Mr. Gong is not only good at cooking

Xingjia Baixue looked at her teacher, a sense of guilt welling up inside her, but for Xiaojin's sake, she was willing to be a wicked woman! So what if she lied!

"Dear teacher! Something urgent has happened at home, and I need to go back immediately!"

"Has something happened at Hoshiga Shrine? Is it serious?"

"No, it's because I need to be there... So, teacher, you see..." Bai Xue blushed and stared at the ground, not daring to look the teacher in the eye. Lying for the first time was really too difficult!

However, the teacher, without suspecting anything, readily agreed to her leave request: "Okay, go ahead. Things at home are more important. Anyway, you got first place this term."

"Thank you, teacher!"

At Tokyo Butei High School, in the boys' dormitory, Kinji Toyama squatted at the top of the stairs, holding his cell phone and dialing his friend Takeki Muto's number. He decided to rest in his friend's dormitory for the night. As for Aria, who cares about her!

Can't you go out and buy something if you're hungry? I won't serve you!

Soon, Kinji Toyama entered Takeki Muto's dormitory. When his friend asked him a few questions, he mumbled a few words and then fell asleep under the influence of alcohol.

Hopefully, the Ariads will be gone when I wake up the next day. Amen.

The restaurant had already closed for the day, and the two Aozaki sisters were completely drunk and ended up resting on the second floor.

After Kinji Toyama left, Aoko Aozaki ordered several bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor) on the grounds that she hadn't heard any other stories yet, and ended up getting drunk along with her sister. Now, the two of them have been put in the same room by Shirou Emiya.

May this help to ease the tense relationship between the two sisters. May Guanyin Bodhisattva bless them.

The next day arrived quickly, and Shirou Emiya, who no longer had to go to school, felt that life was wonderful.

It would be even better if it weren't for the arguing coming from next door.

"Big sister, you threw up all over me! My clothes were brand new!"

"How dare you say that to me! You threw up all over me too! Why did you drink if you can't even hold your liquor!"

"You can't drink either!"

"Nonsense! I drank two bottles! You got drunk after only half a bottle!"

"It's clearly because you can't drink!"

"It's because you don't know how to drink!"

"Want to fight, sis?"

"Come on! If you're so capable, then don't use magic!"

"If you're so capable, then don't use the Mystic Eyes and Runes!"

Then there was a loud bang, as if the door had been violently forced open. Hopefully, the door was alright.

"Shut up! Do you want me to drain you dry?!"

Inside the bedroom, Shirou Emiya pulled the blanket over his head, wishing he had no ears.

Yesterday's barbecue once again received a score of 95, but unfortunately the stir-fried ramen was a little undercooked, only scoring 93. He is very close to completing five dishes that score 95.

Then you can get the restaurant's mobile phone module as a reward, and then buy Merlin a basic mobile phone, a PHS phone, a black and white screen phone or something.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, a pager is pretty good, but unfortunately when I asked Uniqlo, they said they no longer offer that product.

Emiya Shirou's idea is to use mobile phones as restaurant membership cards, so that customers from obviously less technologically advanced areas can still play together in cross-server PCR. How great is that?

Late 19th century, Victorian era.

A tall, handsome man pushed open the apartment door, intending to go to the restaurant for a coffee, which he hadn't done in a long time, and just happened to brush past his landlord.

Good morning, Mrs. Hudson.

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Chapter Sixty-Two Detectives, Not Just One

The landlady gave the handsome man a cold look and said unhappily, "Mr. Holmes, if you ever shoot at the ceiling again, you can take your blanket and get out of my rented room!"

Holmes quickly smiled apologetically, "I promise it won't happen again, Mrs. Hudson."

"Hopefully there won't be a next time!" Ms. Hudson snorted, turned and walked into the apartment, leaving Holmes alone, bewildered in the wind.

"This woman has absolutely no patience left," Holmes said with a haughty roll of his eyes, glancing at his watch and realizing it was almost 10 a.m.

Today is the day of his partner Watson's engagement, but he is very irritable.

What's so good about women? If it's not for procreation, why would anyone seek out women?

Sherlock Holmes had a certain disdain for women, and the only woman he ever truly admired was Irene Adler.

"If all women in the world were as outstanding as 'that woman,' ugh... never mind, that's too terrifying."

Mr. Holmes felt a chill run down his spine just imagining the scene, and his skin crawled with goosebumps.

"Never mind, I'd better go get a cup of coffee to perk myself up. Watson's invitation is this afternoon, no rush."

