's that boar demon?"

Pig demon? Are you talking about Fufu?

Ah, yes.

Where did Fufu go?

Emiya Shirou called out, "Fou?"

no respond.

"Casey Palug?"

“Fufufufu???”

Okay, we should call it by its original name.

Fou rolled over from Shirou Emiya's bedroom like a marshmallow, rushed to Shirou Emiya's feet, and skillfully climbed up his trouser leg and onto his shoulder.

Yu Meiren pointed at Fufu and said, "I always feel that this pig demon is very strange."

What's strange about it?

"It seems to understand exactly what we're saying."

"Isn't this normal? It's a monster, or in Chinese terms, a cat spirit. It's a cat that has become a spirit. Speaking of which, Yu, you've never seen a cat before, have you?"

"I've seen them before, but they're a bit different from this little guy. I've seen real cat demons, the kind with big breasts and four ears."

Are you really not describing Xiaoyu?

"Yu, have you ever seen a fox demon?"

"A fox demon?" Yu Meiren paused in her dumpling-making, and couldn't help but recall a silly fox who only knew how to use a rice jar.

"I've met you."

Emiya Shirou immediately became interested, "Isn't it beautiful? It has nine tails!"

"Kujo? I can't remember clearly. Anyway, I've seen a lot of fox spirits, both male and female, and they're all quite beautiful. I've only seen one Kujo."

"Daji?" Shirou Emiya guessed.

"Yeah, it's that silly fox, with nine tails, and it's always in heat."

Emiya Shirou continued to speculate: "Could she be carrying a rice bin?"

"A rice jar? Yes! She sometimes uses that word when she talks, but it doesn't mean anything!"

Ah, this must be Xiaoyu.

Emiya Shirou's two favorite female Servants from his previous life, the grumpy old man Akuta and the wifely Tama, were both Heroic Spirits with ties to China.

I really hope that Xiaoyu will be among the guests I entertain in the future, so that I can have her work with me.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Emiya Shirou glanced at the dumplings that Yu Meiren had made and almost couldn't resist.

Even the terms "crooked melon" and "cracked date" are insufficient to describe Yu Meiren's works.

The sizes are uneven, which is the most basic thing. Some parts are even particularly thick, probably because the dumpling skin was torn and the poppy had to repeatedly pinch the same spot.

Some of them had the filling showing through the dumpling skin, just like when I first learned to make dumplings.

"Please add less meat. There's too much. The dumpling wrappers have a limited size, and they'll break."

Yu Meiren gave a guilty hum and scooped a tiny bit of meat onto the dumpling wrapper with a spoon.

"That's too little, are you feeding Fufu?"

"Fu??"

Finally, Yu Meiren simply put down the dumpling wrappers in her hand, turned around and walked out of the kitchen without looking back, saying, "I'm tired! You can wrap them."

"Huh? You only made ten? That's not enough for just one person, is it?"

I'm exhausted!

Yu Meiren turned her head fiercely, gritted her teeth and spat out three words, then strode back to the living room with her long, white legs.

Is she angry? What did I say wrong?

Emiya Shirou was completely baffled and turned to look at Fou on his shoulder.

Did I say something wrong?

"Fu? Fufufufu! (Huh? You idiot!)"

"I feel like you're insulting me. You won't get any dumplings tonight."

"Fufu???"

At this moment, in the real world, it is approaching dusk. Since the restaurant has closed, the flow of time on both sides no longer maintains the ratio of one day to one second, but is suspended relative to reality.

Rin Tohsaka said to Sakura expressionlessly, "Let's go. Shirou probably forgot. I'll teach him a lesson at school tomorrow!"

"That's true, after all, that waitress was quite pretty," Sakura said with a smile, as if she were talking about something happy.

"Snap!" Rin Tohsaka accidentally broke the pen in her hand.

"I don't want to go to school tomorrow. Running a restaurant is much more fun than going to school. I'll just pretend to be sick and take the day off~" In the kitchen, Shirou Emiya happily decided on his schedule for Monday.

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Chapter Thirty-One: I don't like playing games, I have no interest in them.

At this moment, Shirou Emiya had no idea what would happen tomorrow. He was happily putting all the dumplings he had wrapped into the pot and preparing two dishes of chili water.

For Shirou Emiya, dumplings without chili sauce are soulless.

However, there were no spices like chili peppers during the Qin Dynasty, so it's unknown whether poppies could get used to them.

Chili peppers originated from one of the oldest crops in human history, dating back approximately 7000 years. However, the consumption of chili peppers began 5000 years ago, according to archaeological discoveries. The Maya people were already consuming chili peppers at that time.

The popularity of chili peppers worldwide is thanks to Columbus, who brought them back to Spain when he discovered the New World, and from then on, this food became popular all over the world.

However, chili peppers were introduced to China very late, around the Jiajing to Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. At that time, chili peppers were still regarded as ornamental plants in China. It was not until the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty that they were consumed as food.

Therefore, it can be basically assumed that if one were to encounter the predecessor of a Chinese hero from before the Qianlong era, that is, when he was still alive, he would not have eaten chili peppers.

Then we must let him experience the hospitality of modern people, such as serving him a plate of fresh dragon's breath peppers, so that he will have an unforgettable taste and instantly master the dragon seed magic.

Of course, Shirou Emiya wouldn't use this kind of chili pepper when dealing with poppies; regular burnt chili peppers would suffice.

This chili pepper is perfect for entertaining the most glittering, the most glittering, and the most glittering.

"Yu, come to the restaurant, it's ready!"

On the sofa in the living room, Yu Meiren put down the "Cat Raising Guide" she was holding, glanced at Fufu, and thought thoughtfully: (This thing, I guess it can be raised as a cat, right? Will it turn into human form?)

Fufu also looked up at Yu Meiren, wondering why the woman's gaze seemed somewhat dangerous.

"Fufufu? (What are you looking at?)"

Yu Meiren withdrew her gaze, got up and walked towards the restaurant, where Emiya Shirou was already sitting in a chair waiting for her.

"Hmm, where are the dumplings I made?" After searching around, I realized that the dumplings served were all made by Emiya Shirou. I don't know if the ten dumplings I made earlier were thrown away or not cooked.

"I ate it."

"You ate it? Okay, how did it taste?"

Emiya Shirou paused for a moment, thinking, "Didn't I make both the filling and the dumpling wrappers? It's not really appropriate for you to ask how it tastes, is it?"

However, having learned from the previous experience, Shirou Emiya dared not say it outright, "Hmm, it's delicious."

It really is delicious. How could it not be delicious if he made the meat filling himself?

Yu Meiren picked up a dumpling and noticed that Emiya Shirou was dipping it in chili sauce. Curious, she asked, "What's this?"

"Chili water with aged vinegar is so delicious, I highly recommend it!"

"Oh, really?" Yu Meiren imitated Shirou Emiya, dipped her finger in the chili water, and put it in her mouth. A taste she had never experienced before stimulated every cell in her body.

One word: spicy!

Yu Meiren kept exhaling, as if a small fire was going down her throat through her mouth, but afterwards she felt incredibly comfortable, so much so that she couldn't stop.

Indeed, Chinese people, more or less, all have a talent for eating chili peppers.

Actually, the highest chili pepper count isn't really an apology; it was a concession to Yu Meiren. However, considering it was Yu Meiren's first time eating spicy food, her performance was quite impressive.

Seeing the plum blossoms' delicate, luscious faces turn rosy from the chili peppers, they seemed even more delicious than the dumplings in front of them.

"How is it? Delicious, isn't it?"

"It's alright, but I just can't help feeling thirsty."

"Drinking water is not good, you should drink milk. But there is vinegar in this chili, so it can neutralize it a little."

Emiya Shirou got up, went to the refrigerator, took out a carton of iced milk, then took out two mugs and poured one for Yu Meiren. "Take a sip and it won't be spicy anymore."

The two of them finished all the dumplings—fifty in total—in ten minutes. Yu Meiren, still wanting more, stuck out her pink tongue and licked her lips, looking incredibly alluring.

"Shirou, how do you play that game you mentioned?"

Yu Meiren seemed genuinely interested in the game; she had barely put down her chopsticks when she began asking questions.

"Uh, you really want to play? Okay then, go take a shower first, I'll think of a way to get a game console." Shirou Emiya originally wanted to return to his own world, but when he thought about how it was 2004, there wasn't even a PS3, let alone a PS4.

Yu Meiren frowned. "Take a bath? I'm very clean. I always keep myself clean, unless I'm too busy to."

"No, taking a bath is a habit. Since you live in modern times, you should get used to taking a bath every day. You know how to use a water heater and a shower, right? Do you need me to teach you?"

"Yes, I remember everything."

"Okay, you go ahead and wash up. I'm going back to my world to get some things."

Emiya Shirou felt that one outfit wasn't enough, not only for Yu Meiren, but even his own wasn't enough.

"Yui, do you have Yu Meiren's body data?"

"Manager, what do you want to do?"

"I need to buy her clothes. Speaking of which, can I convert the money I make from the restaurant into the currency I currently use?"

"Yes, this elf will not limit the shopkeeper's income, nor will it charge interest or commission."

Emiya Shirou found this very comfortable. Some lousy systems not only charge fees, but charge exorbitant fees, leaving the host with absolutely no control. They are truly despicable.

My Uniqlo is different. Not only is it not a system, but it is also considerate and always thinks of the store manager. It is truly a model among models.

It was almost 9 p.m. when I returned to my own world.

I went into my room, packed my favorite clothes into my suitcase according to the season, locked the door, walked to the roadside, and hailed a taxi to the commercial street.

Inside the car, Shirou Emiya continued his conversation with Yui.

"Yui, do you provide a PS4?"

"Is this a necessity for the store manager to improve his cooking skills?"

“Yes!” Emiya Shirou answered confidently.

"But what kind of dish requires a PS4?" Yui really couldn't understand her manager's thought process.

"It's not about whether I cook or not; it broadens my horizons, expands my thinking, and allows me to come up with unique and novel dishes with boundless imagination."

"You just want to have fun, right?"

"Yes, I've been holding back for seventeen years. I just can't stand the pixelated graphics on the PS2 anymore. Please help me."

"Alright, games are an option as a way to relax in daily life, but I hope the manager can focus more on cooking. The restaurant is just getting started."

Emiya Shirou nodded and said, "Absolutely! Do I want this game console for myself? It's for Yu Meiren! I'm not interested in games at all, I don't like playing games!"

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Zhang Thirty-Two, Mei Linqing, why are you back?

Although it was nearly 10 p.m., the commercial street was still bustling with activity. Across the Miwon River, you could see the famous Fuyuki Bridge, where cars came and went in a constant stream.

Emiya Shirou visited several women's clothing stores but couldn't find anything particularly nice, so he ended up buying a whole bunch of clothes based on his own taste.

When he left, the waiter gave him a very strange look.

"This guy, could he be from a brothel? Why does he buy so many stockings? And his underwear isn't simple at all either. I should have asked him for his business card, what a pity."

"Hey, Emiya, that's rare to see you on the street this late. Are you working?"