With this in mind, the great detective walked toward a coffee shop he frequented.

"Huh? Grand cooker? A large kitchen appliance? Am I hallucinating from overdosing on dama lately? Where's the old coffee shop?"

Holmes frowned. He looked around and found that the people around him seemed oblivious to the suddenly appearing "large kitchen utensils" restaurant. Some people even disappeared completely near the door, while others suddenly appeared near the door.

He grabbed a man who suddenly appeared and asked, "Excuse me, what's inside?"

Passersby stared at Holmes as if he were crazy, but Holmes was just too tall. He could only swallow his anger and point to a sign that Holmes couldn't see at all, muttering, "Speedy's Cafe."

Holmes suddenly laughed, released the passerby, and strode into the Grand Cooker restaurant.

He wanted to see what was really going on, whether the problem was with him, with everyone else, or perhaps—none of them were at fault, but the world was at fault.

Holmes took out a cigarette butt, put it in his mouth, and leaned close to the glass door to look into the restaurant.

You can clearly see a waiter lounging on a sofa next to a summer vacation scene, holding a large, glowing board with constantly changing images on it.

At another table, two very stylish young women were having a meal and engaging in a heated discussion.

Through careful observation, Holmes concluded that they were sisters with a delicate relationship. While the subject of their discussion remained unknown, it was clear that both were strong-willed; the one with long hair was likely the younger sister, and the one with the ponytail was the older sister.

As for the waitress, Holmes, after analyzing her micro-expressions and subtle movements, concluded that she must have a bad temper.

The store's interior is luxurious, but you can't tell much from that alone. Is that long string of pendants on the ceiling an electric light? In London today, although electric lights are not uncommon, they are not widely used and are mostly for commercial purposes. Moreover, the bulbs are small, have short lifespans, and are expensive.

Pushing open the glass door, a cool breeze rushed in. Unlike the heat outside, the store was very cool. Holmes looked up at the ceiling first and confirmed that it was indeed an electric light.

As for why there was a temperature difference, Holmes thought it might be related to the environment. After all, he couldn't explain how this strange restaurant came about, since air conditioning hadn't been invented yet.

Hearing the wind chimes, the waiter turned to look at Holmes and said, "Just tell me what you'd like to eat, the boss will make it."

Holmes pointed to the Switch in Yu Meiren's hand and asked, "Excuse me, what is this?"

Yu Meiren cautiously hid the game console behind her back and said, "This is a game console. Are you here to eat? Please order!"

Holmes nodded, further confirming that the waiter was indeed short-tempered, and then began to survey the interior of the restaurant.

It is very different from the current British style, and the workmanship is perfect. Although the floor is made of wood, it is so shiny that it reflects light. On the wall next to the bookshelf, there is a huge black glass panel, the meaning of which is unclear. It may be for decoration.

There was a door and a staircase in the corner of the restaurant. Holmes walked straight toward it, wanting to find out what was going on, but was blocked by a small, strange white creature.

"What is this? A cat? A dog? A hybrid?"

Fufu circled around Holmes' feet, preventing him from taking a single step forward. Yu Meiren also stood up and said, "Hey, this is private property!"

Holmes immediately stopped, turned around, and bumped right into Shirou Emiya, who was pushing open the kitchen door.

"Guest, the kitchen and second floor are not open to non-employees. Please be seated. What would you like to eat?"

The two Aozaki sisters, who were arguing, felt that Shirou Emiya's words had a hidden meaning, but they couldn't figure it out for the time being. They were more interested in the guest who had just entered.

Aozaki Aoko said with a grin, "Uncle, introducing yourself is a tradition at this restaurant!"

Holmes was taken aback. There were quite a few people in London who knew him, but this restaurant was full of Asians. You know, Asians have basically no status in London.

"I am Sherlock Holmes, a detective."

Aozaki Aoko immediately became angry: "So you call yourself Sherlock Holmes? Aria is your great-granddaughter, isn't she? I suggest you take her home and give her a good talking to!"

"Aria?" Holmes asked, puzzled. "Excuse me, I'm not married yet, so how could I have a great-granddaughter?"

"Huh? So it's the young Sherlock Holmes. I thought it was the modern Sherlock Holmes. Never mind then," Aozaki Aoko waved her hand and sat down dejectedly.

However, Holmes gleaned a few pieces of information from this: they had met their future great-granddaughter? What's the logic behind this? Was it simply a prank on me?

Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be acting, which made Holmes even more curious.

Just then, the restaurant door was pushed open again, and a handsome man wearing a dark brown coat walked in. Through the gap, a layer of golden metal plate could be seen wrapped around his abdomen, the purpose of which was unclear.

He happened to hear what Aozaki Aoko said and also showed an interested expression.

"My friend, could you please tell me the story of my great-granddaughter?"

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Just because Zhang Liusan is young, does that mean he can do whatever he wants?!

Shirou Emiya recognized the man at a glance as Sherlock Holmes from the moon, but he didn't know if he was a Heroic Spirit Holmes or a living Holmes. As for the first Holmes to enter, he didn't know which world he was from.

Furthermore, Shirou Emiya discovers that although they share the same name and are the same person, the appearances of Sherlock Holmes in different worlds are actually quite different!

But thinking about it, it makes sense. After all, King Arthur was a woman, so it's not surprising that they looked different.

With a relaxed smile, Old Fu sat down next to the two Aozaki sisters and pressed them down with his bright eyes, "Please speak, my two beautiful ladies."

The other Holmes wasn't happy about that, so he plopped down directly opposite the old Holmes on the moon, looking at him suspiciously, "You're Holmes too?"

Old Man Fu's smile froze on his face. You used the word "also" so perfectly!

He began to think quickly and then came to a conclusion.

"You're me from another universe? This restaurant... I see, hahaha, how interesting."

The other Holmes, true to his reputation, immediately realized this: "That explains the strangeness and mystery of this restaurant. I see. Is this style and people, so out of place in London, from another universe?"

Then the two old men snapped their fingers and said in unison to Shirou Emiya, "A cup of coffee, extra strong, please!"

The two looked at each other deeply and laughed at the same time. "You really are worthy of me!"

On the other side, Aozaki Touko asked, "Mr. Holmes, what universes do you come from?"

Old Fu on the Moon laughed and said, "Me? My world is full of mystery, with magic and spells."

Aozaki Aoko said, "Eh? Isn't that our world? So we're from the same universe!"

Old Fu on the Moon paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "So it's Miss Fifth Magician? Then this must be Miss Orange, who is known as the Grand Puppeteer?"

"You know us? Are you a Heroic Spirit or a Servant?" Aozaki Touko asked curiously.

"Me? I suppose I'm a Servant, for the time being."

Another Holmes clicked his tongue and said, "My world is boring. London is full of crime, Watson is getting engaged, and my landlord is unhappy that I'm practicing shooting at home."

Although there have been some demons and monsters dabbling in black magic and resurrection lately, my sharp mind tells me it's all fake. However, I'm still searching for how they achieve 'resurrection'.

Upon hearing this description, Shirou Emiya suddenly realized, "You mean the Ser Blackwood serial murders of young girls?"

The Holmes nodded: "Not bad, as expected of the manager of this mysterious restaurant. But please don't give me any hints, or I'll get angry."

Emiya Shirou laughed and said, "I'm not omnipotent, I just happen to know."

Now that things have come to this, the origin of this Sherlock Holmes has been revealed: he is Sherlock Holmes from Lionel Wigram's comic book series "Sherlock Holmes".

Unfortunately, this Sherlock Holmes is completely different from the short Iron Man. He is tall and looks completely different, though he does resemble the character in the comics.

Old Man Fu tapped the table and said, "Alright, ladies and gentlemen, what I'm more curious about now is the topic of my great-granddaughter."

Detective Sherlock Holmes nodded: "I'm curious too. Could you tell me more? Her name is Aria?"

Emiya Shirou pointed to the kitchen and said, "I'll go prepare coffee for you. These two ladies can tell you the details."

Aozaki Aoko volunteered to begin, saying, "Let me tell you, your great-granddaughter is simply inhuman! Her moral character is completely substandard! Basic moral education must start from a young age!"

The two elderly men looked a little dark-faced. "My great-granddaughter isn't human?" So the question is, is it her mother who isn't human, or her father? Or perhaps a certain generation isn't human? Or maybe our wives aren't human?

You can't possibly be implying we're not human, can you? Even if you're a magician, you can't spread rumors!

Emiya Shirou, carrying coffee, came out and heard this, both amused and exasperated. He had no choice but to step in himself. However, before he could even speak, Yu Meiren silently pressed his hand down and pointed to the sign on the wall that said "Pay first, then eat," the implication being quite clear.

Don't you dare treat us to a meal! You'll bankrupt the restaurant!